Square root of Trouble

Conflicts

Hola! Weeeell, for this chapter I thought I would add a picture of Luca. (Don't forget he has one less finger, now).
Xoxoxo

Chapter 8

Ruby's POV

I have to get to the airport.

I have to go to Russia.

I have to...

"Where the fuck is my phone?" I comb an crawl through the floor, trying to discover where my iPhone is hidden.

Giving up after a reasonable amount of time, I decide it's more productive to start gathering all my other things, meaning bags with clothes and basic essentials.

As of previous experiences, I gained the habit of never taking my wear out of my bags, because there will always be a day where I have to make a quick evacuation... disappear without a trace.

No matter how much it hurts emotionally.

While I'm tidying the room, I think of Aaron, his ever cocky personality and playful mood, of Gabriel and his mannerisms, ever the gentleman, and I capture Duke and Luke, the twins, apparently the same, but yet so different.

Duke is the unpredictable one, acting uninterested a minute, earnest the other, and then the next he's the most jovial of them.

As for Luke, he's the energetic of the group, being the pattern of an experience in science, among the others.

I think about their smiles, their rough exterior that's so soft and caring inside, the casualness and adoration they have around each other, the brotherhood.

I think of all the reasons I can't stay, as I start the ignition of my rental car... the only one I could pay with cash in order to not be traced.

I count all the pros and cons of staying.

Involving the boys on my messed up life, endangering their lives, as well as Luca's, abandoning him and my obligations as the head of an Italian mafia, an heritage I never wanted nor wished to have.

On the other hand, if I leave, I will be breaking my promise of a new beginning, I'm going back to Dimitri's, to my miserable life where I repress everyone and everything.

It's not living at all, I would simply be breathing and wishing one more day will pass without encountering a painful death.

"What do I do?" I murmur, already on my way to the airport.

"I'm so sick of this!" I punch the car's wheel, while a lonely tear slides shyly down my cheek.

Furious with my weakness, I blame Dimitri and all his fucking gang for ruining my life. I blame everyone and everything for the darkness that flows through my veins, the sorrow and the nightmares that creep my sub-conscience after an exhausting day.

I push the brakes in a blink of an eye, stopping in the middle of a deserted road.

"Think, think, think..." I chew my lips, tears forgotten. My fingers thump the wheel, repeatedly.

Grabbing my bag, I take the phone out and make a call to Luca. His phone rings until it goes to voice mail, like I predicted.

Not wanting to trust anybody else, I make a second call.

"Javier speaking, wassup baby doll?" A masculine voice sweet talks.

"Could you check a detail for me?"

"Well, well, well, aren't we in an hurry?" He laughs, getting on my nerves. "You think you're so important now, you don't have time to say hi and how are you and please? Scarlett, if I didn't loved you so much, I would be really offended with your extremely rude behavior." Javier sighs, dramatically. "And don't roll your eyes, missy, I've told you countless times that that shit will mess with your orbits." He warns while I roll them a second time.