Forbidden Love

Chapter 26: The Cruel Accident

In the Black Viceroys' Mansion:

Ryan's P.O.V:

Fuck. Dammit. I couldn't say it. That was my chance to say it. If only that bastard didn't show up, I would've said it. Deep down, I knew that Lydia would accept me. Even if I was the heir of a rival gang. That other guy...who was he? A member of the Golden Lords? He seemed quite close to Lydia. Does he have a thing for her? Even if he does, it doesn't matter. Because Lydia is mine. No one can have her besides me. I probably shouldn't worry about that.

Suddenly, I noticed Charles looking around for something. He seemed tensed and worried. I walked up to him and tapped on his shoulder, to which he startled with a little jump.

"Charles, are you okay? What's going on?" I asked, as I tried to calm the old man.

"Ryan, things seem to be going out of hand. Noah and your fiancée are up to something." replied Charles with a nervous tone.

"Charles, Valerie is not my fiancée and what do you mean by that?"

"I need to speak to Moore. Where is he?" demanded Charles. 

"I haven't seen the old man all day. Isn't he in his office as usual?"

"No, I just came from there. I should probably check Mrs. Martin's room, he might be in there," and just like that, Charles scurried off to the other direction. I sighed. Noah and Valerie. What could be their deal? Maybe they were flirting or something and Charles is just freaking out. Valerie seemed like the perfect match for an asshole like Noah; both were sex-addicts, had a shitty personality, and both of them piss me off perfectly.

I went to my room and threw myself on my bed with my legs hanging. I sighed as I stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow is the day, 10 years ago... Does Dad even remember?

Flashback, 10 years ago:

I slowly walked towards the room from where I heard the gunshots. It was a hall away from my bedroom. I hope Mom won't be mad about me getting up from my bed, even though she tucked me in. But I'm a gang leader's son, so I have to be brave and find out what happened.

"Mom? Dad?" I quietly called out. The mansion was dark, only a few rooms were lit, even the room from where the gunshots came. I made my way to the room and stopped at the doorway.

My mother. A beautiful woman she was. With silky brown hair and sparkling eyes. Her smile and laugh always filled my heart with warmth. Her hugs that never wanted to let me go, her small kisses on my cheeks when she was happy. Cheerful and kind, though the wife of Mafia leader Marcus Moore. My beautiful mother.

She lied there on the ground. Covered in blood. Her once beautiful eyes now stared up at the ceiling. She wasn't blinking. Her skin looked slightly pale. Her hands and feet were completely still. I slowly walked towards her and kneeled beside her. I gently touched her hand covered in blood. It was turning cold. I stared at her. Lifeless. My mother was lifeless.

"They killed her... THEY KILLED HER!" Dad screamed from the other side. He had blood splattered all over his shirt, tears kept on rolling dowm his cheek as he kept on wiping them off. 

"Who's they?" I asked faintly.

"Who else would it be, it's that bastard; Willis Winters! That fucking leader of the Golden Lords!" shouted Dad in fury and grief.

The Golden Lords...

Why did he do that? We are rivals, but what did my mother have to do with anything? She doesn't even know how to hold a gun. She never raised her hand on me. She was kind and caring. It seemed like she was far away from the criminal world. But now, she's far away from the whole world.