The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 40 - Message received

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Roman's POV

A gust of cold wind blew and chilled my face. Coldness blanketed my skin as I placed the tip of the bottle to my lips and gulped a full mouth of the liquor. My fingers wrapped tighter around the glass as the taste left a burn when it passed my throat. I took another gulp before I leaned my back against the car and tilted my head back, breathing deeply as I eyed the sky.

It was a clear, moonless night. It looked peaceful and at ease. It was silent. No voices and no one around except for the demons in my head whispering things I am not so sure I am capable of, drowning me in the chaos of their thoughts.

I welcomed the darkness as my eyelids dropped down, air pushed in and out of my lungs, jagged and coarse. A growl rumbled at the base of my throat. I hated every fucking second of this day. My jaw clenched and my eyes glided open before I angrily threw the bottle away. It fell at a distance, glass shattered as it hit the ground. The crashing sound crawled into the inside of my head yet not once silenced the other thoughts I couldn't escape.

I raked my fingers through my hair, my head dropped down as my hands traveled to the base of my neck. They shook with that old urge, that gnawing impulse that clipped through my nerves, the desire to slip into oblivion, the need to spill blood and kill.

I tried to breathe as my hands dropped down and my eyes met the sky again. I nodded my head and made a promise I am not going to ever break. I will make sure to continue what we started. I whispered. I won't stop, I won't rest till they all pay for everything they've done to us over the years.

It's about time those fucking Italians taste their own medicine.

It's time to put them all down.

My sixth sense kicked in when I heard light footsteps coming from somewhere behind me. My hand slowly and carefully slipped into the back of my pants. Taking a deep breath, I pulled it out and turned myself around aiming it at the intruder.

Green eyes flicked from my face to the gun in my hand. A small smile touched her lips as she edged forward, not once threatened by the gun in my hand. Hot pure anger brimmed my chest as I marched forward and harshly grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back before I pulled her closer, her back pressed against my front, my hand left her arm and my fingers wrapped around her neck forcing her head backward as I placed the barrel of the gun to her temple.

"I think I said don't let me see your face again unless you got a death wish!" I grated out through clenched teeth.

She tilted her head back and looked up at me, a soft sigh left her lips, "When we used to be in such a position, we used to be doing more fun activities, you know when we were-"

"Emma!" I snapped shutting her words.

Her eyes stayed on mine, "Yeah yeah I know you said that-"

"Then what the fuck are you doing here?"

Her eyes broke the gaze and they seem to drift away, "I don't know." She simply said before she settled them back at me, "It's just.." Her eyebrows pulled together, "It's like I have nowhere else to go."

I removed the gun, I let go of her neck and pushed her away, "Is this another one of your games?"

She tucked her hair behind her ear and shook her head, "No, it's just when you let me go the other day, I didn't know where to go to-" She placed her hands in her jacket's pockets and her gaze drifted to her feet. My hand tightened on the gun... I only wish I can kill her now. She drew in a deep breath and she looked up at me. She tilted her head, confusion emanated off her expression as she said, "Usually I go back to Nikolas, wherever I go, I always end up with him, but I don't want that anymore, so I am kind of...lost." She chuckled and shook her head, "Pretty pathetic ha?"