MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET

28: STAINED WITH SINS

AUTHOR'S POV

Moscow, Russia,
04:02 am

Alaric closed the door of his bedroom with a soft click, finding his mother standing a few steps away. Concern was printed all over her face as she saw how Alaric brought a girl to the family mansion. No one has had before, plus a girl in a condition like that.

She walked to him straightening his posture by his shoulders. "Is this the girl you were searching for?" She asked.

Alaric nodded. "I wish I was a little early." He looked into her eyes, which were the reflection of her piper orbs. All she witnessed was hurt. He had never put his guard down like this before. He almost sounded like a failure.

"We can't control the timings, my love. She's still breathing and the rest can be handled. She'll be alright, hmm?" She gave a slight squeeze to his shoulders earning a nod and a tight lip smile in response.

"Go, fix your condition. I'll send something to eat in your room." She added.

Alaric shook his head. "I'm not hungry, Mum. Do try feeding her instead. She needs to heal." He spoke in a requesting tone and turned towards the door next to his bedroom. "I'm exhausted." He dismissed locking the door behind a silent command to not disturb him.

His mother sighed calling out for housemaid to prepare something lite for Sybil while got the men to acknowledge her about Sybil's mystery.

Soon, she entered the room with a young lady besides her with a food trolley.

Sybil sat up immediately pulling the cover till her chin. "Easy, dear." Alaric's mother said sitting close to her on the bed tugging a stray hair strand behind her ear. "Alaric surprised me with his taste." She smiled admiring her beauty trying to make her feel home.

With a subtle gesture, she signaled the maid to serve the food, but Sybil shook her head, denying the offer without uttering a single word.

"I heard you are meeting your father tomorrow," Alaric's mother continued, her tone light and encouraging as Sybil finally met her gaze. "You don't want to look weak or stress your father, do you?" she asked sweetly, her voice filled with warmth and concern, hoping to uplift Sybil's spirits in this challenging moment.

Sybil shook her head. "How about you eat something and tell me about yourself?" She said holding a spoon of soup to her lips.

Sybil couldn't deny so she opened her mouth and drank. "Are you eastern russian?" She asked filling another spoon.

Sybil nodded. "I'm from Bereznik."

Alaric's mother fed her whole asking a few questions to distract her a bit. Sybil hesitated before speaking. "Ma'am, could you- could you please contact my father?" She asked looking at the mobile place beside her on the bed.

"I know how you feeling right now. But it's quite risky. It'll being trouble to your father if the number would get traced. It'll be a lot better if you wait and meet him in person. Alaric will make sure to vanish everything related to you from Moscow." She explained.

Sybil nodded sadly, there was a time she wanted to get recognition in Moscow. Wanted to shine but now she wants to hide from everyone.

"Rest for now; you have a long day tomorrow," Alaric's mother said gently, standing up after ensuring that Sybil had taken her medications. She watched Sybil, who nodded in response.

"Thank you ma'am." This time, Sybil attempted a smile, but it faded almost instantly, swallowed by the weight of her emotions. She felt too numb to act normal, as if a heavy fog had settled over her mind.