Falling

1. Cold and heartless (his pov)

I'm a survivor. It's literally my job to survive. It's my job to hold it together, when I'm being ripped apart. It's my job to hold on, when there are demons clawing at me to let go. But most importantly its my job to be ice cold, even though the universe keeps trying to melt the ice. I've survived my whole life, and God knows I'll never melt. That's where I get my name, Ice.
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I've always wondered what it feels like to love someone so much, that your willing to take so much pain just to protect them. The idiot infront of me clearly knows the feeling. I smash my fist into the side of his face (again) with such force that blood spats from his mouth as his face swings over to the other side. He leans forward while coughing up blood. If I keep going like this he's going to be dead soon.
"I'm done, we'll just leave him here and pick up where I left off tomorrow."
A small part of me felt sorry for him, because I know that there is nothing that will ever happen that could prevent his death, but the other part of me longed to see him suffer, to see him bleed, to see the bruises my fist left on his face. Most people don't understand why I'm so cruel, but cruelty is my only escape from the pain my father forced me to feel, no one understands the pain I felt as I slit Rafes throat, he was like a brother to me but I had no choice, I did what my father told me to, that's how you survive in my family, and that's the only time the universe ever succeeded in melting me.
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"I can't believe boss has a soft spot for this fool."
"Shut up Kaleb, he does us no good if his dead. He is our only connection to the Caldero mafia, and don't ever call me soft again or you will regret it."
As I turn to walk away, he spits out, "What are you gonna do, kill me like you killed Rafe."
I spin around unable to control my anger anymore, my hand finds his neck and lifts him up into the air, tightening my grasp as I shove him up against the wall. I'm so mad I don't even realize I'm suffocating him and it's only when I see that he is starting to go blue that I loosened my grip and let him fall to the floor.
"Remember this you twat, you are at my feet, I am your boss, and I run this shit, so no, I won't kill you, but there's about thirty-five thousand five hundred other people who will give you a slow and brutal death with just a snap of my fingers."
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Since it happened I can't sleep, the night keeps replaying itself in my head, over and over again. I just can't take it anymore, I killed him, I killed my best friend, my brother, my right hand man, all because I was to weak to tell my father no, if I can't even defend the people that saved me when I was drowning, then I'm just as cold and heartless as him. I am snapped out of my painful thoughts by the ring of the door bell. Kaleb sent another fucking prostitute to my house, they do this often and usually I'll just send them on there way but for some reason I can't control myself. I rap my arm around her waist and pull her towards me,I feel my heartbeat spike as she raps her legs around me, I need to devour every inch of her, quiet moans escape our lips as we kiss. In that moment I remember what Rafe used to say about prostitutes "You can fuck them as hard as you want but when your done your still gonna feel like shit, so what's the point." My heart rate drops as I shove her off of me, and out the door. I hated to admit it, but Rafe was always right, prostitutes do nothing for you, the minute she leaves, the painful thoughts come flooding back to me. There is a big difference between killing someone whose harmed you and killing someone you care about, when they've done something to you, it's revenge, but when you care about them, it leaves a empty void in your heart, you feel incomplete, broken, and like nothing will ever fill that big black hole of pain. I'm lying in my bed trying to fall asleep, but all I can see when I close my eyes is Rafes face. Its hopeless, I'm not going to get any sleep tonight.
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"Gear up boys, its time to go kick some ass." (We have a big drug deal today.) Kaleb starts handing out the leather jackets we use for extra protection, he holds one out to me, "you've got to be joking, get the fuck out of here with those stupid fucking jackets. Now let's get this over and done with, we have a gala later." I still can't believe that I have to attend a gala with a bunch of narcissistic wankers.
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"Hey boss were here."
Kaleb's a fucking dunce, "I'm not blind, I can see that."
I say as I walk confidently toward the door and shove it open, kale and a few other men following close behind me, I always loved a simple drug deal, but this was obviously not that, there were men in every corner of the room, with there hands on there guns just waiting to pounce. We're all immediately alert and realise that this is no drug deal. These fools clearly don't know who the fuck their messing with, as I scan the room, my eyes dart over the guy whose standing next to me and I noticed the grip on his gun tighten, that only means one thing, let's kick some ass. I throw my arm back nocking him in the eye with my elbow. I give a nod to Kaleb, letting him know that it's time to beat the shit out of these pricks.
Rafe always used to say, "The mafia has one Moto, fight or flight, lucky for us we love a good fight."
It's times like this when I miss him, he always had my back and knew exactly what I was thinking and god knows he showed no mercy. By the time we're done there's blood everywhere, on our hands, clothes, shoes. And everyone of those pricks are on the floor, unconscious.
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"God, these galas are so fucking stupid!" I'm standing Infront of the mirror trying to figure out how to fold this bowtie, you know what, fuck it, I'm not wearing one, there fucking pointless anyway. I'll never understand why father makes us do business at fucking galas, it just makes people hate us even more than they already do. we're watched like hawks at all these events, the men want to be us, and the women want to fuck us. I throw my blazer over my shoulder, as I head towards the car, I'd prefer to take the jeep but father insists that we take the limo, all he cares about is showing people how rich we are. The minute I get in the car, I pore myself a scotch from the limo's bar, it's going to be a fucking long night.
(the picture above the chapter is reference to what he is wearing)
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I sigh as I walk through the door into the ballroom, 2 gaurds beside me, Chase on my right and Flash on my left. Much like me, they earned there names, Chase is almost as terrifying as me, but unlike me, he enjoys the hunt more than the kill, Flash is a asset when you need to act fast, if you encounter him on a bad day you'll be dead in seconds. My eyes dart around the room and they fall on a young girl, no older than 17, she's beautiful, she's different from the other girls here. A feeling of worry washes over me when I see her flinch as Antonio, the leader of the second biggest mafia in the world, grabs her arm, squeezing it so tight that I can tell it's going to leave a bruise, I haven't felt anything since Rafes death, let alone for a random stranger, but there was something about her, something familiar.
"Hey boss are you ok" Chase asks glancing around the room making sure there is no threat.
I nod, making sure my face remains neutral, and I take my eyes of the girl but her face remains imprinted on my bain.

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