Jas felt sothing stirring inside him. It wasn’t fear exactly, but a sharp awareness that sothing irreversible was creeping closer. Death was not sothing he feared after all, it happens to everybody, but what he feared was that death would co too quickly, before he could do the most important things, and Darvik’s calmness, the casual way he had said it, made it worse. It was like standing at the edge of a cliff and the depth whispering your na to jump.
The idea of dying before finishing them made his chest tighten a bit. It wasn’t just fear of dying, it was fear of leaving things unfinished, of leaving the world before he had made his mark.
Before seeing Charlotte grow up, before seeing his mother finally calm and stable... before becoming stable himself... yeah, leaving the world too early was sothing he couldn’t do, sothing he couldn’t afford. But it was kind of ironic. He had tried to kill himself once, but the gun jamd... and since then, a lot had happened that stopped him from trying again. There were too many things he now treasured, and he himself had beco a treasure for a lot of people.
"How dramatic, Darvik. I hope it isn’t just a try to push into the deal." He said, but he was hundred percent sure that sothing happened, and started to get stressed about it.
His thoughts again slowly started to swirl up, just like before, thinking about any possibility that could have happened since he left, but there was nothing. They didn’t even have enemies, everybody was silent in the underworld, especially because of the national ergency. And even if sothing had happened, Linda or Hector would have called him, especially if it was about the family or his life.
"Yeah, it is dramatic, Jas. We usually don’t warn those who don’t have to deal with us, but you are important to us... so listen carefully to ." Darvik’s voice soundly changed, as well as his deanor and whole aura... out of nowhere just showed... himself, who truly is he.
And it just sent an alert through Jas’ mind, those eyes of his, his voice, the look... it just screams that Darvik truly is soone dangerous. Sothing that Jas felt a long ti ago.
But it was Darvik’s ga, he was the one controlling the situation, Jas knew not to act up. "I’m listening."
"Good." He took another drag from his cigarette. "When I said we have the most powerful network and agency, I wasn’t lying. We know everything." He exhaled the smoke and stared deep into Jas’ eyes. "Finn Orich, the organizer of your family, is currently in a car on his way to a warehouse to complete a black market deal he trusts, but that dealer has been bought out by none other than the Sinatra cartel, and it is a setup to kill him."
Nothing. It almost seed like he didn’t even hear what Darvik had just said to him.
"Not just that, but dozens of Sinatra’s hitn are on their way to assassinate Hector... and worst of all, the Sinatra realized that the national ergency is not good for them, so they issued a bounty, every Bellini family mber is worth fifty thousand, and personally, you have a twenty-million-dollar bounty on your head... but I can help you we just need to talk about numbers and—"
"How much?" Jas asked it straight without a single drop of fear in his voice.
"Oh, that’s what I’m talking about." Darvik leaned forward, tossing the cigarette to the ground. "I like your eyes, Jas. I like that intensity in them, that intensity that empty eyes... eyes that just want death..." He said as he crushed the cigarette under his foot." 50 million for each, so 100 million, and I save Finn and Hector, because what is happening is too much, too complicated, for you, and you know why?" He smiled. "Because there are rats in the family, Jas, rats that are infesting the Bellini family."
"I’ll pay it." Jas answered quickly, not even thinking about it for a second.
"Good, but there is no guarantee my people will be fast enough, maybe the only thing they find is the dead bodies of—" He stopped on his own... he just couldn’t finish what he wanted to say, couldn’t play with him a bit, because those eyes of his were... just too deep, like they literally swallowed Darvik as he stared into them... It felt like death was creeping over him, even though he had the upper hand in this situation, even though Jas hadn’t said a single threatening word.
There was sothing about Jas, sothing quiet, unshakable that made him hesitate, made him question everything he thought he knew about control and power.
Sothing he had never seen with others, cartels, the mafia... Jas was truly different. There was sothing about him that felt otherworldly, almost unreal, like the stories that surrounded him. It wasn’t just power or reputation, it was the way he carried himself, the way his presence seed to bend the air around him.
"You know what, Jas? Forget it. I need nothing. I do this for free, to show who we are, to show that we are capable of doing." Darvik said. He slowly stood up and pulled out his phone and dialed a number and said sothing in Maracian language.
"Jas, ilne helsin tuer sihn. Killen oss grtes." He said the two sentences and then hung up the phone. "You’re welco, my friend. Please don’t do anything, just sit back and relax. Everything will be fine, and if not, I’ll personally pay you a billion." He smiled at Jas, then just turned, waved his hand, and walked away.
He said nothing more, no explanation, no details, nothing, just walked away, leaving Jas behind and even Jas himself wasn’t scared.
There wasn’t panic, no overwhelming stress or worry. His emotion did not co to the surface, with the darkness and traumas and it was because of Darvik and Maraci.
Knowing what he was capable of... knowing where Finn was, where he went, knowing things that seed impossible to know. But the most telling thing was the money. He said he would risk a billion... yeah, a man like him, who lived and breathed money, wouldn’t just risk that much money.
It told Jas one thing loud and clear, there was nothing to worry about. Just follow what Darvik said... and chill... yeah chill...
Well fuck, it didnt lasted long before everything just ca to the surface at the sa ti. Another panic attack... and while he was fighting with his own demons, Finn had already arrived at the warehouse.
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