Mafia Princess

chapter 28

Am seated at the bench in the park after he insisted that we find a place to talk.
He is leaning on a tree his hands in his trench coat pockets.

“please start talking. ” I sigh without looking at him.

I don't trust him, he is a total stranger. We just met two days ago and he just kissed me, who the fuck does that.

I don't even know his name for fucks sake.
“I don't know where to start. ”

“how about from the beginning.” I suggest pushing a few strands of my hair spilling to my face away.

“They're so going to kill me for this, ” he says more to himself.“Arnold is my twin brother,” he starts.

“you don't look alike. ” of course except the eyes.

“yeah, everybody says that.”

“so why weren't you at the ball?”

“I was out of town.”

“he introduced his sister and parents only, why didn't he say anything about you?”

“I can't tell you everything right now,” he says sitting next to me. “it'll put you at risk Rob.”

“you know my name.” I mean I don't know his.

“I know everything about you more than you can imagine.”

“no you can't know anything about me. We just met.”

“I know about your mom, Jim, Barry, Mr falcon. I know about Bred and Ella... Paulina.”

“of course,you've been spying on me.”

“a lot of things are happening in you're life that you don't know about, people are keeping things from you and you can't even realize the things that are in front of your eyes.”

“what do you mean.” I raise my eyes to look at him.

“I have known you since kindergarten, we schooled together. You just never noticed me.” he says and his phone rings.“I'll take these.” he places the phone on his ear and, “how did that happen?.... Okay be there in ten..” He walks to me, “I need to go.”

“we are not done talking.”

“I'll tell you everything when the time is right.” he says before taking a few steps back. “Arnold is not someone to trust.” he concludes and he leaves.

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I walk into the house and I head straight for Jim's bedroom, he is the only person in my mind right now.

“Jim?” I call pushing his door open.

No answer.

“Jim.”

I walk in and my heart drops to my stomach when I find him seated on the floor beside his bed tears flowing silently down his cheeks.

He looks so miserable, his always neat hair is all over the place and his skin is pale, his clothes are so dirty with a few dried blood on his shirt. He really needs a shower.
He has darks circles under his eyes. What have they done to my baby brother. I walk to him and I sit beside him pulling him in for a hug which he gladly sinks into.

“hey I got you okay. ”I whisper stroking his back soothingly. I have never seen him breakdown this much since mom's death.

“what happened? ” he asks.

“what? ” I am confused.

“with dad.”

Now it makes sense, he must have gone into his room. I don't know what I would have done if I were in his position, getting kidnapped and tortured and coming home to finding no one.