The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 32 - I Play fair

[The quality of this chapter is not that good, and I didn't proof read it,

but it's long,

So enjoy !]

Cara's POV

Silence swallowed the room after he uttered those few words, a deafening stillness the screamed of all my confusion.

Uncle?

That's not the answer I was expecting. Not at all.

My eyebrows pulled together, "Your uncle?" I asked, still trying to get a grip on it, "Why would your uncle hurt you?"

Something flashed in his eyes darkening them again, the weak expression fell off and the unconquerable mask came back on. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he said, "I was a threat to him."

I understand nothing.

"A threat?" I asked.

He nodded in return but kept silent after.

I want more answers, I need more but I don't know how to get them without him noticing my plan.

So instead, I tightened my hold on his hand, showing him that I am here, that I care.

I tilted my head, "I don't understand." I said softly flashing him an innocent confused look.

He kept holding my hand, his thumb gently stroking my skin, he seemed to be letting it all go as he started to explain, "I was the one standing between him and power." He said, "At that time, I was meant to be the boss, the actual boss of the whole mafia when I grow up."

My eyes widened a bit, "You?"

The boss is the one who lays down all the rules, he is the most powerful piece in this messed up game, and Nikolas was gonna be him? Well, good thing he didn't, god only knows what would've happened then.

He nodded, "The boss was always elected from our family- my mother's family to be precise- to rule all the other families in the mafia.

My name was the first on the list, and after me came-"

"Your uncle's name," I said the words on his behalf, finally making more sense of it.

But I thought more about it and there was something that didn't yet feel right. My eyebrows knitted as I confusingly asked, "But weren't you like - young back then, like you were still at school, wasn't your uncle a better option?"

"It was for later." He explained, "There was a boss back then, he just wanted to make sure that there is someone out there who will take after him when he retires, and for him, I was the best candidate."

"But why you were the best candidate?" I asked still in the process of letting it all in. Like based on what they select the boss?

Gosh, this mafia world is so weird, and so messed up.

"Well-" He gave me a light shrug," Because I was his grandson."

My eyes widened at the revelation, "Wow, your grandfather was the boss?"

He nodded, "My mother's father." He said. "He hated my dad, so that was off limits, but I was his kind of favorite, and he wanted me to be the one taking after him.

My uncle didn't like that because from the beginning he was working hard just to reach that position and then I came and within a blink of an eye, took everything he ever dreamt of."

"So what did he do?" I asked.

He didn't answer me right away, his eyes left mine and drifted away, his fingers slowly untangled themselves from my hold and I felt him taking a step backward. He looked lost in his memories as his eyes met mine again, "He couldn't kill me-" He started, "So instead, he wanted to make sure I can never be a boss."