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24🌹pathetic yellow

🎶oh the misery, everybody wants to be my enemy🎶
~Imqgine dragons & JID~

XAVIER 🥀

Despite being furious with me and nearly kicking me out of the house, my dad assigned me a task. I wanted to argue, but his anger had reached a boiling point, and I knew one wrong move would put me in grave danger. To be honest, my mind was preoccupied with Dove, and I longed to see her, but this new assignment derailed my plans.

And I wasn't naive enough to think I could quickly finish the task and then visit her - it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. My dad chose me for this job because he knew I was the only one who could remain level-headed, despite my impulsive nature. He had entered into a contract with one of his enemies, who owned a gold mine, which seemed crazy, but he believed I was the only one who could navigate this delicate situation.

Xander would blow the guy's head off before even getting an outcome. He was really insane. "Why do you always send him? Why not the consigliere? This is the fucking consigliere's job," Xander snapped, his frustration evident. Sometimes, he was right, but I was the only one who could play most of the roles in the mafia. I'm not one to brag, but I was on fire, the best. "Would you rather do it, Xander?" I asked, smirking in a taunt. "He doesn't even trust Enzo. What makes you think he would trust you?" Xander rolled his eyes and sighed, a rare display of restraint. Usually, he would be the one putting me in that position but now the tables were turned.

I called out to Westin, who was engrossed in his FIFA game on his PS. He rarely responded when he was in the zone, but I walked up to him and removed his headphones anyway. He glared at me, annoyed at the interruption. "I need you to order me a phone," I said, my request straightforward.

"Why?" Westin asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. His eyes shifted from me to the phone in my hand, then back to me. "I don't see anything wrong with your phone."

"That's because there's nothing wrong with it. Just order a new one and send it to the chairman at Harrington College."

Westin's expression turned skeptical. "What's this about?" he asked, but I just patted him on the shoulder and said, "Just do it."

With that, I turned and left.

...

The smooth music filling my car, the cold breeze rushing through, and the dark, silent path lined with petals and branches - it was the perfect setting. And, of course, Dove was on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about her, not that I wanted to. Thinking about her had become a habit, one that I couldn't shake off. For some reason, I felt like Dove was good for me.

I loved how she was silent but deadly, especially when she showed her true self to me, which I was grateful for. I was slowly losing my grip over her. Yeah, for someone who had the wrong idea about love. But if anything, I didn't want her to change for me. I wouldn't say she deserved better than me, so I wasn't even sure what I wanted. I wanted her to be... never mind. My mind was already a mess with other things, and matters of the heart never really suited me.

After a fifty-minute drive, I finally pulled up outside the casino, where I was scheduled to meet with the enigmatic Mr. Levi. I had been warned that he was a serious individual who could turn vindictive if he didn't like someone, so I hoped we could establish a cordial rapport. I was also aware of my own volatile nature, which could be unleashed if provoked too many times. I grabbed the briefcase containing documents and other "persuasive" materials - bribes, if sweet talk failed to work its charm.

As I walked towards the building, the red letters above the entrance cast a vibrant glow over the area. I buttoned up my jacket with one hand, exuding confidence as I entered the casino. I knew exactly where to find Mr. Levi, having frequented this establishment a few times before. I had also left my mark on this place, albeit in a more sinister way - my killings were always clean and professional, unless I intentionally left a trace.