The voice of his mother was the most important in that situation for him, he hadn't heard about her nor Charlotte, since morning when all the shit happened suddenly, but now he could hear her, and it was more important than Marco's dead body or the cartel.
"Where are you, mom?" He asked as he walked through the tunnel into the basent then to the garage and sat in one of the cars.
"We are in a… " She waited a bit. "An embassy I think, was it you who did it?"
"Yes, it was ." He said with happiness that finally they touched down and were in a place where he knew was protected well. "How was the flight? What about Charlotte?"
Silence. She didn't say a word, and Jas knew very well that she was angry at him and well... she had every right to be angry.
"She was furious but cried herself to sleep." She said, and her voice was now lower. " too, cried a lot, Jas… but what about you and the others?"
Should he lie, should he tell the truth, that they're currently at war, that he doesn't even know if Ferucci is alive, that dozens have died since the morning… but for a fact he knew one thing, his mother wasn't dumb.
She knew that Jas flew her out of the country because sothing big was happening, because their house was shot up, because their life was in danger, but she had no idea how big it was, that a war had broken out.
To be honest, he didn't care about any of it. All that mattered to her was his son and the fact that he was still alive.
"We're good." A simple answer for Jas, but Erika knew that nothing was good, but she didn't press on it.
"I love you Jas, but you know that, so do what you need to do and then let hug you, okay?" She asked, and it was a hit to Jas.
Because there wasn't any promise that they would et again, and both of them knew for so extent.
"We will, mom, I'm sure of it… but until then, with the money you have, buy a house and start a life. Bella will help you, as do the others too, okay? Also I want Charlotte to know that I didn't abandon her. I never will."
"A new life?" She asked back, and yeah, Jas already thought about it the mont he sent them to the airport.
There is no way he would get them back, no way he would deal with the consequences of one of them being kidnapped or killed, no. He couldn't have them on his side, while all of this kept going, even after it, if they would co out on top. He knew very well that his life would be alone without any kind of love the mont it all happened.
"Yeah mom, a new life that you can live in peace."
"In peace… and what about you, Jas? You're trying to save us, save the family, but who saves you?" She asked, and her voice this ti was firm.
The voice that only ant she was more worried than ever before, but it was true… Jas has people to protect him from harm, from bullets, but he has no people who can truly understand him, his emotions, his pain… no one can understand it like a mother.
"Who knows, mom, maybe it's my ti." He said, and it was like it ca out on its own, it was so light like he didn't even realize what he just said… but his mother did realize it.
He could hear it in the silence, her breath beca deeper as she tried to get herself together, to not collapse, to try to not understand what Jas just said. Try to erase the fact that Jas just said it might be ti for him to die.
Her last son, her last child… saying sothing that just broke her even more, but also brought out the self of Erika that was buried deep under everything.
"Kill them…" Her voice ca through, it was hesitant a bit, but it ca from deep, it ca from emotion from only one thing, caring about her last child. "If that's what you need to do, do it. I don't care anymore, Jas, I really don't, just do whatever you need to do to stay alive, to et your mother, your daughter. Do it for , do it for us… okay?"
Yeah, she gave up on false hopes, she gave up on everything since Rafael died, since Jas almost killed his own father… yeah, Jas said it was all just a misunderstanding, that he is not who people think he is, but as ti passed, as these things happened, as much as Erika wanted to believe in him, she couldn't, because Jas was exactly who people said he is.
A monster, a ruthless killer, a gangster, the leader of the most influential family in the country… her son, yeah, the last person she truly cared for. Sobody she will never abandon even if the world is against them, and exactly that Jas heard from her voice, the sa mother that fought to give them everything when they grew up, the mother who was the hope, the model, the hero for them.
"Don't worry, mom." Jas said, his voice laced with sothing dark, sothing that just told the danger that he himself was. "I will kill all of them."
Silence again, a long one, the silence to understand the words.
"Good, son… now go and rest." She answered, her voice still firm, but beneath it, there was sothing else. Sothing like pride. She sounded proud of Jas, which seed strange.
Why would she be proud? There was no reason to be. Jas made a lot of money, sure sothing a mother might be proud of, but her morals rejected it. Blood money. Money earned through killing and selling drugs.
That wasn't sothing to admire… and yet, Jas did sothing she never imagined he could do, he built an empire... and he did it for them. To give them a better life at least that's what she believed.
But many died in the process. Rafael died too.
Her baby was gone… and still, she felt sothing pulling her toward Jas. Maybe she needed to feel proud. Maybe it was sothing a mother had to feel, no matter what.
Pride that her son would protect them now, that he would kill anyone who tried to hurt them. That he would avenge his brother. That he would bring down everyone involved.
Pride… or maybe just the need for it.
"Then good night mom."
"Good night darling."
Silence. Complete silence as he hung up the phone and sat in the car staring up at the ceiling.
Fuck, am I doing… is it even ?
He looked down on his hands at the signet ring and the other one that he bought with Charlotte, the butterfly ring.
Those two rings made the perfect difference between two worlds.
One of the rings was harsh gold, a color that represented wealth, power, and influence, with the black diamond that was just rare, which can be said to Jas. A person like him is rare to find, a person like him to beco the top, to even work with the governnt is nearly impossible to find, and the B on it.
Bellinis' wealth, influence, and power… a family that stepped on every single competitor that was fighting, that was taking over the whole country.
And on the opposite, the other ring, the one which Charlotte wanted, the matching pair, the butterfly and diamond on it… yeah, that actually represented freedom, the peace.
Sothing that was laughable now. Freedom? Peace? None of them existed anymore, but as he thought about it, as he was reflecting on the past that was not even that long ago, the guilt crept upon him again.
He was a millionaire, a billionaire when he got beaten up by the NSBI. When Charlotte suddenly ca into his life.
He could have just packed up their stuff and left behind everything.
He could have lived a normal life in freedom with his family, with Rafael, with their mother, and Charlotte… a perfect life, in a house with millions, drinking so beer, maybe finally get closer with Rafael, and also just helping Charlotte to slowly grow up and forget about the past, who was his father and all of that.
Just being a normal person.
"Yeah, how good would that have been, huh Rafael, if I would have cared more about you… about us… fuck –"
His phone rang again, and now the caller was none other than Hector himself.
But it was a hard decision to pick it up.
There were only two possibilities, Ferucci was either dead or alive. Nothing else.
He took a deep breath as the phone kept ringing and picked it up.
"Hector."
"Jas."
He imdiately knew it. Just one word… only his na, but he fucking knew it.
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