Entangled With The Mafia Lord

“I don’t believe you.” I said to him after a few seconds of just staring at each other.

“Well that’s the truth,” He argued back immediately. I breathed out a sigh, there was no use trying to coax anything from Tristan, if he wasn’t ready to tell you what’s really happening, then it wouldn’t until whenever he feels like, I’ve known it was useless right from when we were growing up together but I just felt like he’d be more eager to share whatever was on his mind since I had a feeling it was related to what happened with Nicolas.

“Is Nicolas asleep?” I asked instead, purposely dropping the topic about why he was sitting in the dark and obviously deep in thoughts before I walked in.

“I checked last when I escorted Nicole upstairs to help her check out her healing wound and make sure she used her drugs. He wasn’t asleep then, but he also didn’t acknowledge my presence even though he was obviously, clearly awake so I left him be… I figured you’d come check up on him again, I’m sure he’d be more responsive to you.” Tristan explained while rubbing his hand on the rug slowly.

Yeap, it wasn’t hidden news that Nicolas liked me more, probably because they all look up to me, or maybe because I’m the oldest in the family and was supposed to automatically keep them all safe. They were all my priority, starting from Nicole all the way to Tristan who was always livid each time he noticed me fussing over him because apparently he was already old enough to take care of himself.

Apparently, Tristan and Nicolas were already old enough to take care of themselves in serious situations but we’d always never be always prepared for unexpected ambushes like what happened to Nicolas days ago at the gym, even though his bodyguard was with him, it still didn’t make a difference. Same with Nicole even though Tristan and the guards were all at home when it happened.

I was a hundred percent glad nothing happened to Tristan the day Nicole got shot, along with Daven. Lord knows I’d have gone crazy assuming that has happened.

I breathed out another long sigh, I need to take care of all our known and unknown enemies which I didn’t know existed until yesterday so my siblings can all be safe enough to go to school and not have this constant fear about getting ambushed or kidnapped or shot at.

“You’d be heading to bed soon, right?” I asked Tristan as I pushed myself until I was standing again and glanced down at him as I waited for an answer.

“I’m not sure, maybe. It’s nice here so I might be here all night. You just go to our brother.” Tristan replied quietly and I resisted the urge to sigh in irritation. Tristan was already old enough to make his own decisions years ago, so I left him to his thoughts as I made my way down the hall towards Nicolas’s room.

I knocked on the door a little before letting myself in and closing the door quietly behind me. The room was subdued in near darkness safe for the tiny round lights which were blue in color that lined all the edges of the roof of the room. I turned on the light and Nicolas’ thin form got exposed to my wandering eyes. He was wide awake and flinched when I turned on the light unexpectedly. He was sitting with his legs spread straight before him with his hands tugging on each other’s.

His once neat and drool worthy white hair which was always neat as fuck as if fall towards his neck or when its styled in a bun on his head, or when he braids it- it was always a sight to behold. The Nicolas staring blankly at me looked lost with his hair which resembled a bed nest due to how unkempt and rough it was, along with the part of his hair which was still tinged red, I knew immediately that he haven’t taken a shower yet- a shower I was a hundred percent sure he needed more than anything at this point.

“Hey Nicolas,” I called out softly as I sank down on his bed. He glanced sideways at me before looking away again. His bursted lips still looked nasty, along with the other wound he sustained on his face. I’d have to help him clean out those injuries since he wasn’t in any state to be doing anything by himself at this point.From NôvelDrama.Org.