The Mafia Game Vincenzo AU

Chapter 22

(Real update, Are you proud of me? You got the chapter 4 weeks earlier then expected! I decided to do this late at night because I had an idea and I didn't want to forget it. That would be the worst feeling ever, especially after weeks of suffering from writer's block. Apologies for spelling errors too.)

"Well, I'll make this clear." He arose from his seat. "You have two options to choose from. And if you choose the wrong one, I won't hesitate to kill you when the time will come."

I pursed my lips towards Vincenzo's statement before getting up.

"When the time will come, I won't hesitate to also attempt to kill you if I choose the wrong option." I failingly threatened, yet it seemed like Vincenzo wasn't fazed.

I turned to walk away before he grabbed my hand. "Choosing the wrong choice will show how much of a naive girl you are, I'll just have to put you out of your misery." He spoke, pretty much to catch me off guard. Which it did.  "You came. You asked for help. I wasted my time, helping, and now you show how naive you are. And fall head over heels with the man you needed saving from. Are you stupid?" He spoke. He continued. "And now you dare threaten the one person who tried to save you from him."

"But you threatened to kill me first. And you just agreed to save me since it gave you more of a reason to kill him."

"Oh how pathetic. He abused you. You're a victim! You need justice!" Vincenzo finally raised his voice at me. It was obvious that Vincenzo saw me as nothing more then a vulnerable little victim. I didn't need his pity. I didn't need anyone's pity, especially if they don't understand me. What is the point of being pitiful when in all honesty you don't bother even understanding?

"Damn it. Noone ever understands, noone ever understands!! You don't know how it's like to be me!" I yelled. "I choose whatever the fuck I want, he still treats me like a princess. And if he kills me... then fine. Its my fault. But he said he wouldn't hurt me."

Vincenzo laughed at me, a sense of disbelief I'm his tone. "Wouldn't hurt you? Wouldn't hurt you? If he didn't want to hurt you then you wouldn't even be here. He. Killed. Your. Family. He. Abused. You."  Vincenzo emphasised.

I sighed, there was no reason to even try to explain myself because he'd never even want to believe it.

"You know what, fine. But I don't regret it. If I do truly love him... then what happens will happen."

I turned away to walk to the door, however, was stopped by Vincenzo again. Vincenzo's jaw clenched as he grabbed me by the color. "Look do what you wish. I'll still be here to help, but I swear, you dare sabotage my plans. Or plant false beliefs into Hanseo's minded I'll-"

"Oh don't bother, I highly doubt he would listen to me to begin with!" I yelled at Vincenzo, pushing him away and running to the door. Hanseo is too entangled and infatuated with Vincenzo as his new, Hanseok replacement, brother.

"I told you.... I'm still debating."  I reassured him.

I detested my attitude towards Vincenzo because I looked upto him, however, I was just too blinded by this love. Vincenzo was right, 'Al cuore non si comanda'.

As I exited the building, I sighed in sadness. It wasn't fair, I couldn't control how I feel, and Vincenzo surely didn't know that. He's too inhuman and moody, I highly doubt he ever understands how it feels to love someone.

Like if he was truly ever able to love someone then he would be more empathetic surrounding this area. And now, since he's working against Hanseok, he's acting like such a hero when in a matter of fact he's just a vigilante. A hypocrite.

He's evil too. He works for the mafia. Yet treats Hanseok like such a villain.

I arrived at the penthouse, pleading that it was cleaned up so I don't have to see the faces of my family. Their faces of fear. I sighed as I entered the building, dragging myself to my room. I mentally cursed myself, I was lucky that my dress was black so it hadn't spiked anyone's fear. It was drenched with Ju Kyung's blood. Therefore, the faint iron smell lingered in my nostrils, maybe thats why I was repeatedly having flashbacks of the nightmare.

I took shower to rinse all this blood off me. After that, I wrapped myself with a towel before entering the walk-through closet. Hanseok hadn't even been on sight, I figured he may of gone somewhere after ordering where to put the bodies. I pleaded he had placed them in a cemetary rather than dumping them nowhere. I chose a dress that was plain black, it was a simplistic dress with just spaghetti straps. It was comfortable so I had picked it and all I needed was comfort. I exited the walk-through closet only to be hit with a hard object. I could sense that my head was probably bleeding due to the harsh impact and the excruciating pain. With a few seconds of consciousness, I passed out.

I woke up in a foreign place, a place I had never seen before. My arms felt stiff, as I gazed upon them I realised I was tied up, my legs too. Infront of me layed an abandoned looking scrap metal shredder. I moved around to get out. Someone kidnapped me! Hanseok wouldn't let this slide, this person won't get away with it. Unless, what if it was Vincenzo, what if he'll kill me because of what I said. Yet Vincenzo would never do that right? And how could he appear there so fast.

A man gradually approached me, he wore a helmet on his head. "My-my husband won't let you get away with this." I stuttered yet tried to sound threatening.

"Really?" The man spoke and he kneeled down in front of me. The voice caused me such agony and fear. Because that voice had belonged to none other then my husband. Jang Hanseok.