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answer: the sicilian impostors are called that bc originally there was the original italian mafia called the sicillian mafia but they disappeared. the sicillian impostors are wannabe's of the OG, basically xo hence the noun 'impostor'

tw: blood and gore

without further adieu, I present to you the next chapter...

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DEVI BHATT

I am up to my neck in torment.

Since the annual mafia ball, it's been ten days, I think. Ten days of living too long. I could scratch my eyes out and pull on my hair until I'm bald.

Five days ago Grisha was drunk.

I refuse to sleep because the risk of having another bad dream is scaring away my will to sleep. So I might be delirious.

When I raise my hand to my face it blurs slightly. The poor vision may be due to the lack of sleep or because I am missing my glasses. Probably the former because even though I wear glasses I'm not that blind.

The long sleeves of my black top are slightly ripped because, like a goddamn child, I've been digging my fingers into it anxiously. I'm not even sure how I got into these clothes since I was wearing that white dress that night.

It makes my skin crawl and my mind go unearthly silent.

Day in and day out I've been hearing voices from upstairs, sometimes shouting. I'm ninety nine percent sure Demyan is the one shouting because no-one else can say my name with that much joy and hatred at the same time.

The commotion is unsettling to an extent, but also it's like background noise. Background noise is calming.

At the same time I'm still in pure shock. About the finger from the box. When Feliks visits me I can't get anything out of him about Kai, he just ends up keeping a blank face before talking again with a minor crack in his voice.

He's reeling from his disappearance and confirmed death. Kai can't even get a proper funeral– all we got was a finger, unless they put that small thing in a casket. He hadn't been in contact with us for over a week, we should've known something was up.

What's worse is that Pasha was with Kai too. If Kai is dead what happens to Pasha? Sasha needs her twin brother more than anything right now.

I can hear Sasha crying in my head, when she finds out about Kai. Then even more when she finds out her brother is likely to be AWOL, maybe dead too. It's the feeling you get when you see your mum cry– seeing Sasha cry would pierce my heart and hearing it would shatter it.

I wish I could be there for her.

January weather has me freezing in here until I get under the quilt. Thank the lord for the quilt. Today, I'm grateful for this quilt.

So right now I'm under the quilt.

Hiding under the quilt.

Okay, not really hiding, but just trying to see what it would feel like inside of a coffin. I hope my coffin has a quilt.

I'm going slightly insane, you see. Everything feels strange, and laughter is on the verge of just bubbling out of my throat like lava. Letting it out sounds like a great idea.

The silence is suffocating. My own, and the one around me.

There's a soft mewl from the foot of my bed. Internally, my heart leaps with joy as I lean forward, beckoning her to me with the clicks of my tongue.