The Mafia Queen

Chapter 19

"W-What" Waylan stared at me.

"She's our sister dumbass, do we need to spell it out for you". Alexi rolled his eyes while still fucking hugging me.

"I heard what he said, asshole it's just." he sighed and looked down at his feet. If I didn't know any better, big bad Whaley is getting teared up. I don't understand why because I know he hates me for what reason I also still will never fully understand.

"So mom ran away to give birth to you, away from this hell hole." He looked up and tears were forming in his eyes.

"Waylan" Nickolai tried calming him down by placing a hand on his shoulder but he pushed it away.

"NO. OUR MOTHER LEFT US... SHE RAN AWAY TO HAVE YOU, I WAS TWO YEARS OLD, TWO FUCKING YEARS OLD I DON'T REMEMBER SHIT ABOUT HER. YOU SPENT EIGHTEEN FUCKING YEARS WITH HER AND YOU CAME HERE THINKING THAT THIS WAS ALL BUTTERFLIES AND FLOWERS. WE WERE PUSHED, TRAINED, AND BEATEN UP AT THE EARLIEST AGE OF THREE WHILE YOU GOT FREEDOM AND PROBABLY THE BEST CHILDHOOD EVER" He shouted in my face.

"You are delusional," He walked up to the door. I laughed. Everyone looked at me like I was a psycho. I pushed my head back laughing harder.

"Best childhood ever huh." I got up walking towards him.

"I guess the best childhood means hearing your mother get shot." My voice cracked.

"She's dead" Lev walked up looking at me.

"Yup Best childhood ever. She gave birth to me in Russia. We moved to New York, she found someone who got married to him and lived in a big mansion. He was very wealthy." I looked back at Matvey to see hurt written in his eyes.

"Seven years old. I was seven when she rushed me into the little hideout in the closet. I was seven, I didn't know what was going on. She kept telling me she loved me over and over again. Some random men came upstairs and shot her. After an hour or two I couldn't tell, I was stubborn and so I came out risking my own life. SEVEN YEARS OLD I SAW MY MOTHER WITH BLOOD ALL OVER THE FLOOR WITH A BULLET THROUGH HER HEAD AND YOU THINK I HAD THE BEST CHILDHOOD." I walked past them going to my room. Slamming the door closed I went over to my bed trying to calm down. I heard the door open.

Luka came into my view with hands in his pockets looking at me.

"What do you want?" I asked not looking him in the eye. He sat beside me wrapping an arm and bringing me closer into his chest.

"You can let it out" He placed his head on top of mine. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"But it will make me weak." I slowly said.

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power, crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth just can't explain how broken your heart is."I sniffed and looked up at him.

"When did you become so good with words," I said to him.

"I used to read a lot when I was young." He laughed. I liked his laugh, deep but it warmed me in a way a jacket couldn't. I smiled back at him.

"I made you smile." He said to me,

"I made you laugh and I think that goes for the win." He shook his head smiling.

"I didn't know this was a competition." He looked down at me.

"Everything is a competition." Smiling, I looked down, we went into a comfortable silence.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"For what, being a complete asshole."

"Well yes but I can't help myself but I'm sorry for what you went through." He chuckled.

"Did you hear?" I was kinda embarrassed.

"Yeah, I uh...the door was cracked open and I was umm... I was looking for an uhh.... a marble that I lost." I giggled at him trying to make up an excuse for listening to the conversation.

"What it's true." He said to me, I smiled.

"Well did you find it" I looked him in his eyes, they were beautiful.

"Well Umm," He cleared his throat.

"You don't have to lie and make up an excuse about how you were snooping."

"I wasn't snoop-" I glared at him

"Fine I was snooping but you were shouting pretty loud, so I came to see what was wrong." He looked me in the eyes.

"You care for me. That hard to believe"

He chuckled "Who wouldn't, I mean look at you drop-dead gorgeous, you're a total badass, you don't let anyone run your life and you're a gun nerd."

I groaned and fell back on the bed with my hands covering my face. "I'm not a gun nerd, I just love guns and know more about them than most people," I said, referring to Lev.

"Gun nerd" I felt him move, my hands were still covering my face.

"I think it's cute." I felt my hands being moved looking up. I met his eyes, realizing he was on top of me.

"I think it's really cute." His eyes trailed down to my lips.

"Do you say that to all girls?" I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"That they're cute, yes but you are a cute gun nerd." He smiled at me

"Mafia leaders aren't nice like this, they're fierce and mean." His smile faded away.

"And girls aren't so feisty and hard to get in bed." I pushed him off of me, he got up straightening his clothes out.

"I'm not a nerd, I prefer intellectual badass and I like challenges." I jumped off the bed stepping past him.

"So do I" He said under his breath after I walked through the door not knowing that I heard.