𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓

Chapter 49: Mafia King

Damian

Shit, shit, shit. Fisting Celeste's phone, I silence it as it rings.

Dawson's number blared on the screen. I glance down at her to catch her gorgeous figure sleeping peacefully. After our perfect night, I pulled back the seats, both deciding to sleep in the car instead while we watch the rain, I pulled out a random blanket I had in the trunk for us, the only thing that made me fucking furious was her moaning my brother's name.

Leading me to...bite her. I didn't Intend to bite her, but my anger got the best of me.
Glaring at the bite marks, I run a hand through my hair and fist it tightly. 

Go fuck yourself, Damian.

Her phone went silent after I didn't pick it up, but seconds later, another number was calling.

Landon.

I should have picked up Dawson's call,
I don't feel like dealing with the psychotic fucking twin, rolling my eyes I fist my shirt laying on the front seat, and slip it on before quietly stepping out of the car I pick up the phone holding it up to my ear.

But before I could speak, I took a few steps away, ensuring she wouldn't be able to listen to our conversation if she woke up.

"Celeste?" I overhear Landon speak drastically, "No, you sick fuck" I say through gritted teeth, overhearing his chuckle. My fist tightens around the phone, "Where is she?"
"You expect me to give her the phone after what you fuckers did?"

"Aw, is Damian Morana upset? We went behind his back and released his brother. Involved in the mass killing" the blood beneath my skin runs hot, in seconds I will erupt with fucking fire.

"You killed her best friend," I whisper, checking behind me. Noticing Celeste was still asleep, I looked forward again.
"Oh, Davin? Or was it Finn? Those weren't her best friends" For fuck sake Landon.

If he didn't mean so much to Celeste, I would have already gotten those pieces of shit killed for what they did to us, "Davin was Celeste's best fucking friend, my best friend; he was a loyal member of the mob. You killed him. You killed a part of her."

The phone goes silent, and for a moment, I thought he hung up, but double checking, he was still on the line, "You have no idea what she told me a few days ago; she's known Adira, and Elias was a part of his murder."

Taking a breath, I calm my tensed shoulders, "She wants to kill him, she wants him dead, the sound of her voice...the...darkness in her eyes-"
"You know," he suddenly said, cutting me off the sentence, frowning, my heart sank to my stomach.

"What?..."
"You know about her family, about the Mafia King? His precious daughter? His disgusting son-in-law...the real royal Mafia  family?"

I swallow nervously. They fucking know? How could they know this? "How did you find out?" his voice goes cold stone, as if he's worried I know. 

"Wasn't difficult, her mother said something that caught my attention. How the fuck do you know?" Again, another beat of silence passes through the phone.

"Were a part of the family too. Did you find that out?"

The world around me goes silent, the card driving past the road distance into thin air, "How is that possible?...who are you to her?!"

"Carolina had a younger brother, Reuben II. He...or should I say our father died in the military, leaving us for adoption since Reuben had abandoned Carolina when she was a child."

I blink, what the actual fuck is going on, "No one knows Carolina has a brother since he left at the age of sixteen, everyone thought he died but he was very well alive, one day we saw Carolina come into the adoption center. Dawson and I caught her attention, and once she saw us, she said to have bawled her eyes out."