Vixen Consoli let herself take off 4 years from the family business so she could experience life outside the mob. Knowing when she comes back home, she will be in charge while her brother River handles affairs in Italy. She set rules up for herself...
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Vixen~
Its been a week since Rivers' death. Elliot went back to the scene of the crime, but his body wasn't there. I knew it was a long shot, but I still hoped.
Elliot had our people collect our dead men and take them down to our graveyard. Each man had a small memorial for their loved ones, but I just stood there watching everyone.
I had no body to bury. I couldn't bury my brother next to my parents. I couldn't hug him one last time and say good-bye. I had nothing to show for his death, except anger and grief.
I had a job to do. I had revenge to plan. I had Elliot. Elliot... He was my brother too in most ways. I had him but it wasn't the same. I felt alone even when he had his arms wrapped around me, hugging me.
He slept with me most nights—just holding me. Grief consumed me and so did the nightmares. I didn't just lose River, I lost Mia, I lost...Valerio too.
I scoffed at myself from the thought. Bitch you never had him. You were nothing but a one-night stand for him and he probably used you to get to River.
They're all liars. They must have known who I was—Mia probably was in on it too. That stung the worst...was my whole friendship a lie? Did I even mean anything to her? Did Elliot or were we just pawns in their game?
I laid on the floor in the main living room in our home and started to hyperventilate again with everything going on. Emotions flood me and I start to lose control.
I get up from my spot and start to smash everything in sight. I punch a wall repeatedly—until Elliot ran in and stopped me. My knuckles were bloody and swollen.
My body ached with pain everywhere, emotionally, and physically. I've been pushing myself to the max of my limits all week long.
I have barely slept but when I did, I woke up screaming. Elliot tried to calm me—and he did but not enough for me to get some rest.
Once I had enough sleep to function, I got up and carried on my day. I was nowhere on getting any new information on Rivers killers.
Who were they? Why did they want River dead? What did the man mean by 'We will be in touch'? He clearly directed that to me not River.
"Vix, you need to stop, you're going to break your damn hands." Elliot seemed agitated but I knew it was not at me. Well...Maybe only partly because of me.
"Let them break for all I care."
"Spoken like a true leader."
I glare at him as he wraps my hands in gauze. "Fuck you."
"We already tried that, we didn't get that far," He smirks. I roll my eyes. Leave it to him to ease the tension.
"I'm sorry. I just..." I look down at the ground, feeling my tears sting my eyes.
