Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Cara

I watched his chest rise and fall steadily in his deep slumber. He hasn’t woken up despite the commotion outside. I do doubt he will. I told them to do it discreetly as I walked my way inside his territory like I own the damn place.

I’m going to enjoy watching him sleep as everything is slowly taken away from him. I will make sure he will be the next one I send to hell.

Romeo Reed. The guy was hell bent on his revenge on whoever murdered his father. He was younger than I had presumed– early twenties. People in that age are ambitious and he was no different. He thinks if he kills Dylan and his loved ones, he’ll establish his name. I have met men like him and sometimes, it’s not just revenge.

If we talk about vengeance, then Vassily would put them to shame. It was no secret among us that he handled his enemies rather savagely. He and his father were very close. He was his everything– father, brother, best friend. Imagine that you lost it all at once.

He had been the mixture of Sol and I– calm, playful, level headed, a little bit mischievous and actually the kindest among us but when push comes to shove, he was the most hot headed. He’s Uncle Viktor’s only son and yet we were brought up like siblings despite the distance.

Everything changed when his dad died. He took over their mafia having the first mission to wipe out the entire English mafia, not one soul was spared. His closest friend and right hand told me how bloody it was. Vassily was bathed with the enemies’ blood and he didn’t stop until he succeeded— and that is to eliminate every bit of their bloodline.

It was hardly believable at first knowing he had calmed down after that. He had returned to his usual self a little bit but darkness had already consumed him and he was no longer the same.

This Romeo Reed reminded me of my childhood friend whom I see as a brother. The only difference was he messed with the wrong mafia. And probably the wrong woman.

He stirred as if his instinct told him that someone was watching him. I rise to my feet and saunter towards him. I see the moonlight shone against his face. His torso was bare, only wearing pants below. He had inherited a little bit of his father’s features. I still remembered how I had killed him too hastily. Given he was the mastermind behind my stolen shipment, I should’ve tortured him and show him how the queen of the mafia works. Perhaps also tell him that next time he tries to steal from someone, make sure to do a background check first. His ignorance brought him to his demise.

“Ciao.” I greet as soon as his eyes are wide awake, looking at me straight in the eyes. I sneer watching him. He immediately sat up, scooting far away from me.

“Fear not.” I said, noticing his shock and nervousness. I gracefully sat on the edge of his bed while trying to avoid triggering my still unhealed wound. “I’m only here to collect something.”

“Wh-who are you?” I watched him study me in a state of disbelief. My eyes knitted against each other at the realization that this man was no way near his bold and aggressive father. He tries to be brave but I see the fear in his eyes as he looks at the unknown.

I look down at my nails, watching it with renewed interest while acting apathetic. “You know, naivety could seriously do you harm. The next time you plan your revenge, make sure you do your own research.” My eyes traveled to him sharply. He stiffened suddenly in realization.

“You’re… who exactly are you?” His fear was replaced with curiosity and wariness. “I only intend my revenge on Dylan Ross.” From the glint in his eyes, I could see the wheels turning in his head while making a guess. From what I gather, he only knows about his family and the girl he was dating.

“I’m glad that you are not that stupid.” I click my tongue in disappointment. “You really should’ve done your investigation. You have committed the same mistake as your father. Look where he is now– burning in hell along with the other fools like him.”

His eyes widened, a scowl formed in his face. “You! You’re the one who killed my dad!” He searched for something under his pillow. He stilled, knowing it wasn’t there.

“Looking for this, ragazzo?” I showed him the gun that he had hid under his pillow. I took them out right when I sneaked inside his bedroom. I considered it first that he was hiding a weapon. It was normal for people like us to do that.

He scowled even more. He gritted his teeth, fists clenched in rage. The next second, he lunged at me knowing the risk he was taking. He was half naked and had no weapon yet still dared to attack me.

I was quick enough to evade. He fell down from the bed and swiftly got up right away and continued his punches and kicks. I calmly evaded them all. It would be interesting to return his hits. As much as I want that, I could not afford to worsen the state of my wound. I already forced the doctor to let me be discharged earlier in the hospital. I was itching to do this job and get it over with. But of course, I cannot be me without the usual games I play. Rage was consuming me as soon as I woke up and with all Franco had reported me, I was already growing impatient. They didn’t stop me. No one could anyway.

“Tired?” I asked in mockery, a smirk formed in my lips. The gun is still in my hand, waving it around as if to ridicule him.

He was already growing tired by the way he was breathing heavily. He was scowling at me, frustration evident in his face.

He scoffs. “Didn’t expect a woman like you to match me.” He follows a sneer.

My lips curl upwards. “No surprise there, really. You’d be more surprised though when you find out you’re the only one left here. All of your men are dead. Well, assuming you even get out of here alive.” I looked at him smugly.

Gritting his teeth, his scowl deepened. “I doubt that. You’re just a wannabe woman who tries to fit in this world full of men.”

I laugh. “You have no idea, ragazzo. Perhaps you should try taking your gun first before saying childish things.”

He lunged at me with no warning, taking my heed. He tried to grab the gun but I evaded and punched him in the face. He staggered back, his mouth bleeding. The impact caused my wound to inflict pain but I swallowed the discomfort.

We continued to throw hits and kicks, dodging as much as we could. The state I was in made his attacks close to hitting me. I tried to tease him as if I didn’t pay attention to the gun when he tried to sneak in by stealing but I pulled away just as fast. He was growing frustrated and his rage clouded his concentration which was only leading to his poor bearing and hits.

He steals glances on my abdomen from time to time and I knew that he was noticing my blood staining my white coat. I already felt it seeping out, the wet and sticky substance was only adding to my discomfort. I didn’t give him the privilege of showing him that. It will only add to his confidence that he can bring me down.

However, the pain wasn’t subsiding. I put extra strength in my punch, hoping it would be the last as he dropped swiftly to the ground, blood hurling from his mouth. I pointed the gun at him before he managed to turn his head back.

Without warning, he pounced at my bleeding wound and pressed his hand on it. I silently grunt in pain.