Secrets Red Aloud: Mafias Undoing

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Darya

I hide my head in his shoulders, as the dance comes to an end. He looks at me, guiding me towards him. Carlos. I try to open my mouth to tell him, but fear is a vice that is holding me dear.

My heart feels for him, having to raise his daughter by himself. It holds a grip on me, I have to find out who murdered Isabllea. I catch my breath as we approach him.

I feel out of place in this group. It is the same group on the table but with a different dynamic in the air.

“Welcome, we are sorry for your loss Carlos,” his mother starts by saying. A cruel look on Carlos' face, I looked behind Carlos to see the man at my father's wedding. How did they know each other? But the question pacing in my mind is, does he know who I am?

“We bought flowers for all of you,” something in his tone made it sound venomous.

The guy behind Carlos realises im standing with Ky and a sinister grin plastered on his face.

“Hey boss,” Carlos leans backwards a bit.

The groups rounding us raise there talking about me. He did recognize me. I breathed a long and needed breath. Ky looks down at me. Fear bubbles in me.

“Come with me darling.” he becomes me, but I don't budge. Right now my chances seem better with Ky. I trust him more. “We wouldn't want your father knowing what I'm about to give you.”

Ky pushes me forward, nodding his head. I still don't budge.

“Have it your way. Give them the flowers.” I stare into Carlos' eyes, searching to see if he knows who I am in  my free time.

Black dahlia’s are hard for each of us including me. The mark of death, he's given it to me twice now. But he doesn't know that. They start to leave as they hurry us into a spare room.

The room is large enough for all of us, a massive window in the centre overlooking the gardens, I can see them leave getting into the cars.

Im twiddling the flower in my fingers, fear sets in. There are phrases the mors use.

But be given it twice,
Is a sentence worse than death.
It's like playing with dice.
But beware of the price.

My fingers shake in fear. I turn around to see they have taken seats on a sofa in the middle of the room. I take a seat, my mind running with thoughts.

“Who are you?” his mother- Kamena- shouts at me.

“Kamena!” Kristov says. He embraces her, talking.

I sit there still playing with the dahlia.

“It's my fault she's even here,” Ky speaks up. “She's innocent, they can't give her a flower, can they?”

“They can if she knows something,” kamena starts “what do you know?”

“I don't know,” everything. I know how to dismantle their mafias, with a click.

“She's lying,” one of Kys' mates says.

“Shut up Jack.” ky says. “Tell me what you know and we can help you, since we are in this together.”

“My name is Darya Ellis, my father is the police chief. And-”

“Oh you have got to be serious, the police chief, he's on the-”

“I'll tell you what we are going to do, until this is cleared up and we find out why they are doing this. I'm going to send guards outside of your house.” kirstov says, alarming me of my fate.

“I heard-” I draw off, I dont think it's my place to say.

“What have you heard, Luce.” ky now sitting next to me.

“That you had an involvement in her death.”

A few curse words are exchanged. Understandment lingeries in their eyes
“Did you?” I mutter under my breath.

“Where did you hear this,” Jack asks. While the two guys next to him sit in silence.

“Well it's implied in this blog,” I tell them for my sudden burst of intellect.

“What blogs?” Karmena asks.

“Silent whispers.” I murmur.