TW: Mention of killing, pedophilia, and rape.
"Life is not just about revenge. You must come to terms with the fact that you might not get your payback. You said you are over their death, but your mindset says otherwise, Dario. Give yourself a break and see past death and blood for a moment." I whispered, fearing that I would cry if I talked in the same tone as I usually do. I did not want my voice to quiver.
He turned his head to look at me with such an unexplainable expression, and I finally lost it. My tears fell down, and I could and did not control them. His hand, warm from the bath water, brushed over my cheek and wiped the tears away. "Why are you crying, Bambi?"
"Because I want you to see the good in the world," I wailed.
"Believe me, I am looking right at it right now."
His reply made me choke on my own saliva, making me ease up a bit. He grinned. "You smooth motherfucker." I shoved his shoulder lightly and laughed at the cringy line he fished out of an old book for sure.
After a moment of comfortable silence between us, he cleared his throat, gaining my full attention. "But you see this scar on my chest?" He pointed it out on his left side, and I nodded. "This made me realize that I am a cold-blooded monster who does not deserve your company right now."
"Why not?"
"Because a seven-year-old boy did this to me, I do not blame him. I earned it. I even deserve death for what I did."
"Why did the boy do that?" I asked, shocked at his revelation. Did I want to know?
"Because I murdered his padre, and the young fella witnessed everything. I did not notice the boy lurking near their backyard when I finished my business until the knife was deep in my chest. He screamed at me sanguinario assassino, bloody murderer, which I am, and punched me with his tiny hands. I did not feel the knife, let alone his punches, so I let him do whatever he wanted."
"Even though his dad was a fucking pedophile and rapist, I regretted killing him in front of his son. The father might have been a disgusting human being to the world, but from the boy's reaction, he was a good father. From that moment on, I took an oath to care for every family with children I had destroyed before."
"I helped them financially and let them move countries if it made their sorrow of finding out their person was a bad dead man less painful. Since that day, whenever I wanted to finish off a sinful man, though I am a sinner myself, I would take him to a secluded house and take care of him there, away from his family. Then I would send our condolences to them with funds that would keep them on their feet for decades."
"Money doesn't solve the mental scars you inflict on them." I did not know what to make of his confession. I knew from the start that Dario was no saint, but hearing him say that he was a murderer, and still is, makes me sick to my core.
I could no longer lie to myself about my growing attraction for him, but this definitely created a stop sign to gather myself around him. I needed to check all junctions before moving forward with my feelings.
"I am well aware, yet this is the only way I could help them. I cannot stop what I do since I do the police's dirty work."
Why? I wanted to scream and possibly slap him, but I thought twice before asking.
"Have you ever killed an innocent person?" I felt scared of his answer to this question, but I had to ask it. I could not stay another second with a heartless person.
He did not miss a beat when he shook his head. "Never. Only rapists, pedophiles, and serial killers, all based on the police's requests. I am doing these favors to repay them for keeping a blind eye to my unsound methods. I am good to go as long as I don't hurt innocent people in the process. It's a twisted and horrid world, but it is my world, Bambi. I am sorry if you had other expectations of me, but this is me. A cold bloodied monster. I would understand if you leave now and go back home, but just so you know, you are the good in my world these days."
"What about your family?"
Did I seriously ask that? But it made me feel better knowing he only killed the bad guys in the world. He indirectly saves many innocent lives.
"I did not choose my family, even though I love them to death. However, you are the best addition to my life right now, and as weak as I might sound, I would be devastated if you left."
His eyes were screaming at me to stay, and as he leaned forward, placing his palms on my cheeks, I unconsciously leaned in. I closed my eyes when his lips were hovering over mine and waited for them to collide. "Omg, it's finally happening!" someone whispered-yelled, and I opened my eyes, startled, to stare into Dario's eyes in mortification.
"Shush, they're about to seal the deal!" Another voice said. "Great, now they stopped. You fucking idiota, Abramo!"
Dario and I snapped our necks toward the door and saw Mattia and Abramo sitting on the floor, crossed-legged, smiling at us. "Don't stop at our expense. Keep going." Abramo's smirk made my hand slip while holding the tub, and my body slammed into Dario's lower front in the water. I felt a thing that I should not have felt.
Shit.
I jerked up, completely flustered and wet, and knocked Dario's back with the wall by mistake. He winced at the impact of his wound.
Double shit.
"I am so so sorry, mi dispiace, Dario. Are you okay?" I asked over the loud laughter in the background.
They are dead.
"Yeah, but they will not be okay as soon as I get out of here!" Dario yelled at Mattia and Abramo, and their eyes widened in fear. They stood up and wanted to flee the scene, but I beat them to it and grabbed them by their jackets, making them fall down.
"We are sorry! What would you have done in our situation? Wouldn't you keep watching the free porno show?" Abramo asked as they sat before me on their knees like guilty children.
"Hell no! I would have left! But first, I would have knocked... on the main door outside! How did you get in here when I am damn sure I locked the door?" I asked with crossed arms. I was livid, but Dario seemed angrier than me. He got out of the tub and wore his bathrobe.
"Enola let me borrow the keys," Mattia confessed when he looked everywhere but our eyes.
"You mean you stole them from her when she was not looking. I know my sister; she only uses it for emergencies, which has never happened before," Dario exclaimed and walked past them. He came back a second later with a baseball pat.
Abramo's and Mattia's eyes widened again, and I chuckled at their priceless expressions. "Siamo così fottutamente dispiaciuti, capo. Non lo diremo a nessuno." I instantly grabbed my phone once I heard Italian and translated what they were saying.
[We are so fucking sorry, boss. We won't tell anyone.]
"Il problema è che non ci hai fatto finire, non che hai visto!" Dario replied as he slammed the pat on the floor near their legs, and they flinched.
[The problem is that you did not let us finish, not that you saw!]
I blushed at his statement and decided to flee the scene.
What could have happened if they did not interrupt?
A kiss, of course, but what else?
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20.08.2023
I am still laughing!!! Dario is becoming bolder hehe
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