~Chapter 78~
ROO
Jas speedily drove the car into the garage and killed the engine, rushing to my side and reached out to help out of the car, but I raised a hand.
"Pick up Katya," I growled, wincing as I pushed myself out of the car. My back felt like it was on fire, the pain throbbing in ti with my beating heart.
Antonio had tried his best by stopping the bleeding but that didn’t stop the pain.
Jas was hesitant to leave , his eyes darting between and Katya, "I can still move, idiot"
My harsh glare and curse sent him scurrying to Katya’s side of the car. He gently lifted her out of the vehicle, cradling her in his arms, carefully.
My mind hasn’t been at rest since that cunning snake tried to kill his own child, like the fuck. I couldn’t wrap my head about what to feel about the situation, did he never love his daughter to the extent of wanting to kill her.
But why? My only logics is if Boris wanted her dead that ans and indicates that she knows sothing he wants and needed to be silenced.
Katya’s head lolled against Jas’ shoulder, her blinded eyes facing upwards with a slack expression. She was so still, her body stiff, making think she was waiting for sothing to happen.
Shaking my head at her reaction, I took a tentative step towards the front door, my legs still shaky from the pain coursing through my back I almost fell.
I was about to take another step when Antonio, the old man appeared by my side, his wrinkled hands grasping my elbow to steady .
"Lean on , Roo," he gravelly said, as he took so of my weight onto himself.
Shooting him a sideways glance, and he t my gaze with a stern expression, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in concern.
I knew that look all too well - it was the look that said, "You’re in trouble, young man." And I had no doubt that I was going to be on the receiving end of a stern lecture, or worse, a scolding that would leave my ears ringing, after I get a proper treatnt.
We approached the entrance and the two guards stationed outside snapped to attention. "Do you need any help, Mr. Antonio?" one of them asked, eyeing with a hint of alarm and fear.
Was it Samuel? No maybe tunner, well whatever his na was, wasn’t my priority at the mont as Antonio gave them a respectful nod, but declined their offer.
He pushed open the entrance, and we slipped inside, leaving the guards to wonder what was going on.
As we stepped into the foyer, the warm glow of the chandelier overhead enveloped us, giving a sense of calm which vibrated through every cell in my body.
Until.
"Roo!" My nonna’s voice pierced the air, shrill with worry, and I felt my heart sink.
I didn’t need this right now. Not when I was still bleeding a little from a gunshot wound and leaning on Antonio like a cripple.
Fuck no! I turned towards her. Her eyes, usually bright and sharp, were wide with alarm, and her thin lips were pursed in a tight line.
Forcing out a thin line smile at her, I tried pulling off Antonio helping grip on but that old man was damned determined for my nonna to see weak.
That old hag could sure use her wheelchair like a freaking car, I thought, watching as she expertly maneuvered her chair towards .
I had forgotten that she was still here, and now she was going to be over worried, fussing over like a mother hen, which she was but well you get the drill.
I didn’t need this. Not now. I was trying to process everything that had happened, and I didn’t need my nonna’s worry adding to the mix.
Taking a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for the onslaught of questions and concerns that was sure to co.
I don’t even know who told her about the double cross that happened but I have my suspicion to be the old man at my side.
"Nonna," I said, sounding so calm, but my voice ca out rough and strained. I winced, feeling the sharp pain shoot through my back, and Antonio’s grip on my elbow tightened, holding steady.
My free hand was suddenly grabbed, and the warmth from my my nonna’s small, wrinkled hand wrapped around .
I looked down at her worried face, her eyes scanning mine with a deep concern that made my heart ache.
Sure I acted like I don’t give a fuck about her but she was my nonna, my only grandmother who was still alive and cute
Eh?
She still gave a stern glare, her eyebrows furrowed in disapproval, but I could see the fear and worry lurking beneath the surface.
I sighed, feeling the sudden mix of emotions: frustration, guilt, and a hint of embarrassnt.
This gave her the upper hand, to bring in on the argunt for being in the Mafia.
Antonio helped towards the elevator while my nonna’s hand tightened around mine, holding steady as we walked.
We all piled into the elevator, Jas carrying Katya in his arms. She looked like a fish, her eyes wide open but unseeing, her face pale and drawn.
My grandma’s eyes widened as she took in Katya’s appearance, and I knew she was bound to ask questions.
"Who’s she?" my nonna asked Antonio, as she gazed at Katya with both interest and concern.
Antonio’s eyes flicked towards , seeking guidance on how much to reveal. I looked back at him, shrugging my shoulders in a gesture of uncertainty.
The elevator lurched into motion, carrying us smoothly towards our destination.
My nonna’s eyes never left Katya’s face, her gaze softening as she took in the girl’s stiff posture.
She reached out a hand, gently grasping Katya’s fingers, which were rigid even without the influence of the injection.
"What’s your na, dear?" my nonna asked, looking up at Katya with a kind smile.
I watched, fascinated, as Katya’s head snapped towards the direction of my nonna’s voice. Her eyes boring unto the air above my nonna’s head, as she tries to locate the source of the sound.
If she wasn’t blind, she would have been looking directly at my nonna, eting her gaze with her bright gold colored eyes. But instead, her eyes stared into empty space, her face a mask of concentration.
My nonna’s eyes t mine, a question hovering in their depths. She knew sothing was off, but she didn’t know what.
"È cieca? (is she blind?" my nonna asked, speaking in our native Italian tongue. She didn’t want to be rude or insensitive, but she couldn’t help but ask the question that was clearly on her mind.
And I knew that I had to tread carefully, revealing just enough information to satisfy her curiosity without revealing too much.
But before I could respond, my nonna’s eyes gave a harsh glare. "What have you done, Roo?"
Oh she knows to well, I internally smirked.
"I just injected her with one of my inventions," I said finally, sounding casual despite the tension that was building inside my old hag.
Her hand shot out, and she smacked in the side, the side that was still throbbing with pain from the gunshot wound.
Fuck! I winced, feeling the sharp jolt of agony as her hand made contact with my tender flesh.
"Porca miseria! (Good grief!" my nonna exclaid, her hand flying to her mouth in horror as she realized what she had done.
She quickly grabbed hold of , apologizing profusely as she pulled into a tight hug. This was even worse, but I let her.
"Mi dispiace tanto, mio bambino (I’m so sorry, my little kid," she voice trembling with regret.
I gently pushed her away, wincing inwardly as the pain from her slap still lingered. "I’m sorry, but why would you do that?" She looked at like I was so stranger, like she couldn’t believe what I had done.
Well this shouldn’t be that shocked to her, should it? Clearly she should rember my little arrangents with my dear cousin, Adelasia.
Antonio stepped into my shoes in answering.. "Because she’s Boris’s daughter," My nonna’s expression changed in an instant.
"Boris?" she repeated, barely recognizing the na. Ofcourse she won’t, unless she had made her findings which I highly doubt as she hated anything about my line of work.
"Ivan’s right-hand man," I said with a sigh, the words almost getting stuck in my throat. I was tired of explaining myself.
Basically, I was tired of even talking.
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open with a soft whoosh. My nonna’s eyes snapped towards Katya, and sothing shifted.
Her eyes hardened, her expression transforming from worry to pain, or maybe even rage.
"Boris’s daughter," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She looked like she had been punched in the gut.
A pang of guilt stabbed at , knowing that I had brought the pain from her past back into her life.
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