Separated

Chapter 10 - Minori

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I wait for the rising panic to happen. For disgust to fill me. For my breathing to quicken. For my mind to lose itself into chaos. Chaos that I could still barely get myself out of even after all these years.

But  . . . it doesn't.

And even after some time, nothing. Absolutely nothing happens.

There was something either seriously wrong with this person or I have just gotten rid of my own aversion to people touching me in the last few minutes.

But the latter thought was unsettling and unrealistic. It was him. It was definitely him. I was sure about it.

He was someone to be feared. As part of the American Bratva, it goes without question he has committed heinous deeds and questionable acts. There were more litres of blood on his own hands than the amount of blood my family has drawn combined.

Not to mention that he was aiming for the best seat in his organization. Logically, he was the best option. Unlike the closed minded current Pakhan who would refuse peace with anyone with the odd exception of my family, this man was open to all organizations. Which is crazy, seeing that we shouldn't really be on friendly terms. And yet he was attending all the wedding of both conservative Italians and modernised American Italians, continued to reach out to us Japanese and had many mercenaries' loyalty. Or their loyalty to money. Nonetheless, it was impressive.

So, I am sure it is him. He was the abnormal one. It wasn't me.

Why did I not feel even a hint of fear in front of this man?

Every other person does. The only exception being Alaina for unknown reason and those close to me, or those who cried out for mercy. For your information, they didn't get any - mercy I mean.

What kind of manipulation technique did he do to bewitch my response to his touch?

Perhaps it was his eyes. This man owned such blue eyes it concerned me. How could any human being own such deep blue eyes? It was so dark and so bright at the same time. They looked like eyes that had seen it all and knew nothing fazed him anymore.

Or at least that was the attitude he presented himself to be.

Anyways, topic at hand, this man was dangerous.

What I needed to do was stay far away from him. Very, very, far, far away. Ryo was right, I should never be in his presence.

No. I wasn't in his presence. He barged into my presence.

"Shouldn't you be busy entertaining other guest? I'd assume that I should be at the bottom of that list."

"We discussed that a couple of minutes ago, but I digress. Oh, and I'm not sure if you have realised but our organization very much enjoys being in your families presence."

"You don't seem to enjoy my brother's presence though." I retort back knowing the very obvious tension between the two. I wouldn't say they hated each other because to hate someone you would have to care and neither of them cares about each other. I was quite sure neither of them cared about many people in general. So, the closest feelings they had for each other was probably hostility.

"I don't enjoy very many people's presence in general. And to reiterate, your brother despises my presence."

"Well just like you, he doesn't appreciate many people's–" I began to say when crashing noises fills the room, the sound echoing all around us. But it wasn't happening in this room and it sounded like it was coming from down below.

Without question or a moment to think, we both rush out of the room, darting down the stairs, opening the doors that lead to ballroom hall.

Lights began to turn off one by one.

Glass fell and broke. Tiny shards eliciting a diamond dust effect. Only, it wasn't pretty. It was slicing through skin, spits of red firing each time.

Chandeliers rocked dangerously on its axis. Some not being able to tolerate the blow and crashes onto the floor. And people.

Walls begin to blow up.

Women scream and wail. Men shout and shoot aimlessly.

Someone shoves me.

And then, my vision turns black.