When The Sun Goes Down - A Midnight Mafia Novel

Chapter Nineteen

"Buon' anima."

"Alessio, I'm seriously not in the mood. Where is my Nicolo? Is he hurt? Did you let him quit? Was he arrested? Just tell me."

"Buon' anima is a pretty common phrase around these parts." He stood up and walked around the desk to be closer to me. He leaned against the desk. If I would have wanted to I could have reached out and felt his chest again, he was that close now. "It means rest his soul." He said simply. Casually.

So casually in fact that it made me furious. In a moment of stupidity I tried to slap him but he caught my wrist easily. "Let me go. Son of a bitch."

"Katherine." He sounded annoyed as he grabbed my other wrist too before I could try to pull away. "Calm down."

But I couldn't. My head was spinning. I wouldn't accept this, there was no way. "Fúck you! What happened?"

"It was supposed to just be a drop. But they knew about the war. That I wasn't even in the state. That our forces at home were weak. They saw it as an opportunity to make off with the drugs and not drop the dough."

"You don't even care! You talk about it so casually!"

"He knew the risks when he joined. We all did. It is unfortunate, and we have the utmost of respect for Nicolo."

"Oh so he's Nicolo now." I spat.

"Katherine-"

"You're disgusting." I tried to pull away. "This is all your fault!"

"Calm down-"

"Tell me." I demanded.

"Tell you what?"

"You have to tell me. To actually tell me. I won't believe it until I actually hear it. You have to say it." I needed to hear it.

He watched me for a few moments. The clocks ticked loudly in the background as we stood in silence. He kept his eyes focused on mine. "Nicolo is dead."

I pulled away from him and this time he let me. I stumbled backwards away from him as if I had been shoved. "This is all your fault."

He didn't say anything, just continued to watch me with a cautious edge.

"You may see death everyday but I don't! He was damn near all I had left and you took him from me you bastard!"

"I didn't-"

"I hate you- you- you-"

"What Katherine? What am I?" He snapped suddenly.

"You're a murderer." I yelled. It sounded like the worst possible thing I could accuse a person of but he rolled his eyes.

"I am the head of a fúcking mafia. Of course I'm a murderer!"

"Oh God." I groaned and put my hands to my head. "Oh no. Oh God." I looked up sharply. "When?"

"About a week ago. No more than eight days...nine at most."

"You don't even know when?" I gasped. I hated him. I really did.

"I wasn't here Katherine. And I'm sorry for that."