The Untold

Chapter 9.

03h12 - Main Mansion, official residence of the Mafia 

The car ride was dead silent. 

Right after we'd stepped down the building, Y/N had rushed to the car, sliding inside and staying as quiet as possible for the whole journey back to the mansion, eyes piercing through the window and head turned enough for me not to be able to see her face. 

Her arms had been wrapped around her body through the whole time and, as I pulled back before the back gates of the house, I saw her glancing at the slow motion of them moving, seemingly only then realizing we were back. 

I hadn't dared to say a word neither. 

I was mad, angry. The heat of the fight was still alive beneath my skin but as I kept my attention on the road and the empty streets as we drove through the night, I couldn't help but ask myself: 

Why was I furious? Why had I lost my mind?

Mu knuckles were ruined, blood splashed all around my forearms and, probably, on my dark shirt too. I'd killed someone that night, after all. 

I'd killed the man who'd dared put his filthy hand on her. 

Stopping the car, I turned down the engine, deciding on address the whole situation, but as I was about to speak, Y/N rushed to get the door opened and quickly stormed outside, the faint echo of the old piece closing fading all across the warehouse. 

Reaching for my own door, I slid outside after her, seeing how she was gone already, heading for the back door, making me have to walk in her direction, after a head tilt. 

Just a word. 

For my surprise, it only took me three seconds to find her, shooting my head to the side to find her freezing form at the side of the door, enlightening a cigarette with a pink lighter. 

She looked a complete mess. 

Her hair was all over the place, messy, her face pale and reddened, her cheek slightly larger than usual due to the hit, her neck bruised, a faint purple forming on her skin. 

And her hands. Covered in blood, with a whole series of scratches and cuts from the mirror piece she'd used to defend herself, picking the cigarette in between the fingers. 

She exhaled deeply, body leaned against the wall calmly, apparently relaxed, almost nothing had happened. 

Only it had. 

'Are you okay?' I found myself asking, my hoarse hoarser and way colder than I intended. 

She didn't seem to mind, eyeing me with her usual blank stare, orbs darker than usual 'Yeah'

I cocked my eyebrow, looking down at the trembling of her hands. She was shaking so much, she put her hand back, hiding them from me. 

'Are you?' she asked back, ignoring my previous conclusion, and pointing at my own hands with her chin. 

I shrugged, reaching for the pack on my back pocket 'I'll be'

'You should go back inside' She let out, as soon as she saw I was about to smoke.

'Why?' I asked, ignoring her and breathing in the smoke.

'Because I want you to'

'I want a smoke too'

'I like smoking on my own' 

'Since when?' I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest. 

'I don't wanna do this right now' She muttered, throwing her cigarette on the floor and pacing away from me, in the same rush she'd done before.