Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.1

Remo.

"Just spit out the fucking truth John." Even if he spat the truth out he knew that this would be the last encounter in his life with me as well as his very own dear life.

"Sorry Remo, I won't..repeat this blunder again. For heavens sake forgive me for the one last time." Pleaded a helpless John covered in blood from head to toe.

"You very well know John the only reward for betrayal in Remo Falcone's world is slow torture and death." With that, the bullet from my gun just ended all the pleading and curses out of John's mouth.

Alessio gave me an assuring nod as he very well knew the real me. Together my brother and I have gone through the turmoils of life. And have saved each other's back for umpteenth number of times. We owe each other a lot,not only are we bound by blood but also by heart!
We are regarded as the people who rule San Francisco the "Bloody Falcone Brothers"!! I would walk through fire for them.

"Let's just finish it off with some drinks before we head to our home." I stated while washing my bloody hands.
Will I ever be able to wash my hands off the blood that I have bled with my brothers? Washing off my hands I also washed away the nasty thoughts from my mind.

On seeing us, my bartender Jerry started preparing our usual drinks and handed it to us.

"Kiara is hitting it out well with our family." I said to Alessio after taking a sip from my absinthe cocktail.

"Yes, even I am quite surprised that she took to it really swiftly despite being a
Vitieollo."

Kiara was Alessio's wife,she is very docile a lady with a haunting past and used to get tensed around men. Slowly and steadily she was taking to the new system and adjusting to her life with the Falcone brothers.

With the last sip from my glass we headed to our Bugatti Chiron which was bought after my younger brother Adamo crashed my Bugatti Divo. Adamo has a craze for cars and often goes for car racing with mine only to return it crashed and to piss the shit out of me.

"Did you sleep yesterday night?" Alessio's question broke the awkward silence in the air!! I knew this was coming up as my dark circles cannot be helped but noticed.

I cocked an eyebrow as to avoid the question but with Alessio it was impossible.

"Yah..kinda.." came my answer as usual.

Thank God Alessio didn't bother to dig further as he saw it was making me restless.
Rest of the drive was drove in silence.

On reaching our house I saw my third brother Romero sitting on the couch with his eyes glued to the lap top. One look and I could tell that he might have been busy with his so called girlfriend.
Romero had a good wave around girls. He just hit it out so well with girls that it was impossible to deny the fact that he was called the 'Casanova of San Francisco'.

"What the fuck were you two doing till midnight?" Romero bawled looking up from his lap.

We just ignored him as usual and moved to our respective wings. Bidding Alessio a good night I moved to my bed room. Hoping to catch a good night's sleep,atleast today. I quickly showered and moved into my briefs and quickly jumped into my bed.

It took just the effort of closing my eyes and sleep took me off!! It might have been due to my long day at work.

"No Remo!! No!!...Come Remo show me your wrists... are you ready to come with me??" I could smell something burning,I was surrounded by fire on all sides, she was coming nearer and nearer! I battled for my and my brothers lives.. "No Remo....let's go to your dream land my boy"she smiled, the most wicked smile I ever saw.

I was crying,pleading, begging. But all in vain!!

I couldn't take it anymore and took out the knife and plunged into her and cut her wrists. But then also she was laughing at me frivolously.

I woke up feeling a slight pain on my wrists only to find myself covered in blood...

This nightmare is never gonna leave me for heaven sake!! Stitching my wound I headed off to release my tensions on the punching bag!!

Every kick I kicked was only in her thought ... it atleast made me feel better!! With the force that I applied my switch easily came out spilling blood over my fallen out angel tattoo. This time it didn't hurt around the wound but more in my heart!!

"The very thought that you were the reason for my happiness is itself venomous. I don't want to give the key to my happiness to anyone because I am the boss of my choices"!!

Is there a redemption from this? If then how?
 

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