Dressed To Kill

Chapter 11- Reunion

I wander my gaze over his tattooed hands and discover the rings that adorn his hand. however, only the big silver one with the engraved C attracts my attention.

"Since when?", I ask, still focusing on the metal, sounding a little upset.

"How long have you been an official member of the Sicilian Mafia?", I continue after a few seconds of silence.

I hear Darius letting out a breath and I turn my gaze away from his hands and look into his face.

"It is not how you think it is...", he answers, sounding like he would be genuinely sorry.

I let out a laugh while shaking my head.

Is this a fucking joke to him?

Darius gives me a confused look and raises one eyebrow.

"Really? It is not how you think it is? That sounds like a sentence you would say to your high school girlfriend if she finds out that you are cheating.", I answer, while rolling my eyes.

What happened to him?
He has always stood behind his decisions.

"I mean it. You always knew that I am faithful towards Adriano and the Sicilian Mafia. This is just a way to show it. Nothing has changed and he knows that. I work for him but I am still not part of the Mafia and I never will be. I am an ally and nothing more what means that I won't work against him but also not only for him. I am the best assassin in this fucking world and I can do whatever the hell I want.", he says, sounding confident.

"You know me, Amara. Only because I do not dare to disrespect him he doesn't control me. Of course he could try it but he needs me as much as I need him and Adriano wouldn't risk our relationship.", he continues.

For some reason my gut tells me he's not lying, so I decide to believe him, which enlightens me a little.

"Good because I haven't seen you in years but in this time I haven't once met a person who stands behind his decisions like you and if you start not giving a shit about your own believes I do not have a inner voice anymore who tells me to stand up for myself.", I clarify, telling him a half lie.

There is still one person who always reminds me that I am worth it but I just do not want to hear this voice inside my head anymore.

Still, it is true that Darius helped me in dark times without even being by my side.

This man deserves so much more.

Nobody should have the childhood he had especially not him.

Even though he is now standing in front of me and has a demeanor that makes you either worship or fear him, I still see the boy I once knew and was such a pure soul.

But at that time he was already too deeply entangled in this world, just I never wanted to admit it.

He was never allowed to be a child.

We all weren't.

It's only now that I'm realizing that I've never called Darius a friend. Neither in my head nor around Vivian or anyone else.

However, when I think about who he is and what he means to me, it would immediately come to my mind that he is my friend. But we haven't seen each other for so long and never spent time together in the last years so how could he be that for me and how could I be his friend?

Don't friends have to be the ones who are always by your side or is this just a metaphor? After all, my entire life I've had my enemies closer than the people I loved.

However, one has to keep in mind that these terms are not that different from one another.

We can never tell who our friend is and who our enemy so we have to be vigilant and hope that the people we'd jump in front of a bullet for aren't the ones behind the gun.

The assassin stubs his cigarette out and I can see the corner of his mouth rising slightly.

In our world you do not hear often that you are important to someone even if it is only indirect, so I know that these words just meant everything to Darius and I also feel this way about seeing him.

I flick my cigarette away and then look into his dark eyes, while crossing my arms over my chest.

"So? What are you going to do? Drag me into the car and bring me to Adriano so he can torture me for my misbehavior?", I ask, raising an eyebrow, the last word dripping with sarcasm.

"No, Amara. I have something else in my mind.", he says, grinning at me.

What?

I frown at the man and watch him passing me and walking to my car. Darius takes a key out of his pocket and opens it.

"Really, you have a key?", I ask, glaring at me.

"Of course I do.", he says, while opening the driver seat.

I feel stupid for believing he wouldn't have one.

"I won't get into the car without knowing what we will do!", I say.

"Really? Now you are scared? What could the worst thing possible be that I could to do you. I cannot kill you so there are only about a thousand ways to torture you and I think that would be a waste of time. It isn't fun if the other person enjoys the pain and I also think that we could use our time better.", he says, his grin getting even huger.

"Good point but you know that I am not scared of what you could do. I just like to be prepared so tell me what Adriano has planned.", I command.

"Adriano? He has nothing planned. He is gone for the next days and he told me to bring you back to the penthouse safe and that is exactly what I am gonna do. But he didn't say when I have to bring you back.", he replies.

"You want to break the rules?", I answer raising an eyebrow, smiling broadly.

"No, just bending them.", he answers.

"What do you have on your mind?"

"You are strong but even for you the time that will now come is going to be hard and I want you to remind you who you are without the Mafia", he explains.

"There is no me without the Mafia!", I reply.

"Are you so sure about that because I see that completely different.", Darius says, giving me a little smile.

"Your family's business is nothing without you and there are no other heirs so you are the future but you are definitely not nothing without the Mafia. The business needs you not the other way around.", he continues.

I let out a breath and look him deep into his eyes, searching for something that tells me he doesn't believe in what he has just said.

"If he finds out he will torture us both.", I finally say, giving in.

"Good that he won't. So, are you in or should I drive you back to the penthouse", he asks.

"I drive.", I clarify and the man steps aside, smiling at me.

"I would be disappointed if you wouldn't", he answers while I get into the car.

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