Pt.11

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N A D I N E

THIS WHOLE situation was complicated. I can't stop thinking about this whole thing. It doesn't make sense. After all this time, the Russians decide to do it now. Why now? Maybe because everyone was here and vulnerable- but how did they know?

How?

I've been waiting my whole life, for my dad to step down as king, but now that he has—not by choice, but regardless, it's my responsibility now. All the training, the beatings, the discipline, it all led to this very moment, but I'm still not ready...

Rue went to bed about an hour ago. It's nearly 1:00 in the morning. There are about 13 people of our Mafia left, but it's only kids and teenagers and semi adults, such as myself. All the "kids" were forced to stay down here while the "grownups" had their talks and meetings. And some of my guards are in Italy. There stationed there to watch over our casino.

Maybe searching the place one more time will clear my head.

Hopefully.

I grab my gun and check the chamber. It's full. The stairs creek under my feet, every step I take.

As soon as the door opens, the smell of blood fills my nostrils. I step over the bodies, stepping on a hand or foot every few seconds. It seems as though they're all scattered together. As if they didn't try-or fight back.

I walk up stairs and check all the rooms. The office is clear, as well as the bathrooms, meeting rooms, kitchens, garage, and the back lawn. My parents, Rue's parents, and the rest of the council aren't here. Why would they kill my whole Mafia—except the kids—but keep them alive? Well, that's if they are still alive.

The other weird thing is, is that Emilia was supposed to be here. My mom specifically said she would be here, but she wasn't. Strange- well actually, now that I think of it, she or her family, haven't attended the meeting for three years now.

That is strange.

The wind brushes my hair back and slightly blows my shirt. It's starting to snow. The grass has a frosted cover over it, and I feel like my fingers are about to fall off.

I close the door and go back down to the basement. Everyone's still sleeping- or I thought everyone was still sleeping. A girl with black hair, and tan skin, sits on the floor, her arms are holding her knees to her chest, and I hear her mumble a few things to herself. She has blue eyes, and is wearing a a crop top with sweatpants.

Kaylee.

I don't know how I remember her name, I just do. I think we had a knife class together, or maybe it was combat? I'm not sure.

"What were you doing?" She asks, her hands resting on her knees.

"I was just looking around." I answer. I put the lock on and set my gun on the counter.

She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, between her teeth, "Did you happen to find my sister, or Tommy?" She asks.

Her sister?

Oh, Beatrice.

How do I tell her?

Just go for it, I guess.

Okay, "No. I didn't. The place is clear, nothing but dead bodies." I say.

"It's fine. She probably just ran off somewhere." She scoffs. I look at her, knowing her sister didn't run off. They either killed her on the spot, or took her—Beatrice—along with my parents.

"You should sleep." I look down at her, dark circles under her eyes, her black hair slightly messy, as if she just woke up.

"Im not tired." She says, slightly struggling to get up.

I take a step back. "I'm not either, but it doesn't mean you shouldn't try."

"Trust me. I have already tried." I'm too high to go to sleep. I just need this to wear off." She looks around the room, and then back at me. She tilts her head to the side and gives me a smile.

She stands up and gently grabs my hand, guiding me to a bed in the corner of the room, away from everyone. She looks up at me, a desperate look on her.

"I'm bored and horny." She admits. I look away from her and scoff.

"Why would you think I'm the person to do this with."

"Because I know you can't catch feelings."

Can't

She's right. I guess if you're looking for an emotionless one night stand, I'm your guy. But if you want a relationship. Try Amazon or something.

"I can't, it would be like I'm taking advantage of you." I whisper, slightly leaning down into her ear.

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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 : 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧

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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 : 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧.𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

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