The gangster's little unknown assassin - Part 2 ✔

Epilogue

VIN'S POV

It's the 31st of December, and the family is all together to celebrate the new year, but the four of them aren't at the table.

Shauwn refused to come back after his two best friends' death. He followed in my father's footsteps and left for America to join the army.

Percy gained a room in three different houses: mine, Shauwn's (uncle John's house), and Meredith's.

My aunt Jully has been run ragged from grief and overwork. Cassie and Jazim were like her own kids. Cassie more than Jazim because- girls will be girls and they got along well. She had to organize their funerals and take care of Percy, all the while having to bear with watching her son pack his bags and leave. Cassie and Jazim's parents got into a massive discussion after the couple died and ended up killing each other. Since no one would take care of them, my aunt once more stepped in. Now, she's half the size she was, she's tired, she's on leave from the hospital but seriously pondering leaving it to raise Percy.

Sage and Diesel aren't here because they left to follow another tip, which I'm sure is going to be another failure.

I used to think Igor was stupid, but the motherfucker has proved to be smarter than we ever gave him credit for.

My father left the table upon seeing Sage and Diesel weren't coming back on time to join us. He has fully taken over all of the Hell Sinner's businesses, including the legal aspects of the Sinner family's proprieties. My grandfather retired after the last incident, and my father has been overworked ever since. I know he's at one of the offices doing paperwork until Sage calls him with news of either joy or failure.

*Tling* *Ting* *Ting*

"We have an announcement to make." Uncle Alan called for our attention, provoking the whole table to go still and stare at him and a nervous aunt Stella.

"I know the timing isn't the best... but I'm pregnant." Aunt finally says after much hesitation.

Congratulations go on over the table, but all that passes through my head is...

"Thank god Sage isn't here," Abuela spoke from the other side of the table as if reading my mind.

Before anyone could comment on that, uncle John signaled us to be quiet, and uncle Jack turned up the TV sound.

'Live, CNN Italy, a car was bombed in the middle of a highway. There were two deaths and a few injured. The deceased have been identified as the siblings Davina and Diesel Sinner.-' I think I'm having hallucinations.

'-The police think the luso-Italians were victims of Davina's captor. -' What..?

'-As we uncovered a couple of months ago, Davina Sinner survived human trafficking and escaped her captor after more than a year in his possession. The story was released by The Sinner family PR team after the relentless probing of the press, and paparazzi sent the young lady to the hospital on several different occasions.'

"WHY!?" The scream echoed through the house. I couldn't hear anything else after that.

I fell on my knees, grasping at my hair; silent tears rolled down the sides of my face. - I don't even know when I left my chair and walked up to the TV. - The walls seemed to be closing in on me from all sides. Air was tight and scarce. A harsh pressure in my heart almost made me think I would die right there and then with a heart attack.

We lost Blaze two months ago, and now my siblings are dead. "Why them? Why not me!?" Glass shattered somewhere... far away... Why them? Why not me? Cardiac arrest would be better than this! My heart didn't stop clenching as if it couldn't grasp the news and froze like that. The pain was overwhelming.

Thin arms wrapped around me, her soft fragrance greeted my nose, and I buried my head in the croak of her neck, crying.

Why now? Why them?

Her long hair hides my face from view, and her warm arms feel like home. But coming home in the most terrible of times is not always the most comforting feeling that exists. At least my heart felt better with her by my side. The pain didn't fade, but it was duller.

Why did they have to go? Why did it have to be them!?

So many voices cried around me... She, too, was crying with me.

Sin was at the office of one of the many companies they owned in Sicily. He had developed a habit of working with the TV on for background noise when he heard his children's names being mentioned.

He read the subtitles, and his world stopped. The pen fell from his grasp, his head felt dizzy, and he slumped back on his chair in shock. All at the same time, his phone rang. He rejected the unknown call and tried to reach Sage or Diesel. He tried numerous times... Their phones didn't work. The calls went straight to voice mail, but he couldn't give up.

Giving up meant accepting they were gone; he couldn't do that.

Vin was still on the ground when his phone started ringing. Hazel was still hugging him, and he clung tightly to her upon seeing the unknown number flash on his screen.

Could this be them? Is it possible they survived? He clung onto hope as tightly as he held onto Hazel. He accepted the call and prepared to speak when a chaotic voice reached him.

"I didn't kill her! I swear that I didn't kill her! I love her! I would never kill her. You have to believe me!" He yelled over the phone to a stone-cold Vin. Even Hazel was taken aback by how fast and demandingly loud he spoke.

Who knew this freak had the balls to call me directly? Vin sneered and stared at his phone blankly for a second.

I just lost my siblings. My twin, and my little sister, and this pedophile thinks I have to put up with him?

"I don't have to believe shit." Vin gritted out slowly to get it through Igor's little brain and ended the call.

~ Days later... ~

Life moved on. The Sinners didn't, but life did. The holidays ended, the kids had to return to school, and a new normal was forced to be created.

Sin fell into depression and locked himself in his room with Dalila's diaries. Nothing could shake him back to reality, and Vin was forced to take the reigns of everything.

The whole family seemed ten to thirty years older. Lorenzo refused to take charge of anything and spent his days in bed with Leanne by his side, gazing soullessly at their ceiling.

House constructions going forward all around their warehouses, the poorest parts of their turf and close to school, worried Vin. Swards of blonds moved into them, and the 'church cult' they built near the warehouse and a second one near the school had Vin alert, but he didn't have many people left for him to turn to, and alone, he couldn't do everything.

Sin immersed himself in Dalila's diaries.

'If I die and she sends me back, don't allow her near my grave alone!!!' - The paper fell from between the diary pages.

She was dead. Their son and daughter were now with her and their baby brother.

Sin gazed soullessly at the diaries, leafing through them one by one without reading anything, just running his fingers through the pages until he reached the end of the diary. This was the third paper that fell from a diary, but somehow, he had never seen them before.

"Os portugueses foram sempre maus a documentar as coisas, preguiçosos. Não davam importância aos registos mas quando mais tarde see quiz estudar a história do país não havia grande coisa para nos basearmos. Eu não quero ser assim. Sou tuga mas tenho 1 veia à Camões. Se alguma vez me acontecer alguma coisa eu vou garantir que escrevo tudo o que puder até á última gota do meu sangue estagnar." - E assim foi. Pois eu tomei estas tuas palavras como motivação e acabei a tua história, mãe. Dentro de pouco tempo estarei contigo de novo, espero que estejas orgulhosa, mãe. ~ Davina; a.k.a. Sage Vina Desteny Sinner, but forever your Davina.