It's been a little over three weeks since the Russians took Aliyah. At this point I'm numb. Every waking moment is a living hell. Izzy tried to get me out of the house thinking it would do me some good — long story short I almost killed someone and now they're in the hospital with a severe concussion. Mom thought I was off my meds and hired a 24-hour nurse to "watch me".
I'm currently playing COD seeing that I'm too blinded by anger to go outside, the actual words spoken were "You're a danger to the civilians for this country" not the fucking state, the country. My unpaid therapist Santiago said I need to find a way to manage my anger so if I can't physically cause pain, COD is closest to it.
When I was about to claim victory, my screen went blank. I look to my left to see Alex with the plug hanging in his hand.
"What the fuck man?" Anger laces my voice.
"Welcome back to civilization where you learn to interact with people like your friends." I have the sudden urge to slit his throat as the sarcasm dripped off his tongue.
"Hello, my dear friend, what the fuck do you want?" I say with a bored expression.
"We found her dipshit."
"Okay." My tone clipped. Without saying anything else we head to the office.
"Enzo-"
"No." I cut my dad off and before he could speak, I spoke. "Normally I would have a plan and do things the rational way, calculating the situation and seeing the best way to go about the situation. Now, all I want is for them to feel our anger, thus we're going in without a plan."
"Figliolo, c'è un modo in cui possiamo farli sentire la nostra rabbia ma anche razionali."
Translate: Son, there's a way we can make them feel our anger but also rational.
"No mama, not this time." It breaks me when I see my mom's eyes filled with sadness. "You're dismissed."
After loading the SUVs and making sure that everyone had their earpieces and bulletproof vest, we left the mansion and began the two-hour drive.
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I think it's been three weeks here with the Russians and surprisingly I'm enjoying it. Some Russians aren't that bad and I made friends with Mal and the Russian guy that doesn't speak English.
My head turns when I hear the metal door opening. "Hey kiddo."
"Hey Mal, how's your wife?" Taken back by my question he looks at me trying to read me.
I put my hand up in surrender, "There's no motive. Just a simple question."
"Look, I've been here for what — like three weeks, I thought we would be friends by now. Not asking for you to trust me but it wouldn't hurt to trust your enemy knowing her people are probably gonna kill all of yours when they find her." I smile makes its way on her face when he sighs.
"Look kid, I don't even trust these men so why should I trust someone like you?"
"Someone like me?" I asked with a raised brow.
"Italian." He says like it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world.
"Listen here, I might be Italian but one thing I know for sure is that my people who burn this whole place down" I motion with my hands, "just to prove a point to your kind. If you trust me, you and your family will be unharmed."
"You didn't just threaten my fam-"
"Shh, I didn't threaten you nor your family, I was just simply telling you the pros of trusting me, and believe me when I say stand against me and you will be your family's downfall."
Sighing, Mal asked, "Okay say that I trust you, what is it for you, and what will happen if I were to break my allegiance with you?"
"For one, I just want you and your family safe from Petrov, and if you were to break your allegiance with me... you never will because you my friend is too smart to put your loved ones in danger."
"But what if I did?" He pushed.
"Easy, your wife will watch you die then your kid will watch their mom's life drain for her eyes."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yes, now how to seal this new allegiance?"
"Pass me the knife." He hands me the knife.
"You have an oath to swear to. Repeat after me."
"I, Malin Volkov, a loyal soldier of the Russian mafia, break my life oath with the Russian mafia today as I stand before Aliyah Smith of the Italian mafia. I renounce my allegiance with the mafia I was born into to stand with the Italian mafia to protect and serve."
Cutting the middle of my hand after the oath was said, letting my blood drip on the white shirt they gave me a few days ago. Mal repeated the oath and cut the middle of his hand without any hesitation.
"Congrats." I smiled, hugging me.
"Come down, kiddo." He patted my back.
The moment we part from each other the metal door is busted open and it's no other than the one and only Lorenzo.
"Move the fuck away from her." The gun was pointed directly at Mal's chest.
"Lorenzo." My voice cracks as tears burn my eyes.
"Ali, come." His voice is void of any emotions.
"You can't kill him, he made an allegiance with me. He can't break it."
"I don't care."
"He's under my protection."
"With what army Ali? Be real right now he's better off dead."
"You know better than to ask that question and Lorenzo, he has a family. He's doing it to protect his family so if you want to kill him, kill me." I stand in front of Mal with determination.
"He's worth losing your life?" He asked through clenched teeth.
"Depends, are you gonna shoot?" He lowered his gun with a frustrated sigh.
"Just- let's go." With a smile, I walked out of the room not before Mal stopped me.
"Breaking up with me soon, thought our three weeks friendship meant something to you."
Running over to him, I whispered, "Bye mi amigo, I'll be in contact, and about you and your family-"
"Yea, I know we're in good hands." He kissed the top of my head not before whispering, "Bye kiddo."
