Nothing Above You

Thirty nine

Enzo Marcelo

Anger was fuming in me. I have no idea why Mateo was so pissed about the idea of going with Bruce and my driver.

I didn't want him to know about Liam and worry. I didn't want to bring a single ounce of worry to him and handle this situation myself. That is the only reason I decided to keep the reason for sending Bruce with him to myself.

I'm a mafia, a gangster and I have been in these kind of situations many, many times. I have never needed to worry about it so much and neither felt a need to say a word of my problems to others. It was useless because what were they gonna do except sit there and listen to my problems.

Twisting the handle of my Kawasaki H2R, I pull myself into a zoomie. Bending myself forward on the body of my bike, I cut through the cold night of autumn that is hugging my body and cover the distance in seconds. The bike screams when the engine uses its power, making me feel better.

I wanted to relax, escape from all the things that were running through my mind. The anger I was feeling after the argument with Mateo had me want to use my gun at someone. Why can't he just try to understand my position? Was it too hard to just listen to me?

I receive a text from Mateo, my eyes darting towards the phone that is pinned in the phone holder. Handling the bike with one hand, I manage to send a reply as a small smile forms on my face. I was not expecting to receive any kind of text or call from him at all. My heart flutters when I see his little, 'hey?' My anger flushing away the instant my mind imagines the sad expression he must be having right now.

When the second text appears, I take the chance of red light, yanking my phone from the holder and holding it in my hands. I quickly type message with a smile on my face.

A horn from the car behind jumps my heart out of my throat and I look at the light which had turned green.
"Impatient ass." I mutter before pinning the phone back to the holder. I hold a hand out as an apology to him before driving my bike.

Wanting to call him, I ride my bike back in a hurry but it takes me about three hours to reach home as I had no idea how far I had come on the bike without thinking anything. My mind was blank as I couldn't think about anything as the frustration grew within me.

I have no clue what Liam is up to and I can't control Mateo as well, not being able to keep him in front of my eyes.

Just when I'm about to enter the street to my house, I receive a call from Mateo.
My heart skips a beat when I see his name displaying on screen but being unable to pick up his phone on the bike, I park it at the corner and accept the second call I receive from him.

My heart drops in my chest, my throat going dry as I stare at nothing but the empty road I'm standing at. The fear in his voice makes my knees buckle and I feel like the ground beneath me is tearing up, swallowing me in it.

Black mustang.
The horror my body feels is seething.
Without wasting time, I start my bike, telling Mateo to stay on the call with me. I needed to hear him to keep myself from losing myself.

My hands are shaking, my body is trembling but it is rushing with energy. I can feel every tissue in my body aching in fear as it trembles over the thought of Mateo getting injured.

I'm not scared because I have seen Mateo drive, and I know the boy will manage to escape the car however what terrifies me is that it's Liam's car. Even if Mateo is successful to escape him, he will have a different plan to go after Mateo. He's a guy who is brainless, even more creepy than me. I am someone who kills for a reason but Liam, that guy kills for me.