The contract was detailed with such precision, it didn't miss anything within. Every small term was particularly taken care of. The contract said we will be loyal till the end of our reason, our revenge. That I will train under his supervision. Until then, my residence will be the same as his. I will not maintain any contact with the world outside and remain confinde to the space I'm granted. I will make no move on my own. There were several more, with every single requirement I was restricted even further. Trust me, it didn't get any better. Even awful was that I'm not allowed absolutely anything. Will I sacrifice my life for the revenge I seek? Is it worth it? Will spending time for the struggle of it will be worth it in the end? Will I even manage to crush his father?
All in all, if I accept his offer I will be bound by more complications in my life than ever before. But I am also well aware that my life was been peaceful to such extent it had been boring or near boring you can say. I haven't ever entertained the idea of having fun much. Not the point that I like drama in my life at all, or that I welcome my parents murder with open hands. But what I mean is that my life has been to perfect to be true until now and so I will risk everything I've ever had because somewhere at the bottom of my heart I trust Dante for reasons unknown. I trust him to stand by his word and to help me achieve vengeance along with him.
If I ponder over it more. The reason to accept his terms only grows. I don't have much in my life that I will put on the line if I accept this contract. And so, I'm now absolutely sure what I want from him. I will go up to him & ask away what my heart tugs at. Before that I need to refresh my mind. I'll take a cold shower, cold showers have always proven to give life to my logical part of the brain rather than the warm soothing showers. Right now, what I need is not relaxing instead it's a push. The struggle I need to make to be able to stand against his father for whatever wrong he did. I need to harden myself in ways I still am unable to stomach.
There's no reason for me to delay thing when the key to success rests in my hands. By far I don't think I can be more sure of the power that rests in the hands of Dante but the problem is that the game might be still in his father's hand. I'm afraid if he doesn't take control any sooner the opportunity to claim what's ours might slip away. I have to go to him and hand over these papers as soon as I can, without wasting time any further. I am not comfortable with the idea of the darkness and evil that resides within everything the mafia does but when I think about it restlessly. I come to this one conclusion every single time. My family, my blood is from the mafia.
I may deny my relativity with all the sinful activities. Murder, forgery, human trafficking, assault, things I can't even bare saying or imagining. All of those are something these people can stomach doing, they do it so frequent, so often it might as well pose as normal as office work. No matter how hard I try, I can't get it out of my head that my parents intended to fight against oppression within the family, they never wanted to leave their way of life though.
The next day, I went in search of Dante but my stomach thundered in hunger. When I finally settled with it, agreeing to the thought that I'd eat first. I changed my course of travel towards those massive double doors instead. This time the kitchen was fully loaded with all the groceries. After touring through each cupboard shortly I found nothing remotely edible, it occured to me I had missed the cupboard that I couldn't reach. I recalled a stool that was placed in the lounge, but it's round edges weren't something I can fully trust.
Either way I brought it inside, it was too lightweight to not stumble once I stand on tip toes over it.
After setting the contract on kitchen island, I thrust myself up onto the plastic stool which was originally not so wobbly. When I was at the facelevel just below the cupboard, I could finally reach the unknown packs and cans there, that is on my tip toes with only my fingertips touching them.When I continued to struggle against my little adventure, the stool slipped away & I fell back in a whoosh of air. "Thank god I did not fall directly on the ground. I could have had a concussion or a serious injury that way", the devil had caught me and I was pretty grateful for that. "Don't tell me you're thanking God instead of me, considering I was the one to catch you." He spoke gently placing me down and removing the stool from his way. "Well thank you Mr. Devil, I wonder how you do that?", I questioned him. "You mean preventing you from falling?", he muttered under his breath. "No. I meant catching me by surprise. You walk like a cat, without any sound. I must say I can observe my surroundings pretty well but I fail everytime when it's about you", I continued to voice my thoughts, to which he did not bother replying.
Instead he asked, "What were you trying to do up there?". "I was trying to find something to eat", my stomach grumbled in response and my cheeks reddened from utter shame & vulnerability. He chuckled & finally told me,"I can drive you to some place that offers a better solution to your hunger than my empty cupboard & canned foods".
"My hunger just died away Mr. Devil", he mockingly showed hurt, placing his palm right over his heart. "Still not done with the sweet nicknames I suppose. Even though I offered you my name which is clearly a better form to address me now isn't it?"
I simply shrugged trying hard to conceal the smile forming against my lips, when I found myself failing I just lazily walked out. "Weren't you just saying we're going to have breakfast outside Mr. Devil?"
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I finally feel accomplished atm. I was finding it hard to put life into my characters but now I feel a lil happy that I've become used to their presence. I will fight my awkwardness in writing & surely post more from now on. Much love to all of you. Stay safe & healthy ♡
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