Desire or Revenge (Cancelled)

Chapter 30: Dead to me

Why did I find this so hard to believe? I thought I had known Hunter well enough to know that... he wouldn't stoop so low as to murder. To him, murder is probably nothing new, downside of being in a mafia, you see murder before your own eyes. Your taught that human life is meaningless.

I looked at Hunter's eyes which didn't seem fazed at all. Instead he seemed ambitious and even a bit proud. Proud of his plan which I am yet to hear.
Honestly I didn't want to hear the plan. I already felt like someone had just slapped me, like some black hole force was sucking away my breath.

"You seem very shocked at this. Ok... I admit that sounds dramatic, even for me."
"You're just fine with killing someone...?"
"If I don't stop them, they'll continue to go after you." That just made me feel more guilty, it's my fault that he's going murderous.

"Doesn't mean your should resort to killing them!"
"Calm down, it'll be painless... hopefully."
"What do you mean?"
"A dash of poison." He motioned his hand horizontally against his neck, imitating death. "Should do the trick."

The lump in my throat returned and I tried to gulp it down with all my might. I needed to stay strong, strong without the feeling of being choked.
"I... don't get why you're going through all this trouble for me..." I squeaked out, so much for being strong.
"Well cause I lo..." he paused just as I was anxiously awaiting his answer. "Like... you. I don't want anything to happen."
He stroked my hair gently in a protective manner. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you... Ugh I'm so pathetic when it comes to women." He chuckled lightly.
Why would he even say that? Why do I mean so much to him? And a part of me was wondering - was he about to say 'love'?
I had a million questions for him, a million questions that were bound to explode out of me. I wanted to question him about his plans of murder, but I didn't want to ruin the moment.

With my hand on his chest, I could feel his heartbeat, so slow and steady while mine was having the opposite effect. It baffles me how calm he is, well maybe it's because I have more to worry about - my mission, Allie's fate, the fact that Igor is not his father.

We stayed in the same position - of my head against his shoulder and his head leaning against mine for what seemed like an eternity, we lost track of time. Whilst I loved this position, my neck strained so I took it off and bent it from left to right, giving away a little crack which sounded loud in the silent room.

I stretched out my arms and then wrapped them around Hunter, he wrapped his around mine, sending a warmth to travel around my chest. He leaned in slowly with a smirk to kiss me - well I assumed he wanted more than a kiss - but unfortunately his phone rang just as we were about to connect.

"What's up with phones ruining our moments." He groaned with a laugh.

"Hunter speaking."
"Hello Sir, we've got some issues that we need to discuss with you." Muffled a quiet reply from the phone. Issues? Could he mean Allie or Igor or even both? Hunter rolled his eyes  in disappointment and covered the phone with a hand.
"Sorry beautiful, I gotta take this."

He walked out of the room in a hurry, leaving me sitting alone on the sofa with only my anxious thoughts for company. As I waited I just watched the turning hands of the analog clock sitting on a modern wood shelf. 5, 10, 15 minutes - he was still talking. All I could hear were muffles but as time went on Hunter's voice got louder and harsher.

"Can you listen to me!! It's all her fault. Do what you must, kill her for all I care!"
He shouted just as the 20 minute mark was approaching. A small pause afterwards.
"FUCKING HELL!" Came a loud unexpected yell from his bedroom.
I automatically gave out a shake, sending a train of chills across my skin. I was frightened by his sudden outburst of anger. I didn't know what to do, all I knew was that I had to help him!

I hurried over to his bedroom door in my wobbly legs and fumbled for the door knob, with a tight grip I turned and swung the door open. I immediately lay my eyes of Hunter who was sitting on the floor against his bed with a whiskey bottle in one hand and a glass in the other. The phone is across the room.

He snaps his head up and looks at me with such hatred and anger. Instantly I think, he knows doesn't he... He staggers up to face me and I can clearly see him now. His eyes are red and glassy, but most of all disturbed, the eyes of someone on edge. His teeth are clenched together, defining his jaw.

He won't hurt me - I repeat inside my mind, but it was difficult to believe my assumptions.
"She... That bitch, Allie. She fucking outed us to the cops... She was on a mission, stinking her stupid nose in our business!" The anger was clearly visible on him - his lip curled into a hateful frown and his eyebrows furrowed increasingly. "What's worse! She found out that... my father, isn't even my father!" He looked like he was about to completely lose it.

Whilst I should have felt relief that he doesn't know about me, I felt worried, worried for him, he looked so distraught. It ached my heart!
He slammed the half empty bottle of whiskey on the drawer and dropped his glass.
With caution, I outstretched my arms, ready to hug him, comfort him in his time of need.

Instead he crashed his hands on my shoulders out of nowhere, catching my off guard. He looked deep into my eyes, making me so uncomfortable and scared for both of us.
"You and Allie came into our 'business' at the same time. Tell me this isn't connected!" He commanded.
"I.." I began, when he began to shake me violently by the shoulders, tears were now streaming down his face.
"Or I swear, you're both dead to me!"