Faith [Donati Clan #1] [Complete]

Chapter 7

DAHLIA

Bright.

Blinking my eyes rapidly as the only thing that I saw was a sparkling light. Closing them one final time, a massive headache started to take over. My hands instantly made the ways to my head trying to relieve some pain.

I was interrupted when a raspy voice spoke up, "Take the pills."

Opening my eyes in a heartbeat, I sat straighter and looked directly at the voice's direction in the corner of the room. The enchanting light was coming from the moon outside, while on the room itself, the darkness surrounding. The silhouette was tall and embedded with the darkness.

Taking that opportunity to quickly look at my surroundings. But it was overshadowed by the fresh memories. A slight tremor started to circulate around my body as I thought about it.

Fear of the unknown seemed greater.

He repeated, "Take the pills that are on the nightstand."

Turning my head, I locked my eyes with it and the question slipped from my mouth, "What are those?"

The shadow uttered, "In case of a headache, take it."

My hand instantly was brought to my stomach as the pain began to erupt, as well as, my bones aching from the pain I felt before. The torment from my head was greater, and without many options, I followed his instructions to relieve from the momentarily suffering.

After I took it, a harsh light surrounded me, and this illuminating light made me close my eyes immediately. After being accustomed to the artificial light, I saw an individual with pitch-black hair, and his all suit attire was smart and expensive with equally expensive shoes.

He was muscular and looked strong like he would crush me in a heartbeat. Although, the scary part was his midnight eyes that looked angry and aggressive. To any other woman, he was dashing and handsome, but I only saw an image of Death.

He was my end-game.

Our eyes were interlocked tight as we stared at each other. I could feel the tremor pass through my body, while he stood there with his hands in his pockets. His alluring eyes were dark and his lips in thin light, like he was contemplating. However, the rest of his face was unresponsive and cold.

After few heartbeats, he broke our contact and sat on the nearby pristine sofa, while I followed his movements with my docile eyes.

The man that presented himself as the Reaper spoke, "Dahlia Reid, 21 years old, an orphan. Currently, living in apartment 17 in the Brooklyn building. Working in the Brew diner mostly as a server but occasionally baking or cooking."

I asked, utterly scared, "How do y---"

However, the man interrupted, "Yesterday, a murder of a low-life took place behind Brew diner and there was a witness."

I was frozen.

He continued, "The witness as you and don't try lie, Dahlia because I hate liars. Do you know what I do with liars?"

I whispered without thinking twice, "No..."

He stated, "I end their lives."

A sharp intake of breath was taken by his statement.

A different kind of fear began to surround me.

After few heartbeats, he spoke with a smirk, "You must have heard that a Mafia gang runs Brooklyn. That gang belongs to Donati Clan. I am the Boss of the Donati Clan and I take all the decisions, just like yesterday, when I sent my men to kill him."

Death.

I didn't say anything.

However, in the back of my mind, I could remember the chatter from guests at the diner talking about the Donati family. I never minded them because I always had a problem going on. I wish I had listened to them earlier then I wouldn't be here.

My eyes returned to his figure as the silence filled around the room. My breathing getting quicker by the second making me almost choke.

Even if I was petrified, I dared, "Are you going to kill me?"

His cruel smirk returned, "Well, it wouldn't be hard. If I killed you, who would miss you?"

His words struck me more than any pain I felt before, even more than when I knew about my illness. More powerful that could destroy every fiber inside of me. The unshed tears threatened to spill as my eyes moved away from his.

He continued bringing back to Present, "But that wouldn't benefit me. I won't kill you, Dahlia, at least not yet. I might have other plans for you, Dahlia."

Returning my gaze, his eyes were void and his voice serious.

I wasn't sure if he was telling me or trying to explain to himself. 

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Author's note:

Matteo:

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