Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.35

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Remo.

I barged out of the room leaving a bewildered Rachel behind. I know I am a devil for treating her this way, but she herself called this upon her. It was all uncalled for.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you damn it!

I am a fucking asshole for trapping Rachel in my plot. I am fucking asshole for pulling her into this never ending saga of hatred in my life.

Yes! It's all my doing and not hers. One might think that she was bloody dragging me into the chains of FBI that she was the one trapping me in her plot and not the other way round. I knew everything, I mean every fucking syllable about Rachel and her life. Even the damn truth unknown to her.

She might be unaware of her dad.....

"What the hell! Remo are you fucking out of your mind?" Fabiano knocks the very life out of the door but not mine. He comes directly pointing his finger at me and breaks me from my chain of thoughts.

I very well knew what he was talking about, but chose not to react. Because I always feel that not responding too is a response. And people need to respect your space and privacy. But Fabiano doesn't seem that he is going to be okay with my silence, but the silence that was now engulfing us was deafening as well as it was speaking at an unfathomable volume.

I turn away from Fabiano and walk towards the window and drown myself in the bewitching view infront of me.

I am well aware of the situation that lays right infront of my eyes. We had to relocate to Italy because of the chaos in San Fransisco. I saw this predicament coming up and had already made the provisions for our jet to be made available to us at any time possible. And on seeing Rachel and Mr.Crown at the wedding rehearsal just confirmed the worst of my fears. I had relocated Alessio, Romero and Kiara to our ancestral house a week ahead. Only Fabiano stayed back with me at SF.

Walking to the Samantha's wedding rehearsal and wedding was kind of suicidal, but I had to take the giant leap if I am to achieve my goal. The goal of meeting Mr.Thomas face to face  and asking for a prize.

I very well know that he will be more than ready to pay the prize at his daughter stake.

Oh yah! I am a bloody bastard. So be it.

"Are you going to stand there all day with your signature smirk or are you even going to answer my damn question?" He fists his hands into a ball and I can clearly sense the irritation coursing through his nerves.

"What are you exactly planning to do with her?" Fabiano hisses at me.

"As if you don't know Fabiano." I hit back.

"Yes. I don't. Enlighten me on this. What is exactly running on your devilish brain?" I know if I am to extend my time of explanation any furthur he'll cut my fucking balls. As if I care. I am the damn Capo of San Francisco and I am not someone to be played with.

Only of Rachel was aware of it!

"A payback. A payback is what I exactly  want right now. And it'll be served to me by Mr. Thomas. I am one hundred percent sure he is going to pay a lot for his daughter."

"Are you out of your minds Remo? What wrong did Rachel do? And as far as I know, she is even oblivious to the fact that..."

"Then it's high time to shed some light on her ignorance. Mr.Thomas is so gonna suffer." I smirk. "-and I am so gonna fucking enjoy the Mafia lord beg for his daughter's life."

"You can't do this Remo. This is so fucking wrong. You can't use her as a pawn in your sick game. She isn't the one to be suffering for her father's doings-"

"Don't you dare tell me that you don't want a revenge. Don't you dare fucking tell me dickhead that you do not want to payback for your sister's death. Or is it because you have embraced the path of sanity. Don't you dare tell me that the wounds are healed. Because, the wound fucking rips open every bloody time I am to think of it. Because of that fucking asshole of a Crown, I am brooding over the past that berefted me of my happiness.

He fucking used Bella to get into our household first and next Rachel. It is only because Rachel was in madly love with David that she accepted his proposal. She isn't like Bella, who not only fucked my body but also fucked my brains."

"She is your past Remo, and you ended her game the very moment, when you deported her. Rachel isn't Bella Remo. You very well know that. She was just a coy in all this. She never wanted all this, infact she is the very reason for your sanity. She keeps you sane, she is the very reason why I am still standing before you and arguing on a point with you. If it were the old you, you would have beheaded me minutes ago. She is-"

Yet again I stop him from uttering atrocities. Bastard! He knows me very well. Even more than I know myself. Sue him for saying the truth. Sue him for stirring something within me which I had buried long ago. Guilt....

No! Remo Falcone isn't capable of such a thing. It's blasphemy. Fie! Fie!

"Stop it! You fucking asshole. You might have forgotten the murder of your family, you might have even come far a
long way. Speak for yourself shit head not me. I might forgive people, but I never forget. Because the scar they leave behind is too deep to be ignored."

He might not have a thing about his family. But I still can feel the vile act that happened long ago, unfolding right before my eyes.

I can't forgive him. No! Never ever.

"Okay. So what's your plan?"

Fabiano composes himself and takes a minute or two and raises the question. I am glad that he is back to his real senses, and I very well know that it took all his being to compose the horrendous anger surging through his veins. But I am glad that he has come in terms with the situation and is thinking straight.

"Rachel. She's going to make the game easy for us." I tell him with a devilish grin, playing on my lips. And think of all the things that I am going to make her say and even do with her.

"What do you mean?" Fabiano asked out of pure ignorance.

"For heaven's sake! Stop with your interrogations. And do as I am going to tell to tell you." I tell looking directly at Fabiano's piercing orbs.

If looks could kill, I would be right now rotting in hell. Hell! Isn't it an irony that I make hell because I am the fucking devil here and not the other way round.

"And what is that you want me to do?"
Fabiano enquires.

"Prepare Rachel for meeting her dad. Face to face." I give him the best of my devilish grin ever.

Rachel! You have no idea where you have landed yourself.

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