Dice [h.s.]

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TW: Vomit and drug use

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"The worst pain is getting hurt by a person you explained your pain to." -Unknown

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"Kennedy. I think it's time you learn the truth." Leonardo smirked towards Harry.

"Leonardo, please!" Harry screamed, trying his hardest to fight the men holding him in place.

"Now, I thought Harry was going to man up and tell you eventually. But I guess getting you on his team didn't do the trick of keeping you with him permanently. He had to get you into his pants and his heart." Leonardo rolled his eyes.

"No, no, no, no, no." Harry began to mutter from behind me.

"I was scared for a second that your mother was going to spill the beans!" Leonardo laughed to himself.

My mother stood rigidly as she leaned against one of the tables around the room. I felt my throat go dry at the many ideas of what I thought Leonardo could be saying to me right now.

"We've all been lying to you. Every single one of us in the room knows the truth. Except you." Leonardo sighed,

"Why are you doing this?" I asked nervously.

"I believe you deserve the truth. And perhaps, you'll want to come back to me once you know the truth." Leonardo shrugged.

I could hear Harry beginning to pray. He was saying the our father to himself. I couldn't bring myself to turn around and look at him. I was too scared.

"Do you remember the reason you came to Harry in the first place?" Leonardo asked.

"Yes."

"Good. You wanted to find your fathers killer. Well, my butterfly, he's been under your nose the whole time." Leonardo shrugged as he brought a chair up and sat down on it.

"What?" I asked, looking between Leonardo and my mother who shrunk out of embarrassment.

"Harry, my boy! Do you want to tell her?" Leonardo smiled at Harry, forcing me to turn around.

His head was hung low and his lips were in a line. He was sitting now, no longer fighting the men holding him. He looked up and made eye contact with me and mouthed I'm sorry.

"Hello!?" Leonardo snapped.

"Fuck you." Harry hissed.

"Fine. I'll do it." Leonardo rolled his eyes.

"Kennedy. Think. Whose parents did your father kill?" Leonardo questioned.

"Who lost their whole life in that plane crash? Everyone they knew and loved?"

"Who gained the burden of our lifestyle at eighteen years old?"

"Stop it!" Harry screamed angrily.

"Whose team did you join, Kennedy?"

"Who did your father despise the most?"

My head began to spin as Leonardo threw question after question at me. My heart was pumping the fastest it's ever been in my life. I kept looking between Leonardo and my mother.

"Who hated your father?!" Leonardo began to shout.

"Who runs our rival casino!"

"Who blood oathed you onto their team before even telling you the truth?!"