His Favorite Scar

Chapter 23: Glorified curse

Scarlett's POV

"It's Ryan"

"He's--he's shot"

The two dreadful words still rang in my ears as if I was hearing them over and over again...the mere two words were driving me crazy.

I could still hear my sister's trembling and broken voice as she somehow managed to speak...as she broke the heart wrenching news to us...her voice keeps ringing in my head and honestly this has to be the first time that I've begun to hate my own sister's voice because it just won't stop ringing in my head.

"He's--he's shot"

Please, please for God's sake, please stop it, I shut my eyes close and pleaded my own conscious to stop torturing me with that voice...that kept reminding that I no longer had a brother.

Things escalated way too quickly after hearing those two mere words...words that have changed our lives forever, especially Vienna's. Christ! I feel so bad for her, not even months into their marriage...not even months being a married woman and now she's...

She's a widow.

She lost the love of her life, her husband. My mother lost her only son and I--I lost my only brother.

Ryan--

Ryan is no more.

He got shot this morning, three bullets were fired at him, two on his chest and...and one pierced right through his heart...

We lost him.

I shut my eyes close once again at the excruciatingly painful thought and tears ran down my eyes for the nth time today.

My eyes were red and puffy as I couldn't help but just cry and cry at the thought that I would never get to see my brother again...the brother that I've spent my childhood with...the brother who loved us all to no ends...the brother who would go to any extent just to keep us safe.

The selfless brother who stepped into our father's position as the new Mafia leader just to save Samantha's relationship with Landon, although he never wanted to be one, he fought against our father for it...but when it came to his sister's life, he didn't think twice before sacrificing all his happiness...his own life and stepping into our father's position.

He also had to leave Vienna, the only woman that he's ever loved, behind...because he knew that this life was nothing but a glorified curse.

And today that one decision that he made after our father's sudden death, just to save his sister, just to save his family, is what ended his life...just like our father's.

Our great family legacy...the legacy that our forefathers have built...that has been passed down through generations...is what killed him...this Mafia is what killed him...this is the reason that our Ryan is no more today...this Mafia...this bloody Mafia...this fucking curse swallowed him as well.

I couldn't help but just let my heart wheep at the feeling of deja vu I was getting...I feel like all of this has happened before too...when my father died...it's the same kinda feeling...the same kinda pain in my chest...and the way that Ryan died is also the same as our father.

Our enemies finally managed to get him too.

Today as well I stand far away from everybody else with my hands folded over my chest and tears running down my eyes, as my family performed the last few rights before placing my brother's coffin into the space dug in the ground for him, just like I did at my father's funeral.

I just can't stand funerals, especially of the people I love...which I guess nobody can but it seems like that's all I've been doing lately.

I wiped off my tears as I felt a hand gently being placed on my shoulder from behind and without even turning around I could just tell who it was...the one who has always been with me whenever I needed a shoulder to cry on.