Un/Traditional ( dark mafia romance)

Even if I tried.

Unedited as always.

This isn't a love story, why, you might ask. Well, because neither me nor Leon could conjure up such pure emo.

Our story can be best defined as struggle-- a struggle for power.

But is it even a struggle, knowing I will never be able to win.  I was powerless compared to him.

Power.

Leon has power, both physical and mental greater than mine. I feel it as Leon drags me away from the living room without much effort. I barely catch the slight nod Igor sends in my direction getting no chance to return his greeting.

Still being pulled by Leon I struggle to match his pace. He lets go of me only once we enter our room.

"Get dressed" Leon orders.

And I do, as quickly as possible while he does the same but his movements aren't as rushed and clumsy as mine.
I pick up the first clothing article that I find and put it over my head forgoing bra and panties completely. They could wait.

I dress completely forgetting the fact that I am completely bare in front of Leon. Though technically he had his back turned to me so he couldn't actually see me.

After getting dressed, I wait for Leon  to get dressed as well, like a dog awaits his master. Waiting for his next command.

I try to calm myself . Breathing bit by bit, slowly exhaling and inhaling.

My mind is extremely overwhelmed, conjuring up various scenarios. So many questions ringing in my head.

Why was Igor here? Was the maid going to die? If so, why?  Why Would Leon kill her here? Wouldn't that ruin the white carpet? How many more people did I have to witness  dying before the ending of this day?

My head feels like it's going to burst.

Hesitatingly I force myself to speak "what are you?uh.... I mean what is going to happen to her...the maid?"  I clarify.
" Are you going to!?  Umm ... What I mean is, Is she going to !? I mean..."

"Am I going to what? Kill her?" He  asks but doesn't actually wait for me to reply. "Is she going to die . ..you mean." His tone holding a mild curiosity when he asks
"Do you really want to know the answer to that. Does it really matter to you?"  He still has his back to me though now he is fully clothed, dressed in a  casual manner.

I frown, contemplating his question. Did it really matter to me. She was a stranger, a nobody, easily replaceable, just a blurred face in the crowd for me. I hadn't ever bothered to know her. So no, she really didn't matter to me at all. But there must be someone, someone for whom she might be irreplaceable. Someone who would wait for her call or for her to come home. Someone who loves her as much as I love my brother and sister.

She mattered.

But none of that mattered to Leon. His nonchalant attitude was proof of this fact. And this should be my behavior as well. I need get myself together. I can't be losing my shit over this. Over her.

This is a very cruel world.

Her fate had been sealed, since the day, she had started working for the mafia.

There is nothing that I can do to help her. At least that's what I tell myself.

She chose this path on her own. Her fault.

"So does it matter to you?" Leon inquires again, this time facing me, his usually expressionless face morphed into a slightly curious one. It's like he knows my internal turmoil, his  inquisitive eyes peering into my soul, waiting for me to beg him to not kill her. To tell him that every life mattered and he had no right in taking hers.

And I would have done just that, if this had been some stupid cliche book or a movie. Where the kind hearted female lead begs the male lead to spare the life of a certain nobody and the big bad male lead who has never done anything good in his life, agrees, why? Because he is changed due to the power of true love.

Bullshit.

This wasn't a book or a movie. It's real life and only the strongest survive.

So, I school my expression and answer the curious man by looking him straight in his eyes "It doesn't matter to me and neither does she. Just don't ruin the carpet. It looks really nice and your mother choose it especially for us. I would hate for it to be ruined." I finish sending him a slight smile even though, the words coming from my mouth felt like venom.

I fucking hate that carpet along with everything in this penthouse, I mumble inside my head while still keeping my eyes locked with Leon awaiting his reaction.

His eyes scan my face subtly for a few seconds and I feel a headache forming as pain travels from my eyes to the back of my head.

Leon finally acknowledges my answer with a nod and slight hum. His face once again forming his signature expressionless look. But the sudden tightening of his jaw gives his emotions away. He is surprised by my response. Well heck even I'm surprised too homie so that's ok.

He is the first to break eye contact as he straightens himself and I have no idea whether my answer satisfied him or not. If he is surprised then was it a good surprise or a bad one. A part of me doesn't really care. But the smart part of my brain does and searches his face for any clues but I find none . So I look away from him walking out of the closet.

He follows behind me as I get settled  on the bed. Going to the drawers Leon takes out the gun he always carries with himself and puts it on his waist. And for a second I wonder whether this is going to be the gun ending that girl's life.

Would one day it end mine? This thought scares me.

And sends a  cold shiver down my spine.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Leon questions, now standing in front of me, bringing me out of my horrible thoughts.

"No" I reply a bit shocked by my own honesty. "I'm sorry but could you repeat that" I ask smiling at him hesitatingly.

He stares at me for a second and I'm quite certain that I am about receive an insult but to my surprise I don't.

"I said that your father has invited us over for brunch tomorrow, so get some sleep and don't wait for me. I'm going to come in late. Good night" He leans in kissing me on top of my head and quietly exits the room without a second glance.

"Night" I say as  I lay my head on the pillow.

I try to sleep but the maid's tear filled face comes in front of my eyes as I close them. So I don't instead choosing to stare at the ceiling telling myself that she couldn't have been saved even if I had tried.

But the tears leaking from my eyes and the guilt in my heart say otherwise.

And that's a wrap for today. I know that I haven't updated in a while and for that I apologise. To all those who are asking me whether I am going to continue this story or not. The answer is yes this story is going to continue. I will try to update as much as possible but I can write only when I'm inspired so please understand. Also I hope all of you and your family are healthy during this pandemic.

Have a nice day or night wherever you are and don't forget to vote, comment and follow.

*Ends ranting*