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Evelina had finally started to live a normal life despite her past. She never thought it would come back to haunt her. She never thought the man her brother used to steal from would come at her and sink her into...
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♚𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖔♚
I explain everything to Mattia, from the beginning to the end, without omitting any details. Now that I know how he used to steal money, how he put himself into a dangerous position, and how it wasn't my fault, I feel like everything I say is relieving. Like the weight on my shoulders isn't heavy anymore. But when I try to convince myself I am not the one to blame, there's this small voice in my head that keeps telling me I should've done something.
It's true, I am not totally innocent, but I tried to stop him more than once. Maybe it wasn't enough, maybe it is my lack of courage to face him that ended up killing him. There's a question I've been asking myself since that day. Since the day I last heard my brother. Maybe up there or down there, in heaven or hell, he hates me for letting him down. Maybe he hates me because I let him die. After all, I didn't look for him after this episode. Maybe he hates me because I moved on. So, maybe he blames me and hates me. What if he does?
It's a constant feeling. I can't seem to shake it off.
"Here's the story. You probably knew he used to steal money from you, but he had associates. Killian was one of them, I don't know his family name though." I swallow a lump in my throat.
Mattia eyes me up and down to finally turn around and look at a man behind him.
"Look the name Killian for me. There must be a connection between this name and the number I gave you earlier." He orders with a firm voice.
"Why do you think they're both connected?"
He sighs, exasperated, "If this Killian was a friend of your brother and they made business together, there's a high chance their bank account was taken care of by the same man. And if I am right, we'll get the information in three, two..." A strange sound comes out of the guy's laptop. He turns it to show us. It's him, I could never forget his face. "His address is not so far, maybe a three-hour drive."
"You won't have to drive to him because he'll drive to you instead. He's coming to the business reunion organized by the French cartel. This year, it's in Paris. I know you hate this place, but you don't have a choice. It's the only way to avoid a bloodbath. Killian seems to have made a name for himself." The geek informs us, his eyes locked on the screens.
Killian. Where was he when my brother died? I wonder how he made himself a name when he was looked for stealing a lot of important families' money. Maybe he had more luck than my brother did.
Mattia nods as he put his hand in the pocket of his jogging and walks out. I follow him, having a hard time understanding what he's mad about. He looks stiff like something upset him.
"What is this mafia reunion? Why do you seem so off about this idea?"
His body turns rigid.
"I am not eager to spend time with people who call me a monster for the wrong reason."
