A Delmarno's Lover

16. 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩

𝗠𝗼𝗹𝗹𝘆'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Kole didn't come home that night, when I rang Angela to see if he'd gone there she told me he was at Charlie's, but me and Marve drove past Charlie's house and it was blacked out, completely empty.

"Seems they're not in, Miss." hummed Marve. Something didn't feel right, Kole was normally all over me, it's sounds big headed but I mean he never left me alone. All of a sudden he was never around.

"This isn't like him." I told Marve. "Actually... this may seem out of place for me to say... but this is VERY like Kole Delmarno." Marve informed. "Maybe before... but he changed with me." I insisted. "Ah. Kole and his changes." Sighed Marve. Maybe I didn't know him as well as I thought.

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"We've been here all night! Shoot him or let him go already" groaned Charlie from the corner of the room. I'd taken Max to my fathers warehouse five miles east from our home. I wanted to see him suffer. Just like my company had after the robbery, just like Molly had after he trashed her home.

"Listen to your friend, longer you stay here the more likely my men are to find me." Spat Max, strapped to a chair in the middle of the room. This only angered me, I'd managed to stay calm all night, battling between what I wanted to do and what I should do.

I knew that I should let him go, but I didn't want to. That's my instincts. I kill. I'll admit that to anybody, I've never hid that. Mother had sent me from therapist to therapist, each one quitting and father having to pay them to keep their mouths shut. I had blood on my hands. And I'd never once felt guilty. My last therapist said I'm dead inside. Hell yeah, I'm fine with that.

"Kole man!" Charlie huffed. Head in my hands, I Grunted as loud as I could. "Do you two ever shut up?" I snapped. "Dude. I'm hungry." Charlie sighed. I jumped to my feet, snatching my gun from my back pocket and pointing it at Max. "This what you want?" I yelled at Charlie.

He then stood. "Finally some action!" He laughed. "Not a good idea man, you think Molly wants to love a killer?" Max taunted. Surprised, I looked at Charlie. The both of us started laughing. "What." Max Grunted.

"She already does." I smirked. "Bro. He's A twenty-one year old Delmarno. As if you'd be his first kill. It comes with the name." Charlie joked. "Kinda lame you haven't heard about me." I teased kneeling down to his level and waving the end of the gun in his face, to torment him of course.

"I know you're a Gomez." Max smirked at Charlie. That's when Charlie lost his friendly humour that made him so Him. His trademark, such as the smirk was mine, Charlie had his banter. I guess we were your typical lads in that way.

I had a lot of love for him, despite his kiss with Molly, but could I ever touch her again? Now that my friend had almost had her? Did she even love me? And what had Charlie done for her that I couldn't give? I'm Kole freaking Delmarno.

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I watched as my old friend terrorised this man. I knew this state. I'd seen it many times before, but only when he was on MDMA... he would have these states where he'd unleash some psycho version of himself. He'd kill people for minority reasons.

It honestly always reminded me of when Luiz killed my father, brutal. He was in that mindset now. A killer's mindset, and boy was I scared. If the thrill of killing max didn't satisfy him... I'm next.

Again, I watched as Kole toyed with this man, "Kinda lame you haven't heard about me." He teased, knelt down waving the gun in that poor man's face. "I know your a Gomez." Max smirked, turning to me. I'd felt slightly uncomfortable before but then I was just angry.

The fact this man knew me but referred to my family told me he knew too much and knowing too much about my family was the one way to get me revved. I'm a very calm man most times but this was not one of those times this was that odd moment where, alike my friend Kole, I snapped.

Flying forward I slammed down on this man, Kole diving out of my way, a hand on each arm of the chair I zoomed into this man's face. "And what." I growled. "And I know what that comes with." He hummed. WHACK! My fist collided with his face. And again. Drawing blood.

I shook my hand off and stepped back, letting Kole take the lead once again. Fuming in the back, I paced the room. "I want him dead Kole!" I yelled, pointing my finger in his face and then returning to my pacing.

Max grinned. "Calm down, Char." Barked Kole. I sat, rocking slightly on the chair in the corner. My nerves must have angered my friend, he'd always been protective of me, covered up my darkest secrets, knowing that I was hurting hurt him, even though I had kissed his girl, I could see that.

"Listen...you son of a bitch." Kole grumbled. He pulled a razor blade from his pocket. "Move that." Grunted Max. Bad thing to say to a Delmarno. NEVER give them orders.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Kole whacked this man's face repeatedly. "I'm the boss here. You have NO power." Kole Demanded. "You think." Laughed Max. I tell you all I could think was... 'that is one brave man' in his situation I'd be... I'd need new trousers lets say that!

"Ok I know." Kole smirked. Lifted the blade to this man's ear. I knew what was coming. I watched as the blade dug into Max's Tragus and slithered a long deep line down his cheekbone to his lip bone.

Naturally, he was squirming. Desperate to get away from that pain. I didn't care for him but of course I had guilt. Kole was viscous and anyone in his wrath would come to an awfully disturbing end. Because Kole Delmarno? He liked to play with his victims like a dog does food.