Born to kill

Chapter 10

Caiden González

"What the fuck is this?" I asked angrily.

She snatched her wrist away from me and looked away ashamed. We were laying in my bed.

"It's nothing." She said.

"It's not fucking nothing! You cut yourself?"

She sat up in bed and looked at me.

"So what? My life's a fucking mess." She looked down at her wrist. Her back was turned to me and she was sitting at the edge of the bed.

"When?" I asked.

"What?"

"When did you do this?" I asked. She tried to slit her wrists? My heart aches for her.

Valentina Bianchi, a girl that always looks for the best in things. She fucking tried to kill herself..again

"3 years ago..." she said.

I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say. I knew she had problems. I didn't know they were this bad.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her body from behind. She tensed under my touch but quickly relaxed. I felt her heart beating fast. I didn't want to ask her about it since it seemed like a sensitive topic. It wasn't my business either.

"Why do you care?" She asked with annoyance.

"I don't know-"

"Why do you care for someone like me? I'm just one of the girls you slept with.. I'm surprised you haven't tossed me aside and found a new girl yet"

I let go of her.

"Do you not remember what happened the night we slept together?" I asked.

"Nope. There was no reason to."

My heart sank. Did I mean nothing to her? Does she really not feel the same? I turned to my side of the bed and slowly stood up. Not failing to notice the pain in my body. I ignored it though and continued to walk to my closet.

I took out a napkin. The night we slept together I realized she wasn't a normal girl. She seemed like she had problems.

That night we were both super drunk. We started talking at some point since her friend she was with was talking to Luis. So we got to talking and she took a napkin and started scribbling on it. She said that she wanted to remember what I was saying to her so she wrote down a few of my interests.

It was funny at the moment and when we were leaving the club together I stuffed the napkin in my pocket.

I limped back to the bed and handed her the napkin. She looked down at it.

"I don't care about this Caiden-"

"Why do you endure everything by yourself? The night we met, you told me that your whole life you've always been alone." I said angrily.

She didn't say a thing. She just kept looking down at the napkin in her hand. She didn't even look me in the fucking eye.

"I don't want you Caiden. I just want to fucking move out and start fresh. Without you"

"Without you"
"Without you"

Those words kept repeating in my mind. She didn't want me? She turned away from me and went under the covers in the bed. I stood up while limping and went down the stairs to get my fucking keys.

If she doesn't fucking want me then I don't need to do be there for her. I drove one of my expensive cars that I recently bought and drove it to one of the clubs I owned.

I need something. Something that will erase my memory from her. After all these weeks of thinking about her, I need to get her out of my mind.

I stepped into my club and music was booming throughout the building. I went into one of my VIP rooms that I use by myself. Then I took out some pills I stashed and alcohol.

My mind was fucking clear. The drugs were already in my system and the alcohol was making me feel like I was in a whole other universe. I sat back in my chair while I could still hear the music from the club.

I closed my eyes feeling relaxed. I saw a few strippers walk into the room and I let them. These past few weeks I've been with Valentina so I haven't slept with anyone new. Maybe I should sleep with this blonde that's eyeing me.

This girl crawled over to me and started giving me a lap dance. Except I wasn't really feeling it. Usually I get hard easily but for some reason I'm not..

I continued to feel at ease with my life. Earlier today me and Joe had to take care of the Russian Mafia. We were short handed and I had to take care of everything without my men. It was hard but we managed to get some information. That being said, it'll be a tough couple months because of them.

When Valentina took care of me... I felt something. Something I haven't felt in so long. She took care of me when I had no one else. Just like I did for her when she had nowhere to go.

I stared up at the ceiling with whiskey in my hand. I was alone in this room. No drunk people or strippers. Nobody wants me, so what's the point of waking up everyday and having nobody?

Of course I have Luis and Joe but I feel completely alone. I thought Valentina and I were similar. We were both alone and independent. That's what I liked about her. She was always brave and endured even the toughest situations.

Until I saw her wrist...a part of me knew that she had it much worse than I did. I witnessed my mom and dad die right in front of me. Except I don't truly know what she suffered to that extent where she would continue to hurt herself.

I heard a knock on the door and went over to the side table where I kept a small gun. I took the gun and went over to open the door. Nobody dares to knock on this door without being summoned.

It was one of my men. I put the gun down.

"Sir the Russians attacked one of our bases"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said. These fuckers are such a pain in my ass. I need another drink.

I waved him off and called Luis. I had to fucking deal with this again.

I went back into my car. I'm not completely sober but I've done more dangerous things when I was black out drunk before. This isn't anything new.

I drove down to one of our bases that wasn't attacked and called all of our highly trained men to a meeting. It was a room with a long table and a lot of chairs. This room wasn't exactly small either.

As I arrived everyone was in their seats and I walked to the chair at the end of the table. Luis and Joe sit next to me. I take a seat and immediately stare at each and every one of these assholes. They disappointed me.

I was already having a shitty time because of Valentina and yet here we are.

"You're all pathetic." I spoke as it echoed throughout the room.

They all were tense and nervous. I wouldn't blame them. I was about to pull my gun out if one of them tried to smile at me. Again not in the fucking mood for this shit.

Some of them started talking about solutions to how we were going to take down the Russians. But all I thought about was how hot Valentina looked when she was yelling at me.

Shit.

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