The Mafia's Secret

Chapter 11 ✔️

SCARLETT

Click. The clip was empty. Xavier ripped the gun from my hand, shaking his head as he gave Terrance his gun back. Collapsing to the ground from exhaustion and disappointment, Xavier stood over me. "You're too predictable, Scar. When are you going to learn that I don't want to kill you? I want you to suffer. And I can't do that if you're dead now, can I?"
I said nothing as I kept my head down. I wasn't going to submit to him. I just couldn't look the bastard in the eyes without showing him the tears that welled in my eyes. I had hit my breaking point and I wasn't about to show him that.
"Finally speechless, Scar? That's a first. Why don't we change things up a bit? I'll let Terrance have his fun. I'm sure he has some built up rage against you since you're the sister of the man that kicked him from the crew."
"Fuck you, Xavier." I whispered under my ragged breath. Standing to my feet, I glanced at Terrance who was smirking as he cracked his knuckles. "Let's just get this over with."

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I was sick and tired of being beaten down. The added bruises and cuts on my body. It all made it even harder to breathe as I laid on the ring floor, wishing someone would just end me here and now. It was nothing but luck that Xavier had stopped the fight before Terrance killed me. He would if given the permission. Unfortunately for me, Xavier wanted me alive even though I'd rather be dead.
Grasping my side, I slowly rolled onto my side, dragging myself to the ropes. Looking around, half the audience was gone. Only a few remained. The few I didn't want to be around. Once I had my eyes on Xavier, he climbed through the ropes, standing beside me. Moving my gaze to the floor, Xavier crouched down in front of me. His gun made its way under my chin where he used it to lift my head up to meet his amused gaze. His other hand moved to his mouth where he took a puff of a cigarette he had lit before entering the ring. The smell was revolting but I refused to move away in disgust.
"You managed to bruise Terrance's ego by landing a few blows to his face. Not many can do that."
"Fuck you." I groaned as I looked away from him. I had no other words for him.
"Ah, ah. Careful." He put the gun to his lips as if it were his finger, gesturing for me to be silent. "I only give pretty girls so many warnings before they're taught a lesson."
"Like I give a shit, Xavier. Now let me go. I had a perfect life before I got dragged back into this mess." I slowly stood, leaning against the ropes.
Xavier threw his head back, letting out a loud laugh before looking back at me. "Was it now? Living with your mom was perfect? From what I hear, she treated you like shit. An abusive drug addict. I bet your father wasn't much help. An abusive alcoholic. And your brother. Still hate him for abandoning you?" He took another puff from his cigarette, blowing the smoke into my face.
"How the fuck do you know all that?!" I spat angrily, ignoring the smoke that burned my nostrils. He was too calm. It angered me.
"I have my ways of knowing things around here." He took another puff.
"If I wasn't like this I'd–"
"–You'd what? There's nothing you can do. Now stop all of this before you get yourself killed. I can continue to treat you like shit or you can finally do as you're told."
"Nothing you say is going to make me help you find my brother."
"Not even for the sake of Darren's kid? Because all it takes is a bullet between the eyes before he wants to kill you instead of me. He believes all of this is because of you and your brother. Should I mention to him that you know where he is?"
"What?"
I sighed. Darren. He was here the whole time. Watching. By the smug expression on Xavier's face as he took another puff of his cigarette, he had known Darren was there, hiding from my field of view. This was all some sick joke to Xavier and it made me resent him even more. He was a bastard. Someone I would enjoy killing if I had the chance.
I hardly realized Xavier had taken a step back until Darren was right in front of me, grabbing me by the neck. I let out a small yelp as he squeezed my neck. I tried clawing at his face and arms but that didn't stop him from squeezing more tightly. Gaping out, I tried to get air into my lungs but it was pointless. His grip was far too tight.
"What the fuck is he talking about?!" Darren seethed.
"Let. Me. Go." I begged, still attempting to get air into my lungs.
"Answer me!" He shouted as he squeezed even tighter.
I was certain Xavier would let Darren choke me until I passed out but as quickly as that thought came, It left. Xavier moved beside Darren, placing his gun up against Darren's temple. He cocked the gun but Darren still refused to move. His expression never faltered as he kept his eyes on me.
"Let her go, Darren. I won't hesitate to pull the trigger. Or do you even want to see your precious daughter again?"
I couldn't help but think about what Darren would do. If he killed me, he would never get any answers. If he didn't, I would be forced to tell him what he wanted to know and Zayn would hate me forever. I had a feeling he already did since I haven't seen him and he had told someone else other than me. He had told Nina over me and now Nina was dead because of it.
It angered me to be uncertain of what Darren was going to do. He only had a few more seconds to decide before I passed out. I was already fighting the urge since little air entered my lungs. My vision was becoming blurred from the tears that welled in my eyes. My body was getting numb and weak from the lack of oxygen.
Darren didn't move for what felt like an eternity before finally releasing my neck. Dropping to the floor, I gasped for air, coughing as I grasped my neck. My throat burned as I coughed. Refusing to look up, footsteps echoed throughout the garage until someone slammed the door. Finally looking up once my breathing returned to normal, Darren was nowhere to be seen and Xavier was leaning against the ropes, observing me as he took a puff of a cigarette. He sighed, throwing the cigarette on the cement floor before walking over to me. He crouched down, reaching for my face. Out of instinct I flinched, looking away.
"Leave me alone." I demanded quietly with a raspy voice.
"Move your hand. Or do I have to?"
"You don't care so why bother acting like you do?!" I snapped my head up to meet his surprisingly worried expression.
"Because you're still of use to me. Now let's go." he grabbed my arm.
Out of instinct, I pulled my arm away. "I don't need your fucking help!"
Without a word, he stepped back, leaning against the ropes with his arms crossed. A smug look was plastered all over his face as if he knew something I didn't. Frustrated, I slowly stood despite the excruciating pain that shot up my legs and through the rest of my body. I barely made it a few steps before crying out in pain as my knees gave out beneath me. Xavier snickered, causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance. He was about to win and I hated myself for it.
"Need a hand there, Scar?" Xavier asked rhetorically as he walked over.
"I told you not to call me that."
"Who are you to tell me what to do? Now get up." Xavier grabbed me by the arm, roughly pulling me to my feet. Groaning as pain shot through my body once more. Leaning into Xavier, I let him guide me out of the shop.