Ottaviano ✓

♥ Chapter Thirty Eight ♥|🍂

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       ••••••••• Ottaviano •••••••••

   I throw the butt of the cigarette out the window before rolling it up again. I toss my head back trying to breath through all of the smoke that fills up the small space of my car.

    I've been seated in this parking lot– of one of the abandoned buildings a little outside of the city– for hours now. I came here after going on a little killing spree the first thirty minutes of me leaving the house. I went to one of the warehouse up north and killed every motherfucker  that had my shit short. I didn't give a fuck about the mess I left behind because I know my men will that shit up.

     So now I'm seated as far away from civilization as I can get, smoking another drug that will probably cut down on my life. I have no idea how much I have smoked, I stopped counting after the third one, and that was hours ago.

    After pondering over it for minutes now, I finally decide to head back home and face the demons.

As if they hadn't followed you here
     

  I scoff at my thoughts. Well at least I can face them in the comfort of my fucking house. I start up my car and back out of the parking lot, speeding out of the deserted place. My eyes squint in the dark trying to see with how low they got from my smoking session.

   Maybe you should crush and end everything now. No more pain.

    Fuck off. No matter what I do, I can't fucking die before I find my sister, dead or alive. God I need a fucking break.

     We could all use a break from you buddy.

    I let out a groan at the voice in my head. Maybe smokin all those cigarettes was a bad idea. I always seem to forget that the more I smoke, the more the demons come out to play. Yeah I definitely should have never stopped taking my fucking medicines.

     After hours of recklessly speeding through the city, I pull into the familiar parking lot. I get out of the car but quickly halt my movements at the sudden wave of dizziness that washes over me. I blinking and holding my head in my hands for a few seconds, I'm stable enough to make my way in the house without passing out.

     I slowly open the door and use the wall to aid my walking. I scrunch my face at the sound of Jasmine's voice talking to someone in the living room. I quietly make my way over to her but immediately stop at the words that leave her mouth

  ‘‘Yeah you're right Enzo. I shouldn't worry about him too much”  She says her voice confident in what she was saying

    Of fucking course. I'm not someone that people would waste their time worrying about. I don't know why I fucking expected anything different. I worry for people, not the other way around. It's always been like this and I shouldn't expect it to change because I fucking lo-like someone who's in love with my best friend.

    I told you she didn't care

     And neither do I. Besides, I have a fucking mafia to run instead of indulging myself in nonsense. Hell I should be out there searching for my sister instead of standing here seeking for something that people like me don't deserve.

      I make my way out of the house with a new found strength. I speed out of my house for the fucking second time again, getting a feeling of Deja Vu, only that I feel way worse than I did the first time. Fuck! I shouldn't even be letting this affect me this much in the first place. She was nothing but a whore to me. Nothing special.