Entangled With The Mafia Lord

My eyes watered at what the dude was spewing to me, just how many times was the deed done to my brother? And how many people did- I paused my thought, forcing my brain to halt at that moment to save me from doing something that could fuck everything up in an instant.

“Shut up your stupid mouth and hand my brother over so I can hand this diamond to you and we can part ways this instance.” I roared at him, pointing my gun at him in warning. On realizing what I just did, I pulled my hand down but didn’t bother tucking the gun back into my shirt, I was too pissed.

He chuckled before spreading his hand wild, his silver gun dangling from his index finger, “C’mon, I thought you wanted to shoot me too. I’m all yours, shoot me if you want to.” He laughed loudly as if what he said to me just now was funny. Too bad I couldn’t take him up on his offer because I just know doing that would lead me deeper into this shit.

I dug my free hand into my pocket and brought out the small case holding the diamond in it.

“Who are you working with?” I asked after throwing the box at him.

“My boss.” The man absently replied as he sniffed the box before kissing and licking the top of the box, this guy was sick in the head. I said to myself as I turned around to go to my brother before pausing in my tracks after really taking in the dude’s reply.

His boss?

The fuck?

“You have a boss?” I turned back around immediately to demand of him.

“Oh yeah, I do,” He mutter absent-mindedly, his nose moving over the top of the box to sniff on it like a dog. If I knew this was how he was, I’d have coated the whole box with poison.

“Where’s he?” I asked.

“He’s not here for now.”

I quickly went towards Nicolas and gently pulled him to his feet. He wobbled to the side a little, his head falling to the side. A quick glance at his neck revealed a few punctured spot.

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Was he drugged up too?

What the actual fuck?

“I actually thought you were wiser than turning your back at your enemy, what if I decide to shoot you right now?” The dude drawled, tsking his tongue disapprovingly.

I shook my head a little to stop the ringing in my ears and turned around with my hands supporting Nicolas at his waist, his head was resting on my shoulders, my heart dropped in my stomach when I felt his fingers squeeze my shirt.

Nicolas was strong, Nicolas was bold, Nicolas would never have accepted this kind of help assuming he wasn’t in this kind of position and it broke me to realize that it was all my fault that this was happening to him at the moment.

I blinked my eyes a little to stop the tears from slipping out as I gave him the finger when words refused to come out from my throat. I swallowed emptily and promised.

“I promise to come back for you and end you, mark my word.” I said to him as I turned around and walked slowly since Nicolas was barely lifting his legs. I wanted to lift him in my arms but forced myself not to, in order to save him some face before the sick fucker behind us.

The chopper with everyone in it except the guards and Tristan was sitting exactly where we left it. Tristan showed up before us, I noticed his stance flattened on sighting us walking tentatively. A tear slipped out his eyes but he wiped it immediately and bit on his lips to avoid a sob from escaping as I tentatively handed Nicolas to Tristan.

Nicolas didn’t want to let go of my shirt but I bent and whispered into his ears.

“Hey, it’s only Tristan. He’s taking you into the chopper away from here, alright?” My voice wavered and broke along the way due to how dangerously close I was to crying.

Nicolas still wasn’t opening his eyes, he only nodded his head slowly before slowly releasing his hold on my shirt. Tristan sniffed just once before sweeping Nicolas into his arms like a baby and heading into the chopper. I didn’t miss the way Nicolas’ lips fell open in silent pain and the single tear that slipped out his eyes at being lifted that way, nor did Tristan’s.

Tristan’s wet eyes met mine before he climbed up the stairs slowly and disappeared into the chopper.

I turned around and gestured to Daven who stood a few feet away from me to come forward. Daven who couldn’t not get emotional most times was wiping at his eyes with his sleeves.

“Go start up the chopper, yeah?” I paused, my hand holding his face in my two arms. “And don’t go in crying, wipe those tears off.” I caught one teardrop on my thumb before rubbing the rest off with my knuckles.

Daven nodded his head in understanding and made to do as I ordered before exiting into the chopper too. I glanced around. We were at a warehouse and there were bright lights situated on the walls which were pointing directly at us. Whoever was watching us from anywhere is having a very clear view at the moment.

I turned around and glanced around one last time before making my way into the chopper and shutting the door carefully behind me. The guards would have taken the cars back home already, I’m sure.

Nicole and Aria were in one of the rooms in the chopper with Esther and one other guard guarding them, I was glad because I didn’t want anyone else to see Nicolas the way he was at the moment.

I felt the chopper lift up and soared into the air right before I heard Tristan shouting my name from the second room. He was on the bed with Nicolas lying down and his shirt cut open.

Right on his chest was a ticking bomb strapped to his chest.

Three more minutes until the bomb was going to blow up.

Fuck.

I scrubbed my hands over my face in dejecting frustration as I took in how beaten up Nicolas looked. I took another step into the room and fell on the floor with the way the chopper wobbled left then right then left again. Just then, a loud sound sounded like the chopper was being shot at followed by another, and then another.

Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.