The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 42 - You can't break the broken

"Two less lonely people in the world,   
and it's gonna be fine,
Out of all the people in the world,
I just can't believe you're mine,
In my life where everything was wrong, something finally went right."🎶

I can't stop listening to this song, it makes me feel like I am in love or something XD

Happy reading, well not exactly happy lol *runs away*

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Alex's POV

I hated.

Everything and everyone.

My vision clouded with anger, and my heart pounded harder as I made my way out of the hospital. The feeling flared like a sickness clawing at the inside of my stomach. My leg bounced with the nerves prodding my anxious feet. My hands shook with that old rage, the gnawing impulse that clipped my nerves, that need to get back inside and pull him the fuck away from her.

I stopped, my steps halted and I just stood there. The mere thought of them together brought my sanity right to the edge. I fisted my hair in my hands, doing my best not to lose my shit, trying to keep from coming unglued here in the middle of the fucking day.

Anger clenched my jaw, the emotion in an all-out war with the part of me that kept giving her reasons, the part that trusted her with all its being, that part that refused to believe in what they all say...that part didn't even want to acknowledge what my eyes just saw.

But the image slammed me in quick succession - her wrapped in his arms, them being that close. More images corrupted my mind and I shook my head; I needed to stop before I do what I may later regret. When it comes to him, it is not jealousy what I feel, it is something else.. something more intense, more bitter, more agonizing... And I thought she understood that.

I tried to clear my head, I tried to breathe and suddenly I became aware of the noises beside me. My nerves were set on high alert; as if they sensed some kind of impending change in the air. I turned around to see no one but him, with Roman and other few guys.

If I was a bit angry before, then now I was right on the edge. A harsh breath rushed from my nose before I launched forward; Rage simmered in my blood, a steady build that was just about to explode. Wrapping my hands around the collar of his shirt, I pulled him away from Roman's grip and slammed his body against the near wall; "What more do you want from me?!" I bellowed, my voice filled the parking lot, the hardness of my voice matched the one wrapped around my heart.

A tremor coursed into the depth of my bones, pressing into my limbs, crushing and breaking whatever is left in me.

His eyes settled back at me, "Isn't it obvious?" He calmly let out, his expression giving nothing in. "Nothing." He said with a slight shake of his head, "Because by the end, you always win brother-" He was oddly calm, his lips lifted in a helpless smile, "You always get it all."

My hold tightened over his shirt and I pushed him further against the wall; I tried to shut down all the feelings of anger, pain, and betrayal that brimmed my chest. My throat thickened and I grated out, "What are you planning?"

He shrugged, "Nothing." He said, "I simply...give up."

I scoffed, "As if I am gonna believe that bullshit."

His lips curled up in annoyance, "Don't worry, I am not doing it for you." His eyes hardened, "I still hate you with everything in me-" His jaw tightened, "But if I hurt you..she won't forgive me and I can't lose her again because of you."