Two Broken Hearts

Chapter forty-eight

Matteo's POV:

That son of a bitch locked me in a dirty basement and cuffed me to the metal bars of the basement room.

I didn't regret anything that I decided. I just wanted to know that Karla was safe and healthy. It passed already four days and I am worriedly obsessed with what was happening to her and was she OK after all of those injuries.

She looked horrifying. I couldn't even look at her without crying. I didn't believe it was possible to broke her like that. I always saw her as she was... Strong and not emotional. But four days ago when I saw her lying on the floor. I couldn't help but blame myself for what happened.

I knew that eventually, I'm going to die here. They're absolutely going to kill me and probably in the most merciless way. Which I can't say I don't deserve. I was only sorry for one thing. For not telling her that I loved her.

I hoped she will know that and she would not forg

They didn't give me water for a day and it was an understatement to say that I was thirsty, hungry and tired. Everything in me along with my ego told me to fight my way out and to run away.

But what was the point. I can't kill them alone and they're just going to come again for Karla and kill her immediately.

I didn't want to risk it. I was going to go away with my dignity attached and with knowing that I died for the person that I loved. At least something from this life. I knew that if heaven and hell existed I was going to be put in the deepest parts of hell.

And I would deserve it all. At least I can't say that in this little years that I have been on this earth, I didn't live. That would be a lie. I tried most of the things normal people didn't. And of some I was proud and of some... Not so much.

The only thing I could think about before my death awaits me is about how did I end up in this fucked side of life.

Back in the past, third person POV:

Matteo Konovalov was only three years old when he watched his father, mother and older brother getting killed. The house was filled with strange people with guns and equipment designed to kill them all.

Matteo was supposed to be killed that day too.

It was a normal day and Matteo and his family were at their house. His father wasn't a people person. He didn't talk much. Matteo couldn't really say that his father didn't love him, but he definitely showed them too little of his supposed love.

They all knew that Goran Konovalov, Matteo's father, was a shady person with lots of secrets and lots of crimes that he's done. Nobody knew what. Goran Konovalov didn't want his family in this business but he did want that eventually Matteo steps up, when he's of age and takes over the business.

That day, no one expecting it, hundredths of men died wanting to save Matteo's family from being murdered.

The Swedish Mafia and their mafia got into a war. They attacked and everything was over quickly.

It started with rifles and shotguns being fired from all the directions. Window were shattered, doors were busted and people were getting killed.

The family didn't have a chance against that.

They all died quickly. Matteo was lucky that he was able to get away. His dad's mafia found him on the streets, running away in tears, hiding in some alley.

They put him on the plane and drove him far away from America in his homeland Croatia. They couldn't be with him so when he was six years old they left him alone in the streets to deal with it.

Everybody was searching for him because it was known that Matteo, a little boy wasn't on the crime scene.

Years passed and Matteo did get his revenge when he came back to America with his complete formed mafia. They finished the Swedish Mafia and since then Matteo was a fired mafia leader in the whole world.

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End of third person, back to the present*

Now that I look back at it... I would definitely done things differently.

I wouldn't become a mafia leader. I wouldn't take revenge on them, I would try and live a different, normal life... Maybe with Karla. Maybe her life and destiny would be different as well... Or not.

I don't know. But I wish that I chose that. I can't take it back now and I can't get out of it now. Once I decided I was in, it was over.

As I was thinking about everything the doors busted open and in came Ivan Kalem with his two guards.

He wore his smug expression on his face and I knew he felt proud for catching me.

I looked him straight in the eyes, not afraid of the man that didn't deserve the title-father.

He chuckled: "I didn't think I would ever live to see this." He said looking at me.

"You're at my complete mercy." He again commented, looking like he won the lottery.

I spoke: "This will be your biggest and last achievement. You know that?" I asked, curious if he knew that he was a dead man walking.

"You aren't in a position to threaten me!" He yelled.

I could see in his eyes he was crazy. Like the kind of crazy that couldn't be saved any more. I would be even sorry for him if I didn't know what has he done to Karla.

He began with his empty threats and once I pissed him off he announced that in two weeks I will be killed and until then I would be tortured without mercy. I wasn't even a bit scared.

He could break every bone in my body and I would still feel accomplished that I saved Karla.

At least I hope I did. I would die peacefully if I just knew that she was OK.

But that was a wish that couldn't be completed.

I hoped that if she really is OK, that she doesn't come for me. That is definitely my worst nightmare. Her, coming here to save me. I knew I had good people who would deal with her and lead her on the right track.

I knew Marcus and all the others that have my trust and that would never let her risk herself and come for me.

So my mind was in more peace knowing that.

I knew what was coming for me in this next two weeks... And I was ready for it.