Facade

Chapter 43

Mia's pov

I wrapped the blanket around Karen like a cocoon, against her protests of course. Why the hell can't she just allow me to take care of her? She'll do the same if I was the one though she'll never admit it.
"For God sake Mia, it's too hot. Why the hell did you wrap me like a new born baby?" Karen whined. I glared at her with such intensity that she flinched. Can't she just say thank you and shut the fuck up?
"You're still sick Karen. You need rest" I told her, trying to maintain my patience. If I lose it, I might do something that'll make her hate me forever. Karen scowled at me, her face shifted in a frown.
"I'm not sick. I'm in recovery. With the way you are acting, I might as well go back to the hospital" She snapped at me. I glanced at her briefly before an idea came to mind. I smiled wickedly at the idea. Karen looked at me puzzled but she didn't say anything. Or I didn't give her the chance to. I hurried out of the guest room to my room. I searched through my bedside drawer and smiled in relief when I found it. Gripping it tightly, I hurried back to the guest room. Karen looked up at my entrance, her face puzzled. I walked over to sit on the bed beside her. With a smile plastered on my face, I held out my hand to show her what was in it. Her eyes widened
"A thermometer?!!!" Karen shrieked and tried to sit up. I pushed her back down gently, my smile now a frown.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked  in reproach. I wasn't exactly expecting a reply.
"And why do you have a thermometer? What for?" Karen shot back at me. I rolled my eyes at her.
"For you, silly. If I'm going to take care of you, I might as well do it thoroughly" I replied patiently, trying to calm her down. My reply seemed to anger her the more. Karen opened her mouth to reply and I took that as an opportunity. I shoved the thermometer into her mouth.
"Don't even think about it" I warned when she reached up to pull it out.
"I'll have you tied to the bed and an oxygen mask on you if you dare pull it out" I continued. Karen frowned before reluctantly dropping her hand.
"Good girl" I smiled in satisfaction.

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Damian's pov

"Capo"

I sat up immediately I heard that word. I stared at Felix in shock at what he just said. The word was my secret identity that not even my parents knew about. It was a word that sent fear into the deadliest of criminals. It was also a part of me I kept hidden and thought it hidden. Never did I expect a stranger to know about it. I scrutinized Felix, wondering if we've met before.
"No we've not met before" Felix replied. I stared at him confused till I realized I had spoken my thoughts out loud. If he knew about my identity then he must be someone from the organization. Only people from the organization knew my true identity, albeit very few of them. Felix must be very dangerous, I concluded. In other to handle people like that, I have to switch to the other side of me. The side that loves violence, that tasted for blood and breathes danger. I leaned back into my chair and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. My expression became blank, my eyes cold and my smile, sadistic.
"inginocchiarsi" I ordered. That one word demanded immediate submission. It demanded respect. Felix stood up from where he sat and walked to the middle of the study. He got down on his knees. I stood up from my chair and walked up to him.
"How do you know who I am?" I questionned, making sure my face didn't betray any emotion. Felix shrugged and remained silent. I gritted my teeth trying to contain my anger.
"Answer me!!" I yelled. He flinched and began trembling.
"I w-worked for the Canadian organization under Davis lee" he replied. I relaxed slightly, satisfied I got an answer.
"Wait a minute. Worked? Meaning you no longer work there?" I inquired. Felix shook his head slowly.
"Salire" I ordered. He stood up and turned to me. I motioned him to sit.
"Now tell me everything" I ordered.

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Felix's pov

I narrated everything, leaving nothing out. I brought out my phone and showed him the video Davis recorded for Karen. Damian looked so angry. He was gripping the table so hard it's a wonder it didn't break.
"So any word from Davis? Do you know if he survived the bombing?" He asked me. I shook my head sadly. I've been trying to avoid thinking about it.
Damian sighed and sat on his chair. He leaned forward and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number and put the phone to his ear.
"Find out if anyone survived the bombing at Davis house" Damian ordered and dropped the phone. Together we sat in silence, tension high, awaiting the reply. Few minutes later, Damian's cell phone rang. He picked it up and answered.
"Yeah. Alright" He said to the receiver. Damian dropped the call and sighed.
I leaned forward eager for any information. As much as I hated to admit it, I needed to know. I couldn't bear the ignorance anymore.
"The police say they didn't find any body in the ruins" Damian said. Hope ignited in me and I asked
"That means Davis and my mum survived?" I questioned, my voice excited with hope. Damian shook his head and replied
"I didn't say that. The police say there's no way anyone could the bombing"
   I scowled at this new piece of information. I didn't want to lose the hope I had. It was all that kept me going.
"But if there's no body, then he might have survived" I told Damian adamantly. He sighed and relaxed into his chair.
"Maybe Felix. Maybe"
I let out the breath I was holding.
"Felix get ready" Damian ordered. I arched a brow, confused.
"Ready for what?" I asked skeptical
"Get ready to fight" Damian replied. I didn't understand what he was saying.
"Fight who? What do you mean?" I inquired. Damian smiled at me wickedly. The cold glint in his eyes gave me shivers.
"It's time to take down Helen" Damian declared.

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