DANGEROUS

Chapter 19

Genevieve

There are times that I do stupid things for no reason at all - there was this one time that I had dumped Gunter on a box of melted ice cream, I did it because I thought it was fun; turns out, he was allergic to Strawberry. Two days, he stayed at the hospital, I still remembered the way his grandmother stared daggers at me.

You see...these so-called little mistakes can lead to bigger problems. I tended Gunter for the whole month without stepping out of the doors. I paid for the consequences, but look at us now; we're still close as ever.

But what I'm afraid of is how I screwed up big time, only now I realize that.

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"Are you really...one of the mafias." Even though I knew that, I needed a reason to stay away. I need to prove myself that what I am feeling is wrong.

This is it.

"Eliza..."

I pulled away from him, "No, you stay away. You...you kill people."

"Eliza, I had no choice-"

"No choice? Are you kidding me? You had plenty of choices! And that is to leave!"

"Elizabeth. We all know that the only way to leave a mafia is to be killed." He sternly said.

I shook my head, forcing tears out. "No. You're a monster." I whispered.

He's a monster. And so was I.

His eyes suddenly flashed with emotions; hurt, then anger, "I am not a monster!" He said through his teeth. I chuckled darkly, "Admit it..."

"...You are a monster."

Out of all the most stupidest idea, I had to be the one to do it.

After all the fiasco that involved the Mafia, Justin brought me back home to New York. The whole trip was silent as hell, during that time I planned the most stupid plan - I actually thought it through, but I never truly had a reason why.

When I had arrived in New York. I made sure to call Fred, who seemed fine as ever. It was good to hear nothing bad happened to him again, I hope he'll be safe enough so Justin can't hurt him.

Justin.

He went back to work after our last conversation. He didn't seem happy, because he left me all too suddenly when I said those words to him.

How I could I say those things anyways? Oh yea, I'm an idiot! That's why!

How could I say he was a monster? I was one too, why the hell was I fucking stupid?

Livy and I talked after my meeting with Justin, she told me about the event held in the Museum - my absence wasn't excused, Jenny was going to kill me. This was at least a distraction from him though.

I couldn't face him, because I was ashamed. I didn't want to face him, because I hurt him. Damn, I care too much - I wish there was an off switch for emotions, which would be the greatest gift of all.

Like I promised, I went to the Festive streets of New York, taking Livy and Gunter with me - it was already December, and Christmas was near.

I wasn't much of a merry one, but I do love exchanging gifts with my colleagues - it's the only fun I ever had.

We passed by restaurants on the way to the bridge; it was a busy night, a cold one at that. Livy bragged on about my little vacation with Justin - god knows how she found that out, must've been because I talk in my sleep.

That night was supposed to be fun; I had my friends with me, and it distracted me from my problems. After being kidnapped and tortured by Justin, then escaping, then kidnapped again, and saved, I was screwed up and down in every edge of my brain. After that, I called Justin a monster, how ironic is that?

A monster calling someone else the same thing; it's almost as if this monster was blaming someone else for the wrong doing it had in his life. Was that what I did? Did I blame Justin? But how could I?

Justin was never in my life in hell, someone else was - and this person is my worst enemy yet.

I was young and naïve back then, I was also headstrong and stubborn - I take things seriously, it's one of the reasons why I was Don, and my brother wasn't.

Speaking of my brother, here I was, standing at a vendor. My brother Weston stood in front of me preparing my ice cream. Livy and Gunter were next to me; they didn't notice my fuming face.

Wes smirked at e and handed Livy's ice cream, "Here you go beautiful."

Livy blushed, and I scoffed silently. Gunter laughed behind me, noticing my disgusted face. "Oh, is something wrong, miss?" Wes innocently asked after handing Gunter's ice cream.

"Yeah, what the in hells are you doing here, brat [brother]?" I speak in a hidden Russian language.

"Good to see you too sis."

In that moment, Livy spat on her cold dessert, "Sis? What? Wha...How?" She stammered, staring frantically at Wes and me.

Both of us were in a stare down. Then my stupid brother smirked, "You actually want to know how, krasivaya [beautiful]?"

Livy flushed, but Gunter cut in before she bursts. "Hey Eli's brother, I'm Gunter." They shook hands.

"And I'm asking you Wes, what are you doing here?" I snapped in between them.

"Aw sis, don't get your panties in a twist," he raised a cone and scooped a chocolate fudge on it, "I'm only here for an undercover mission?"

"What?"

"Yeah, Eli," he mocked, "anyways, how are you doing? Been a long time, huh?"

I hummed, "I'm not really happy that you're here Wes, you aren't suppose to know."

He chuckled, "You escaped sis, you didn't die. We all know that."

I grit my teeth.

"What else is the reason why you're here besides making fun of me?"

"Easy," he flipped the cone expertly and then putting it on a stick before handing it to me, "you're boyfriend is on a date with someone right now."

"Boyfriend? What?" I said in annoyance. What the fuck is he talking about?

He gestured on the ice cream attached on the stick, I harshly took it from him and only grunted. But he was still raising the stick; he was pointing at something.

When I turned around, my eyes fell on Justin. His arms wrapped around a brunette's waist - they were kissing.

"Oh," Livy said beside me.