Bloody hands

Chapter 8.5 An eventful morning

Selena's POV

Jack entered and closed the door immediately. "Good morning, princess." he greeted me and kissed my cheek. "How was your night?" he went on and sat down on the bed.
"Go ask your brother. It was not restful." I answered and kept brushing my hair.
"Did he something to you?" he asked, a bit shocked.
"No, he just went on my nerves. Have you ever tried to go to sleep while two read spotlights are staring at you and tell you what type of sleeper you are?" I asked and the brush was taken from my hands.

"No, luckily not. Can I?" Johnson asked and brushed my hair. "What if I say no?" I asked curiously. "I won't listen. Can you hold that please?" Jack gave my a small phial and I looked closer at it. "There is nothing more interesting than poison, or is there?" he told me and I was sure he was talking about the substance in the glass. "I hope Leonardo's going to have fun with this." he went on and I swallowed my breath. "Even more dead people and I haven't been here for a whole day!" I sighed and put the phial into my other hand.

Jack put the brush way and bowed over my shoulder to grab the poison. "He won't die instantly. Maybe in to weeks, maybe later. But he will day. He had it coming." Jack whispered and brushed his hand over my cheek.

"Breakfast should be ready by now, let's go downstairs." Johnson says and stood up to grab my hand to force me to stand up. I ran over to the window to close it when I noticed that Ryan had forgotten something.

His Katana.

Selena's POV (a few minutes later)

I had tried to convince Jack that I didn't need breakfast, but no. That's why I was on my way down to the dining hall, Jack directly behind me. Nevertheless, I had not let him change my mind on making the situation uncomfortable on one of the brothers.

When I opened the door to the dining hall I held Ryan's Katana and turned it in my hand. "Morning." I said shortly and noticed how I light switched on in Ryan's head. There he had forgotten his toy! "Ryan!" I heard Mr. Johnson. "I know Dad, I am sorry." his son answered guilty. Something that didn't sound like Ryan. "By the way, you are holding it wrong, Sel. More to the front." he commented in his usual, annoyed tone. I gave the word to a butler, so it could be returned to Ryan's room, and wanted to sit in my place from yesterday, only to see that Jack was sitting there now, pouring the poison into the coffee of a clueless Leonardo.

So, I walked over to his placed and plopped down on the chair. I was poured some coffee and Ryan gave me some milk, but I pushed it back to him. "Do you want to drink it like this?!" he asked a bit disbelieving. THAT he hadn't gotten from my sleep profile! "That coffee isn't even brown." I answered and looked at the dishwater in a cup.

Alex had often made me coffee when I had pulled all nighters, and if she had known one thing, then it was making dark coffee.

Ryan shrugged with his shoulders and turned to his father. I squinted at his cup, just to grab it and empty it in one go. I mean, he stole my sleep, so I am stealing his Espresso! At least it was black.

Before Ryan could notice, I pushed my old cup over to him. Jack had seen me and grinned mischievously. "You look tired, Selena." Mrs. Johnson noticed. >No, I'm just acting like it, you know.< "I didn't sleep to well." I mumbled and began to eat my toast while I looked around the room.

Jack emptied the rest of the phial into Leonardo's cup while he talked to his mother. The few mobsters that had managed to rise at this time in the morning were discussing who had the worst hangover.

I wanted to turn to Luigi when I heard my name being called. "You had brown hair once?" Mr. Johnson asked, emerged into his newspaper. "Yes, that was when we spent some months in Padova, but when we moved to Milano I decided to go back to my natural col...Wait a second! Why do you know that?" I asked suspiciously.

Mr. Johnson put the paper on the desk so I could read the title story. There was a picture of me when I was ten years old. Over it in big letter there was written:
NICA GRACE: MISSING OR GONE UNDER COVER?
>They can't even keep ONE DEAL< I thought and slammed my toast on my plate.

( For everyone that needs an explanation: Her mother's surname was Lombardi and it was her brother that had his feet concreted. Grace is her father's surname, and her real surname.)

„Cè qualcosa, Nica?" (Is there something, Nica?" Luigi asked ironically while I gave him an evil look. "Take the Witness Protection Program they said. The press won't hear about this, they said!" I began swearing, while I read through the article: "...death of her parents, blablabla, death of her sister, blablabla. This article would have been more interesting if he had written about HIS OWN death." I said and wanted to take my words back right after.

Jack gave me a significant look and I felt a breath in my neck. "Whatever your heart wants, amore." Ryan whispered, followed by a kiss into my neck. I had hoped to find something jocking in his comment, but he just sounded to sirious. "I have some open discussions with them too. Father-son bonding?" Mr. Johnson asked. "Next weekend?" Ryan asked and rose his eyebrows.

His father nodded and could stop a short laugh when Ryan tried 'his' coffee and almost puked. "What happened to my Espresso?" he asked and look at me, suspicious.
"Lucius, darling. The office send an email, they are having some problems." Mrs. Johnson said and looked at her phone troubled. "Then we have to do this quick today. Jack, Ryan. You go upstairs and prepare everything." the head of house ordered and his sons rose. "Until later." they said and left and teh rest of the group began to retreat too. Maria had bowed over to me and waited till her husband left.

"When I come back, we have to have a talk, okay?" she asked and it didn't sound like she wanted to punish me in some way, but I could have been mistaken. A quarter of an hour later it knocked on my door. 

A/N: There are not many chapters left!

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