"My Fiancé is A Mafia Boss" (Boyxboy)

Chapter ‡ 11

"Idiot!"

That word made Ren snapped out as his body fall off from the window. Just then, in a quick move, footsteps came thumping in the hard floor as shouts echoed into his ears. In matter of seconds a shout, a rustling branch and a loud blag can be heard from the quiet surroundings of the residence.

"Young Master!"

"Boss! Boss!"

"Call the ambulance now!"

Those last couple of words made Ren snapped his eyes open and there he saw himself lying on Kris' lap uninjured while Kris held his broken right arm with his free arm.

'No! I was supposed to die! How come I'm still alive?!'

Ren's features became rigid as his fist clench tightly in anger. Then suddenly memories of blood and death came rushing to his head making his conscience drown in agony and pain. He couldn't hold it down that he cursed to the sky while crying his heart out.

"He's having a panic attack."

Someone murmured. Then the sound of the ambulance resonated while Ren kept on wailing on the ground like a baby while clutching his head, even making red marks over his neck and head from his vice grip.

"Ren baby, its okay. You have to rest for now."

Someone whispered but it didn't stop Ren from hurting himself. He felt something prick in his neck and slowly he felt his world rotates and his body begun limping then later on, he lost his consciousness.

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After having his arm treated, Kris immediately went inside Ren's hospital room and there he found him lying on the bed soundly sleeping. The doctor who was Ren's uncle stood at the foot of the bed while looking at his clipboard.

When the doctor saw Kris, he manuevered him on the empty stool beside Ren's bed and he silently sat down. The doctor still had his gazed on his clipboard and then the door suddenly opened making Kris looked behind him. It was Ren's father who entered and signaled his right hand man to remain outside before closing the door. He sat beside his brother while looking at his son.

"How's my son?"

"To be honest, he's broken beyond repair. The surrounding he's in is very difficult for him to handle brother. If he ever wake up, I suggest we should take him into a phsychiatrist and a further rehabilitation for him to recover his mental state or else he might end up being completely crazy."

"Oh god." Breath Ren's father.

"He also sprained his left foot from the jump." The doctor looked at Kris. "Its not easy to jump at the third floor of the mansion is it Mr. Callisto?"

Kris didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the boy who lay on the bed motionless. His look was serene but blank. His free arm held his injured one while sitting quietly on the stool.

"Thats all for today brother. I'll check on Ren every day and I'll keep you on tabs so you must put your worries aside for now. I know Ren is a fighter."

After the doctor had left the room, the atmosphere became thick making it hard to breath. Ren's father couldn't even move or utter any sound but he knows that, that menacing aura came from the young mafia lord sitting beside his son's bed. It was dangerous that no matter how many times you had encounter death, you'll feel your spine and hair stood up from the immense death that was crawling up to you. Clinging to you in skinny hands and hollow eyes asking for help and justice.

But that aura suddenly dispersed when the boy lying on the bed stir and grunted a few mumbled words making Kris shot up from his seat to check on the boy.

Ren was crying as he plead for forgiveness in his sleep. It was a heartbreaking scene displayed in front of Kris that made his heart stir in anger and worry.

A moment later, Ren stayed still in his bed but Kris held his ground looking at the boy on the bed lying immobiled.

"I know you're awake Ren."

Kris voice was blank. At that time, Ren's father had decided to leave the two alone inside the room. Slowly, Ren opened his eyes, staring at the empty white space of the ceiling above. Then suddenly, tears started to stream out from his eyes.

"You should've let me die." He sobbed. "You should have..."

"Shut up!" Kris yelled. "D'you think death will solve anything?! Your wrong! I had thought of you as a strong willed person Reniore, but you had failed me."

"I had too much things on my plate already and you're just adding more into it." Kris added.

Ren sat up from the bed and looked at Kris from the side of his bed, tears still streaming down from his eyes.

"That is why you should had let me die then I won't be troubling you anymore. Isn't that great? If I die, I can free myself from all the guilt that had bind me. I will be free." Ren laughed but still his tears were still cascading down from his eyes.

"Hahaha..."

SLAP!

A loud slap resonated inside the room. Eyes wide in shock, Ren felt the burning pain in his cheek and he slowly brought his face to looked at the very man who had slapped him.

"You don't know how much pain in the ass and how much trouble that I went just to avenge your sisters death just for you even though I had already too much work to do. I had my men hunt down the rival group of your family for months now and luckily, they were able to diminish their number. I had lose some of my men and I carry all the burdens of them. The thousand men that died under me equals to the thousand burdens that I have to shoulder alone. Do you know how hard is that?"

Ren didn't dare utter a single word as he looked at Kris in front of him staring coldly at him while talking.

"And you! you were just a brat who hides behind his fortress. Afraid to go outside and see for yourself. In this world Ren, to kill and to be killed, you have to realize that this world is unfair. You must not let your self be consumed by fear or else you end up not accomplishing anything. You have to come up as a victor in every battle."

"I was once like you when my dad started to train me as the next heir. I was on my wits end but when I realize that this world is just plainly not fair, so I took the challenge. I have killed my uncle with my very own hands and thousands of men who despised me, and until now, their souls are still knocking on my door for them to drag me to hell. Does this thing bother me? Yes! Every single day Ren and here you are adding more knife to my body. And you'll end up just like this. I'm dissappointed!"

"I don't need a lover who is weak!"

With that, Kris walked out of the room with a loud shut of the door. Ren dumbfoundedly looked at his hands in shame and realization.