Lost Heir

ch. 31

Hi!
  Before I start anything I want to say...HIV is a virus. That does not mean if someone else breathes the same air as you they'll also get it. Now...why do I say this? The fact that Valentino has a virus does not mean all those that inhale the air he exhales will fall sick.
I hope that answers your questions(to all who asked.)

Eight months and three weeks. That's how long it has been since...everything. Things had just gotten from bad to worse.

Roman had completely changed. He seemed more distant and -dare anyone say-more ruthless. His behaviour scared his family but no one said anything. Monica tried speaking to him once but only ended with him blaming himself and everyone else for everything that happened.

Valentino didn't seem to be improving either. Every second, when he wasn't searching for Nikki, Roman spent beside him. For the first month with Valentino, he sobbed like a child but after, he just grew numb. He managed to hide all emotions behind his eyes. Certain nights when he could help it, he avoided sleep. Of what use was it when the two most important people in his life could not be in his arms.

It was almost funny the manner in which he killed Maximiliano and Lucas. For the longest time, he was excited for the day he would have them in his grasp, especially Lucas. Long before he found out Lucas was the cause of half his problems, he had a fair idea of how exciting it was going yo be to end him. He anticipated it. Unfortunately when he had them, the excitement was gone. He, instead, lost everything. He shot them in their heads. The only twist was as each one fell on the ground, he felt his heart twist. It felt like he was relieved as well as stressed- frustrated, even. They were dead yet the problems they brought were still alive and mocking him.

"Brother." Dante called as he approached him. "You were absent during the meeting." He stated.

Roman took off his suit jacket and sat in his chair. "What happened?" Dante sighed and took a seat at his right side. As he spun in the chair. "The elders are begging you to end them." Was his simple response.

Roman threw his keys and gun in the the large desk. "What did they say?" He asked.

"They want a knew female leader." Roman shot up in his seat. He already knew they had to say something really dumb for him to put it that way but he sure as hell wasn't expecting that. In other words they were asking him to close the chapter on Nikki...forget about her...pretend she was dead. Never.

Dante noticed him vibrate as anger colonised his entire being. Roman snatched his gun from the desk and stormed out to where the elders held their meeting- at the west wing of the estates.

Roman barged into the meeting room. "So you were around and deliberately decided not to attend the meeting." His father snapped.

"What sort of madness is this?" Romans growled. "Who brought out the wild idea of picking a new wife for me. Who dared...."