The Mafia's Son [REVISED]

25. Bugs and Broken Hearts

He lead me deeper into the blanket of the snowy woods until all I could see was him and me and a few trees and snow. 

If it was night time, I would've assumed he would lured me out here to murder me, but something about him was reassuring and peaceful against all odds. He felt like someone I know, familiar and that made me know I could trust him, even if he's given me a reason not to. 

So I followed him into the blanket of the snowy woods further. 

He finally stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at me. He started glancing around and eyed every corner to assure we were alone. Percy strolls up to me and starts spinning me around and patting me down as if I was entering the terminal at the TSA. 

Rude. 

I swat away his pervy hands and he yells at me to stand still. 

He unzips the black puffy jacket I was wearing and pulls out a knife and grabs my jacket. 

Am I going to die right now? I ball my fists up ready for fight for my life. I shouldn't have listened to my instinct - he's going to murder me in this blanket of woods and no one is going to find my body.

I jump on my feet and crack my fists while he raises his eyebrow and stabs the jacket. I scream and close my eyes when he does so, but quickly open them upon realizing he missed.

He missed?

He smiles and me and pulls the knife through the inner lining of the jacket, reaching into it, and pulling out what seems to be a little audio recorder - thin enough to be hidden in a jacket to go unnoticed. 

He yanks apart the recorder and signals for me to be silent. Once he destroyed the audio recorder, he walks up to me and hands the remainders of the recorder before finally speaking.

My face must've given a lot away because what he comments on is about it.

"I'm not going to kill you, Snow. If I had wanted to kill you, I would've already." He says making me glad but also scared at the same time.

Maybe my instincts about him were right? 

I stand taller and drop the recorder down seeing it sit on top of the snow. 

"What was that, Percy?" 

His eyes are still fixed on the recorder on the ground and his gaze returns back on me. His cold stone blue eyes resembled no emotions running through them. How hollow they must be.

"That was a recording device the Brookens have placed in your jacket. Every nonemployee gets one in theirs and I was making sure to discard it before we had our talk." 

I nod my head pretending to understand what he was implying. 

I scoff and kick the recorder further away, "why would they need to record our conversation?"

Seriousness was written all over his face and it intimidated me. This wasn't a joke to him. He was saying it like it was real - as if my boyfriend and his family would purposely record us...

I shake my head and waited on his response.

"Because they aren't the Brookens who you and everyone else in the world see them as. Snow, I need you to trust me. You aren't going to as the information I'm about to tell you will change your view and make you question everything you have known, but I need to tell you and I need you to listen because your life is in danger."

My eyes fly wide open and I tilt my head to see this deranged man in front of me. 

I sigh and let him speak.