Surviving The Mafia

Part 37

Part 37

"Hey Kelsey, can we talk?" I was surprised to see Adone standing by the door of my room. Immediately my mind went into overdrive as I wondered why in the fat bunnies was he here.

"Uh sure, I guess." I had no idea what else to say. I knew if I said no, then he would be angry, and after what Severon did to me last night, I had no energy to deal with people's ire. It had been three days since Severon fucked me the second time and beat his brother to a pulp, and since then, he had been fucking me every chance he got. And I enjoyed it; I enjoyed holding him close and feeling him inside me. I still hadn't forgiven him for the pain he put me through, and I would make sure to tell him that.

Adone strode in, his footsteps causing my heart to jump rope. He was so nice to me when we first met, but then he started being a bear ass for no reason. Maybe now that he was here, I could ask him.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked him, not caring if I was being rude.

In response, Adone dug his hand inside the pocket of his jeans and withdrew a wallet. He opened the wallet and pulled out a small square photograph of a young girl who looked no older than six. She had the same eyes as Adone, telling me that she was his little sister.

"Who is she?" Even though I knew who she was I still wanted to confirm.

"My little sister, Brooke," he answered.

"She is so cute. Is this picture recent?" I enquired, smiling at the picture of the little girl who was grinning.

"This photograph is ten years old. Brooke was murdered when she was six; she was my only family." He told me, taking me by surprise once again. Holy tears of the Willow tree, he lost his baby sister. Who would be cruel enough to kill a child?

"I'm sorry. Do you know who killed her?" It suddenly became uncomfortable for me to be around Adone. I didn't know what to say or how to react, so I just asked the first thing that came to mind.

"Yes, I know who killed her. And I destroyed him, and every last one of his men," he replied. Adone looked so sad, and I was willing to sell every last one of my teddy bears if only I could get his baby sister back to him.

"I wish I could give you back your sister." I told him, sincerely.

Adone smiled at me, his eyes glittering with unshed tears. "It's her birthday today. She would've been sixteen today," he said.

My heart wept at hearing this. How could they do this? How could humanity be so cruel as to rob the children of their whole life? Where was the mercy, where was the compassion?

"Would you like to talk about her? I can listen to you if you want," I offered.

Adone grabbed my hand and gave it a warm squeeze. "She was like you. Brooke, I mean. She was exactly like you."

"That's not possible. I'm crazy, and I'm way too old, Brooke was a kid," I argued.

"No, you are not crazy. You are the most amazing girl I've ever met. And Brooke was obsessed with teddy bears as well. Whenever I asked her about what she wanted, she always wish for a teddy bear. Her bear collection was as big as yours. She was always happy, no matter what happened, she always smiled; but she was at that age where you didn't understand the mysteries and complications of life.

"Whenever she smiled, I forgot all my worries temporarily. I would tickle her for hours just because I wanted to hear her laugh. And in return she would make me sit with her teddy bears and we would have tea parties. She was my happiness."

"So...why do you hate me if I reminded you of her? Shouldn't you love me and treat me like you treated her?" I queried.

"I don't hate you, Kelsey. It's just...whenever I saw you smiling and talking about your bears, it reminded me of Brooke. And it hurt. It hurt to remember her; the memories it evoked. It's been ten years and I thought I had overcome the agony of losing my little sister, but then you entered my life with your colors and your bears, and it fuckin' hurt.