All Chapters of Mafia's Dangerous Addiction: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For a minute, all was silent. My mind reeled as the name rang a bell. Don Al. He was the first person we had seen in that ball. The man who had told dad that he was late for the toast.Vector let go of me, then turned to Alvin, his brows furrowed. "Don Al? Don Al is dead?"Alvin nodded slowly, and I waited for the outburst. He would probably flip. Maybe someone was threatening him. Maybe...Vector broke into a small laughter, his hands clapping once. I turned to him, surprise filling me up. I thought Don Al was his ally?"What is funny?" I asked, my eyes taking him in.He turned to me with a smile. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. Let's go home.""But Vector, I thought he was your ally?""Yes, was. He is dead now."My lips parted. "Shouldn't you be more... sad? Rattled? What if someone killed him to get to you?"He shrugged. "I'd say he missed. Terribly." I blinked, and he turned to Alvin, his fingers dismissive. "Send me the funeral details, and I will try to attend if I hav

"That's a lie," I blurted without thinking, my eyes wide. "Your brother was responsible for killing Vector's best friend. He said...""You believe Vector? Really? He killed your father who served him for years and even helped him with some of his unspeakable acts and you think he gives a damn about a fucking best friend?"I swallowed. It didn't make sense. At all. Vector seemed thoroughly hurt. So hurt that I had seen myself in his eyes. They don't lie. That pain I saw... it doesn't lie."Why did Vector kill Ivan, then? Make it make fucking sense, Alvin.""He blames him...""Why? Why would he blame him for slmething Vector did himself? Why would he...""Red! Are you really defending Vector now? Are you really doubting what that scum of a man can do?""No, that's not it, but let's be objective. Vector would never lie about his involvement in the death of anyone. He has said it to my face so many times that he doesn't regret killing my father. There is no way he would lie to me about s

The TV came on again, and I watched, my eyes wide. It was a video, and Vector was standing right at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a white suit as usual, his hair flipped to one side. His beard was much less trim, and he looked less calm, more roguish. His gun was pointed at someone whose back I could only see, and I swallowed.That must be Ivan."How dare you fucking touch her?""She is my wife. You both know...""I will fucking kill you, Ivan! She was fucking pregnant with..." The video suddenly glitched. I swallowed, turning to Vector, whose eyes had grown even darker. The video came back on, and this time, the view was on the floor, like whatever camera it was, had fallen down. From the point of view, we could see a woman on the floor, Vector kneeling above her, his lips parted. My shoulders fell as I watched him. His forehead was ripped through with veins, his fingers trembling. The knees of his pants were soaked with blood, and his gaze was unfocused. "Emma," he sai

"Vector."He gave a small laugh. "I will take that as a yes. I will see you later."He stood up and walked away, leaving me standing there in the midst of the mess. The blood on the floor, the guns, the wine glasses, and the fallen TV. Slowly, I went down, my hand wrapping around me, my eyes wide.It was getting harder and harder to focus on simply revenge when it felt like with every attempt I made, I was digging deeper into a labyrinth I knew I didn't want to be in. Like I was digging deeper into something that would completely wreck me.I closed my eyes even tighter, my chest heaving hard. For a while, I just sat there, organising my thoughts. It only seemed to scatter more as I tried to put it together, and I pushed myself to a standing position. I walked to my room, then locked myself in and sat on the floor, my eyes wide. I turned to the glass, my chest heaving. What was it about I, my mum and Emma? I have never known any of them, especially Emma. What would bring us together,

I watched the sunset, the food they had brought in going cold. I was feeling extremely weak and rather hot inside, but something else was driving me rather than the leisure of health. I swallowed hard, my chest lightly heaving, my eyes wide.Slowly, I stood up. I didn't have a lot of presentable clothes, but the black dress and the blue dress that Vector had given me were still sitting there, with my other things.I weakly stood up from the edge of the bed and walked to the dresser. To my surprise, it was now equipped with all sorts of things, from combs to dryers and rollers. On top of the dresser was the phone Vector had talked about.I gave a small sigh and sat down, then combed my hair down, then curled the edges. I brushed up my face and used a light pink lipstick, and it helped in hiding just how pale I was.I slowly wore the black dress, then watched myself in the mirror. I didn't need the jewellery or shoes. It looked perfect the way it was, and I swallowed, my chest lightly h