Entangled With The Mafia Lord

I stared blankly at Tristan and after a few seconds, he decided to elaborate more. “When we all got out, Nicole was really excited to see her twin, only that as she approached Nicolas, Nicolas turned away from her and told her not to touch him. He said the same thing to Esther. I think those people really fucked with his head.”

God. I tugged on my hair strands hard before glancing at Nicolas. He was leaning against a separate rock, the night breeze blew his white hair around. I couldn’t see his face clearly but I figured he’d be glaring at nothing at the moment.

“Maybe he just needs time? Or he probably feels too dirty at the moment? Think about it.” I said to Tristan, hoping to God that the answer to the puzzle be one of those options up there and nothing too serious. Tristan only shrugged before replying.

“I don’t know, man. I really don’t know.”

After a few minutes, Tristan broke the silence. “So those people actually did um, the Xobra gang actually molested Nicolas?”

I gritted my teeth in suppressed anger, there was no use being angry at the moment since there was nowhere for me to lay my anger onto. I didn’t bother replying because I knew Tristan knew what happened.

When I went in to get Nicolas in exchange for the diamond, I went in with a microphone chip at the back of my ear while my hair covered it from people’s eyes. Tristan and Daven heard all the conversations that went on between the sick fuck and I, that was the whole plan. Tristan just doesn’t want to believe it.

I don’t want to believe it too.

“Christ, he’s just sixteen, Auden.” Tristan whispered, the pain evident in his voice choked a particular spot in my heart and I felt my eyes water out of nowhere.

“Don’t I know that?” I asked aguishly before continuing, “Believe me when I say we’re going to have revenge on them, for what they took from our baby siblings, and the unnecessary problems they’ve caused.” My voice hardened on the promised threat and I clenched and unclenched my fingers while trying to calm my erratic beating heart.

“Where’s Lucas? Isn’t he supposed to be here by now?” Tristan asked.

I dug out my phone again and dialed Lucas’ number, and he answered the phone on the second ring.

“Where the fuck are you, Lucas? Get your ass here this instant. We’re supposed to be away from here already.” I snapped into the phone without waiting for him to get a word in.

“We’re trying to be as sneaky as possible, they are some suspicious men lurking outside some cars in the direction where your plane crashed. Also the policemen are one their way, likewise the firemen, I’m trying to avoid them all.”

“Shit.” I cursed under my breath. How could I have forgotten about something as important as that? Of course the police were going to be on their way, likewise the firemen crew since the aircraft was still currently burning and a part of my mind is sure the bomb I threw out the window was burning something at the moment too.

We have to get out of here as fast as possible before the police gets here, I don’t have time for interrogations and shits at this point.

“Just hurry, will you? Before the police get here.” I said to Lucas before ending the call and shoving my phone back into my pocket.

I headed towards Nicole and sank into a kneeling position before her. Her hands were no longer covering her face, neither was she crying, thankfully.

“Hey Nicole.” I mumbled softly as I stroked my fingers through her hair with my left hand while my right hand took her left hand in a light grip.

“Why won’t Nicolas let me touch him? What happened to him?” She asked immediately, her voice coming out as low as possible and still managing to break along the line. She squeezed my fingers when I didn’t reply and my stroking of her hair flattered for a second when I felt two fat tear drops fall on my hand. She was crying again.

“Hey now, stop crying, will you? He’s home now. I told you I was going to bring him back home, didn’t I?” I said to her softly but only got more tear drops falling on my hand in reply.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Shit.

All these emotional craps are stressful as fuck.

“Why won’t he let me touch him, Auden? My twin was never like that. He has never, ever acted that way. And I thought he was going to be hurt on seeing that I got hurt in his absence.” Nicole whispered before sniffling loudly and using the sleeves of her top to wipe her dripping nose.

I couldn’t tell her that Nicolas was currently fighting his own battles in his head at the moment to even notice if anyone else was hurt, now can I? I also can’t tell her what really happened to him, that’s up to Nicolas if he wants his twin to know or not.

“Nicole, Nicolas is hurting really bad at the moment, okay? I’m sure that’s why he’s emotionally unavailable at the moment. And I assure you that he doesn’t know that you got hurt, there wasn’t enough light for him to notice if you’re fine or not. Also your bandages are beneath your clothes, so he couldn’t have been able to tell that way.” I tried explaining to her as much as I could without revealing anything.

“He’s hurting really bad? What happened to him?”

And I guess that was the only thing she was able to grasp from all what I said up there, I thought to myself before breathing out a tired sigh.

“I’m sorry but I can’t tell you what happened to him, he’d tell you when he’s ready, yeah?” I said into her hair before dropping a kiss into her curls and pushing myself unto my feet.