DANGEROUS

Chapter 23

Genevieve

"Why would she do that?" I asked with wide eyes.

Wes looked down at his own glass of wine, frowning. "After you left, it just made her crack. I didn't know what happened. Mom lost Jenny, and then she lost you too. And now..."

I gritted my teeth, "I get it Weston, it's my fault mom went on suicide. But you didn't have to make me feel guilty about it. It was my decision, and she had her own. Yes, I thought of the consequences," I paused, "but then karma's a bitch right? My life was hell back then. What girl didn't want to be normal?" I took a sip of my wine.

Weston sighed, "That's not what I was saying, sis, and you know it. I'm just...I feel guilty. I shouldn't have done that to you Gene. It was my fault." I shook my head, "No Weston, it was our fault. We weren't good older siblings to Jenny. We could've tried our best, Wes. Don't just blame yourself." I snapped.

He smiled a little, "You truly haven't changed at all." I shrugged. I put the glass down at the coffee table and narrowed my eyes at him, "What have you heard about me?"

He smirked.

"All I can say is just...how can you put a man on a thin line?" He laughed. I rolled my eyes at that and crossed my legs, "Whatever Wes. He was that careful, but I just...he's a complete asshole." He snorted, "Tell me about it. But to be honest, I haven't seen the Don so desperate all my life. He was the type of guy who's ruthless and uncaring. This is just the first."

I raised an eyebrow, "How about that...Christine girl?"

A flash of recognition went through his eyes, "Ah yes, Christine. That's sick leech." He spat, chugging on his wine.

"What about her? What do you know?"

He rolled his eyes, "Let's just say she has been keeping herself under your tail ever since you were a Don. But since you're more capable of doing something more than what she could do, you just didn't acknowledge her pathetic aura," he put the glass down, "she always wanted to be the superior one. That's what makes her brave, as they say," he rolled his eyes again, "she tried taking your place, but you took it away as soon as you flicked her off in one second."

I blinked, "I've meet her?"

He chuckled, "Yes, you've meet her before. But that was a long time ago. Last I heard of her is that she had gone crazy." I didn't know why, but I could feel a lie through his words. I squinted my eyes at him, which made him nervously look away. "Wes?" I warned.

He raised his arms, "I am not saying anything, okay? It's not my place."

I sighed, "Fine, fair enough. I just want you to be honest, what was she to the Don?" I asked, leaning my back to relax. He didn't reply; he just stared longingly at the table, his hands clasped and his face distant.

"Wes." I called out, making him snap. "Oh uh...I can't really...say anything about that. It's personal for the Don." I nodded in understanding. Might as well ask Justin myself.

How horrifying is that for me?

"So," I grabbed my glass, "what happened to Hans?" He scoffed, "That idiot? He's in his place for now. He should know not to kidnap the Don's all time favorite." He snickered.

I smacked his arm and took a sip of my wine.

* * * * *

I went home at that night, making sure to keep myself hidden. Livy, of course, called and scowled me of why I didn't come back. I just said I was tired and needed a rest.

I have a lot in my mind right now.

I threw my bag on my desk and crashed on my bed, not bothering to change my clothes.

It felt like years not coming back to my house, I spent my whole week at Liv and Gunter's.

I sighed at myself.

Suddenly, I replayed everything that had happened a while earlier.

I smacked his arm and took a sip of my wine.

"He'll eventually go away though." I said, making him stop what he was doing and stared at me. "What?" I shrugged, "He's with someone else at the moment, so I guess he already gave up."

He shook his head, chuckling, "No Gene, he didn't give up; he went crazy when Hans took you again - he was worried. He made everyone track you down. I probably didn't tell you this but...the Don personally chopped his body parts off, putting it in a box and taking it to the Chinese mafia." I blinked in shock. What?

He nodded as if he had heard what I said in my head, "You should've seen his face when you him with that girl though. I think it's his way of saying he still love you."

I rolled my eyes, "Love," I scoffed, "pathetic."

"Hey, even though we sometimes hate his guts, he was still our Don, and he did everything for us. We pitied him," he paused, "but I know you Gene, you do everything for a reason. I don't know what you're thinking right now, but I know you already know how to use things for the future. You're the type of woman who always prepares for everything.

"You never back down, and that's what I love about you. You may think that you weren't a good sister to Jenny, but you tried," I sniffled, not containing my tears, "and Jenny will never forget the kind of sister that always tucks her into bed and tell her bedtime stories; you were a good sister, you still are actually. Don't doubt yourself, because you may not notice but it'll hurt so many people," he paused, "it'll hurt you." I smiled softly, opening my arms to embrace him.

"Thank you." I whispered.

Weston may not have been the type of brother I had gotten when I was a Don back then, but who can deny that type of feeling for your siblings? Everyone can't deny that.

But one word stuck in my head though, 'love'. Am I beginning to finally like someone?

I slept with that memory stuck in my head.

Justin was far from being over from my life. He was, and will always be, a magnet to me. It was pretty risky - but I do take risks...so...

But, I still can't get over that stupid word.

Sighing, I prepared for the night and dived into my sheets.

The next day, work didn't occurred in my head. But when Livy told me to be excused, I thanked her. I had the most emotional night, so I can't really recover right away.

At least not yet; with him still in my messed up mind, I just knew I'd be screwed.