Death And Love Poems (2) Mafia Romance

61. Kinkiller

Marco

There is bright red blood on Stefano's lips. It appears so bright it almost seems florescent. Or maybe it's just me and I am living yet another moment when my brain chemistry is altered irremediably.

It was a neat shot to the head. The burns and the shot in the back would have killed him anyway. And the cancer. And... are these just excuses?

'Father loved you more.' I wholeheartedly doubt it.

Everything around me is a burning mess but I am frozen for a few seconds, like I have never been before. As if I weren't myself. As if I weren't the one who killed thirty-four people before him.

"Marco, look at me!"

I blink and stare at Roxi.

"We need to go. I think... I am not sure what to do now so you need to put yourself together. Please!"

I blink again and take her hand. It helps ground me. Then I kneel down and close Stefano's bloodshot eyes.

"Yes,we need to go. Stefano was negotiating with the Yoshida so they know everything. It's open war."

"What are you going to do with all of them?" She points to everything around us: the rubble, the flames and the hurt. "I guess it's your heirloom now, isn't it?"

Yeah...

"I am not sure... Lingering here after I killed the rightful heir isn't a good idea either. Roxi,..." I grab her hands tighter. "This is what my life looks like on a bad day. Not even the worst. Are you sure this is what you want?"

She doesn't advert her gaze.

"I was forced to shoot the guy I loved and watched my father get tortured and killed. So I dare say... So does mine. Let's see how we can handle this together because apart was kind of shitty for me?" She gives me a small smile.

She is a normal girl. Or used to be. Now she is something else. Who she is right now seems to have been so bruised she grew another skin. And so traumatized she can now look at dozens of dead and hurt people without losing her calm.

"I am not sure if who you are right now is good for you, but it most certainly is good for me."

"I love you. And this... Doesn't make me love you less. He was a monster. To you most of all."

"I love you too. You have no idea how much." I press my forehead to hers.

"I think I do have an idea. I shot to kill you and you brushed it away as if it were nothing. Marco... If whatever we have isn't meant to be at least for a second I am not sure what is. Let's go."

"Yes, Don Marco. You need to go. This will be on the news."

We both turn to look at Tomaso. He is still standing despite severe wounds.

"You could have shot me right now. You could tell all of them to point at us and one might get lucky," I say in a faint voice.

"You know I would never do that. Neither would any of them now. Out of loyalty to you. Despite your surname."

"You need a doctor."

"I know," he smiles faintly. "They are already on their way. Give me that gun."

I grab it a bit tighter and my brows knit in protest.

"You don't need this complication. For Roxana, " he says and stretches out his arm.

"It's not fair," I answer but lift the arm with the gun.

"Yes, it is. Many other things were not."

He takes it and wipes the fingerprints off it.

"Please don't die."