𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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"What the fuck did you do to her?"
The door handle slams into the wall behind me, most likely leaving a dent. That thought leaves my mind as I come face to face with the woman who has only brought me hell.
Her head jumps away from her computer, which is sitting on the coffee table in front of her, and her face scrunches up in confusion.
"Whatever do you mean, Silver?"
I let out a strangled breath, gripping at my hair as I paced back and forth in the room. Of course, she'll pretend to be innocent. There was a reason Serenity was so determined to leave last night, why she ended up crying in my arms until she fell asleep and was so choked up on her words.
My mother had to have something to do with it.
"Does she know?" I look her straight in the eye, my voice carrying only a demand. If Serenity knew, I was sure she wouldn't be acting how she was with me now, although I had to ask.
The woman in front of me looked alarmed. She pushes her glasses right up her nose and folds her arms over her chest.
"Does who know what, Silver?" Her tone was thundering, something that would make any other person recoil back and want to give answers—but I refrain from letting her claws dig under my skin, I wouldn't let her this time.
"Serenity. Don't act stupid. Did Elijah do something to her?"
Now she stands with a hardened face, my spine straightens and my fists clench beside me—almost ready to fight back on her wrath.
"Don't you blame my nephew for your issue. She is yours to deal with. If she knows, you fix it. Next week will be the last of this, Silver, and then we're done."
I shake my head, refusing to hear whatever she said.
"No," I jab a finger at her, "Serenity isn't a problem for me to fix. This shit has to stop, I refuse to be part of it any longer."
My mother seems shocked—for once. Her reaction was as if a bullet has passed through her body and hit her right where it shouldn't.
"Don't say that, Silver," Her voice was nothing but a whisper, a desperate whisper. Eyes pleading and wide, her legs carrying her closer to me only for me to back away with each step taken.
She stops, her gaze studying my features in a narrowed stare.
Something seems to click, a realisation. I frown deeply, glaring right at her. Before I could say a thing, she speaks up.
"You love her, don't you?"
Her words seem to fly straight through me. A flash of my past briefly passes through my eyes, her previous words echo in my mind.
