𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦.

*30*

-E.R

I sit at the end of the long conference table with no care in the world. Voices boomed throughout the room yet all I could think about was a certain redhead who occupied my mind. I still couldn't comprehend all the shit I had put her through, and I couldn't believe how I decided to tell her what I did.

I scared her away from me permanently, the one thing that was going decent, my one getaway from this shitty reality is now gone. I couldn't stand the idea that I caused more sadness in her life. What was the point of me killing Kevin?

At first, I have to admit I didn't read the journal, the idea of his just touching her, putting his filthy hands on something that isn't mine aggravated me so much that the only the only thing that calmed me was the life leaving his eyes.

This made me sound crazy, psychotic even. I don't kill people unless they've done something to deserve it. When I saw those pages and read all the information I had wished that I kept him alive just to torture him. Why would he keep all that information on her?

It was clear that staying away from her didn't keep her safe as much as me being there. I can't keep her safe from my life, it was fucked up, worse than hers. Yet there was still a part of me that wanted to try.

"Slaughter? Are you listening?" My attention subsides from my pen that I tapped on the table vigorously. I slowly move my eyes to the voice but say nothing.

"When should it happen?" Another asks me. Had I zoned out this whole meeting? I didn't let myself look oblivious to what was going on so I simply sat back and sighed.

Everyone looked nervous, scared even. I couldn't express how much I enjoyed how much I was in charge. It was calming knowing that I was the most feared, that I had everyone below me. It was powerful.

I look at the people who were on either side of me, starting the line to the long table on each side. Xavier had his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back into his chair in a man-spreading position. Jackson on the other hand placed down his pencil and slid me over his notebook. I decided that I would thank him later while reading over what he had written down. Finally, I spoke.

"The trade will take place on the fifth" Everyone looked around with fear, I had no intention of changing the date, I had been ready far longer than any of these people have.

"But that... ten days away. We need longer to prepare" someone shaky voice called out. I shrugged my shoulders still not caring.

"That's not my issue, you're a part of this mafia for a reason" Everyone in this room was more than capable of preparing in ten days. I knew everyone's strengths and I knew everyone's weaknesses, if there was a group more capable of this it would be mine. "Dismissed."

Everyone got up and scattered out, voices faded and the door slammed which left Jackson, Xavier and me alone. I sighed and placed my head in both of my hands.

"Dude, are you ok, you seem more tense than usual?" Xavier asked.

"He's probably thinking about Davina." Jackson chuckled, his words earn a hard glare which doesn't seem to faze him as much as they did to other people.

"I still don't understand why you told her," Xavier said. Truth is there was a part of me that knew it would scare her away. And that part of me refused to be close to anyone, love anyone, or even have any emotion toward anyone outside of this family. I tend to self-sabotage quite a lot.

"Shut up will you?" They laugh at my groan of annoyance. They really know how to get to me.

"Because he likes her" Jackson drew on the word 'like' as if I had a little elementary crush on a girl. Xavier burst out in laughter.