The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 41 - Self-Destruction Plan

Smaller chapter..but earlier update lol xD

Cara's POV

I may have gone mad..crazy and insane.

Maybe I am being unreasonable, or maybe I have just lost my mind.

Because instead of pushing that button, here I am, talking with that exact man who ruined my life, the same one who broke me over and over again.

Here I am, asking for his help.

Some may not agree, but there are few things out there that hurt so much more than just a broken heart.

Something physical.

Intense.

Real.

An affliction with no antidote.

Because no pain can come equally to what I felt at that moment, how it was all ripped away from me when I saw life ever so slowly leave his eye; nothing can take away the vision of him as he slipped away from me.

It doesn't matter which way you slice it, look at it or analyze it. It'll always come up with the same sum... same fact, that he is dead.

And the man who killed him is still out there. Still breathing, alive and planning more ruin.

Alex's father must be punished.

And I know Nikolas is the one to do it. He is the one ready to unleash the monster, to ruin, to kill and spill blood.

Even though he deserves the same amount of punishment; I don't care for now. I just want my father's killer dead.

Green eyes stayed focused on me; as if trying to read something. He leaned forward in his seat, not once breaking eye contact, he brought his hand up and slowly traced his lower lip with his thumb. Eyebrows pulled together before his lips moved, asking what I didn't want to answer, "Does Alex know you're doing all this?" His eyes traveled around the room as he said the last part.

My eyebrow raised, confused I said; "What does that have to do with what I asked?"

He shrugged casually, "Nothing. It's just, you know, lying and hiding things is not really healthy in a relationship."

My jaw tightened, "Since when you became a relationship consultant?"

The jerk chuckled. He pinched the tip of his nose, "No, it's just I care about your relationship with my brother." He said, "I wouldn't want you guys to fight because of me." The amount of sarcasm in his tone almost made me jump from my seat and punch that arrogant face of his.

I curled my hand into a fist trying to keep my anger at bay, "Can you just not be YOU for a minute and concentrate on what I asked for?"

The playfulness left his eyes and something else took over, something dark. The muscle of his jaw ticked and his throat worked. His hand went to his neck and scratched the scar engraved over his skin. He shook his head and ever so calmly said, "No."

"What?" I asked, taken aback by his answer.

Air pushed in and out of his chest and he shook his head again, "I said no. I won't do it."

My eyebrows knitted, "Why not?"

He shrugged and at the moment I couldn't read the look in his eyes. He tilted his head, "Why you are asking me to do it? Why you didn't ask your lover boy?"

Unease slowly snaked its way through my senses, "If Alex found him, he'll do it." I swallowed hard and shook my head, "And I don't want him too." If he killed his father, it'll be too much for him to handle, he already blames himself for his mother's death. I don't want him to do this, I can't lose more parts of him.