𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

eight

"How do you expect me to find anything out if you won't give me details." Marcelo grunts out in frustration.

"I am giving you details!" I shout back and Alessandro just watches us bicker with a grin on his face.

"Not enough!" He turns around in his chair to face me and his hands are clasped together while his elbows rest on his knees.

"Okay okay okay, why don't we just cool off?" Alessandro chuckles and recoils when we both shoot him venom laced looks.

"Alright, or keep going in circles." He raises his hands up, "That works too."

"You won't even tell me the last name of the guy who got killed. How am I possibly supposed to do anything with a first name and age?" Marcelo speaks to me like I'm five years old and being explained the rules of the playground.

I fold my arms and suck my teeth, "Fine." I plop down on one of the rolling chairs, "His last name was Jimenez."

Alessandro immediately starts typing on his keyboard and multiple images pop up on the screens covering the wall.

"Location would be helpful." Marcelo mutters and I narrow my eyes in his direction.

I bite my tongue and answer his question, "Here. In Sicily."

"Where?" Alessandro asks next, now completely in work mode.

"I woke up next to him in the morning and he had a bullet through his head." I say monotonous, "I think I'm done with this for today." I slam the door behind me when I walk away.

I know that I asked for this and I know that they obviously need information in order to help me. I'm fully aware that my anger is irrational, but it doesn't stop me from feeling it regardless.

My brother, Giovani, was forbidden to help me figure out who did it by my father; "Dwelling on it won't make you feel any better about it Marie. Neither will revenge." He said.

Oh father how little you know me. Because revenge will one thousand percent make me feel better. I've been dreaming of gutting the son of a bitch who did this since the moment I woke up to the corpse I used to call my best friend.

I'll never forget that moment for as long as I live. The stone cold look in his open green eyes, the perfect bullet wound in the middle of his forehead. How someone could have murdered him without me even making a stir. They did it right there and I didn't wake up.

I think that's what haunts me the most. If I just would've opened my eyes. If I just would've woken up, all of this could have been easily resolved. I would've reached for my knife and threw it in between the bastards eyeballs.

"Are you alright?" I turn around and see Alessandro. I also realize I haven't gotten very far from the door. I'm way closer than I thought.

"She's fine." Marcelo grunts and grabs onto my wrist. He pulls me away into his office while Alessandro stands confused in the hallway.

"You don't just run out like that when we're in the middle of something." He says as soon as the door is closed. I'm up against the door and he's roaming around the room, "I didn't even want to do it in the first place."

"Exactly, so why are you being a baby about it." I roll my eyes. He stops his pacing to turn and glare at me. His black eyes are staring into mine so intently I'm tempted to look away, but I don't. I hold my stare until he turns back around in frustration.

"If you can't handle it, then you can run back to wherever you came from. I don't need you here." He says with his back turned to me.

"If I can't handle it?" I shoot back, completely indignant, "Don't tell me what I can and can't handle. You know nothing about the situation, or how it felt for me."