Rihai

Undici

5 months ago

The ring in his pocket weighed heavy. How had he missed it? The woman he called his heart was drilling a hole through that very organ and he let her. Hell, he barely noticed, but now? Now it hurts. The pain has befallen him and he is drowning in it.

His father in law's 'assassins' had dropped another body for them to ship back. Romeo had dragged the body inside and shoved it into a coffin. Their gold family crest was proudly kept over the body, so to remind the spirit, which house to never haunt. But Aurelio saw the man's fist and the tiny glimmer of light reflecting out of it.

He had successfully opened it and his heart hasn't been beating properly since. The ring he picked up was now in his suit pocket, weighing his shoulders down. He recognized it. The diamond could be seen from across the room. It was that big of a rock. He had chosen it himself. Only the best for his wife.

The 7 carat, princess cut diamond was now cutting through his nerves. If he hasn't been in this world of gore for so long, he would've concluded something entirely different. He would've thought his wife was hurt, or in danger, but a dying man wouldn't hold on to something that belonged to his victim. No, he would hold something that was of his murderer.

And as far as he could think, he didn't know his wife at all. She never talked about her past, something he didn't emphasize on since he didn't talk about his own. But now he wished to have pushed her more. One thing that haunted his nights still, was betrayal and his wife has given him just that.

She dragged him around like a fool and dropped him on the threshold of lies. Did everything they build together mean nothing to her?

Before Aurelio married Aadrika, he was known to be rough and scary. He wasn't a killing machine like Romeo, but he didn't become Capo by throwing flowers around to strangers. He softened himself for her, he made her a priority, he trusted her more than himself only for her to stab him in the back.

He walked into his room to find it thrashed. The pillows were on the floor, the comforter was hanging at the back of a chair. Nothing looked the way it did in the morning and his wife was kneeling on the tile, looking under the bed. "What are you doing, Aadrika?" She sat up straight with sad eyes.

"I lost my ring. I've looked everywhere but I can't seem to find it. Maybe, someone found it and took it with them. It was expensive and-"

"I have your ring." Her eyes snapped up to his hand, where he presented her with the diamond she has been losing her mind over. She jumped over to him, took the ring out of his hand and hugged him. She was so happy to have found the lost ring that she didn't care where he found it.

But he did. He cared and his hurt and her lies, lead him to pushing her away. "Don't you wanna know where I found it?" He seethed at her and her eyes widened. All the time they've been married, he never got angry at her. He told her there was nothing she could do that would lead him to get upset.

But she knew there was one thing, one lie that could make him react like this. "You lied to me every single time, about what you do in this house all day. I found your fucking ring, fisted in the hands of a dead man. You killed him, didn't you?" Aadrika shook her head. Trying for one last time to save what was their marriage.

"Do not fucking lie to me. I got a DNA test. His nails have the scraped skin that belongs to you." He pushed up her sleeve and found her arm in a bandage. "Tell me the fucking truth Aadrika!" Aadrika was scared for the first time. Not of him, but of losing him. Will he still keep her after the truth comes out?

"My sisters and I, we are the assassins our father has. He married us to you to strengthen our ties and to give you the assistance you needed. We pretended to be innocent bystanders to protect ourselves. We pretended to not understand Italian but we heard everything you three talked about and kept note, incase someone attacked you."