Literally everybody was fighting their own battles, and the reason was the amount of blood and death on their hands just stirred up every trauma buried within them.
Sophia’s fear about the NSBI, Benjamin’s inner fight with the past, Linda’s fear about the catastrophe if everything goes south, Steven and Thomas’s own demons... and the nas just kept going on, except one person.
One single person who didn’t have those demons or fear in him... Hector.
All he had was anger and wrath in him, but fear? No, he had no fear in him, though he wanted it. He wanted to feel fear, the real one, especially after Xavier and the traitors disappointed him, in the mont he could have felt it... but no.
Even when he got shot, he felt nothing... and why would he?
His family was in good hands, hiding and preparing to fly to Maraci to be at a safe palace and death for him ant nothing as he knew it would eventually co.
Yeah, rather than fear, he felt anger and wrath against those who wanted to fuck with them... but it disappeared too, because there was nobody to kill... nobody left in the criminal underworld not even in the family.
He ordered the execution of more people, even killed so with his own hands, and after that, with Dani and a couple of other people, they went through the warehouse, looked for clues of a leak, but nothing major was found anywhere.
They were good, and because of that, he was calm... maybe too calm for sobody who got shot up hours before, whose family got attacked... maybe it wasn’t calmness after all, just pure disappointnt... and that’s why he was with him.
"Man, I know you would have liked it to see their faces... to skin them yourself. This whole story is crazy, should be in a book or movies on the screen...." He explained as he ate so gummy bears. "Though I need to confess sothing... I really thought you were gay. Like, there is no problem with being gay, just it would be so... different to say, and I thought because I never saw you with any girl nor heard whispers about you. But now I am sure you have sobody, and you tried your best to hide, huh?"
Before asking again, he looked at a vase on the table with a beautiful flower bouquet in it, with all of the colors imaginable. It was kinda too big, like a love letter itself. "But who? Who can it be? I have never seen any clue... or maybe your glow up was that? No way. The white teeth, the haircut, the smooth skin... fuck, I should have known. That’s why you really changed, you fucker, and you said it was because of Jas, my god... hiding a girl for us? Motherfucker."
Hector laughed, but the silence after it was just... too much.
It wasn’t even silence. No, it was silence filled with the machine beeping that was hooked up to Ferucci, keeping him alive while his body just lay motionless there, like he was sleeping.
"I have been here talking for straight two hours... and you can’t even say sothing back?" He looked at him, at his face, the closed eyes, the steady breathing, and laughed again. "So morbid, but I hope you agree with , man. I kinda miss your dumb ass."
His voice changed, went low for a second as he leaned back in the chair. "I found out your secret, so let tell one of my secrets... I—"
"Excuse ?" A voice ca behind Hector from the door, and when he looked back, he knew... he fucking knew that the ti had co... to the secret of Ferucci.
"Uh, hello?" He said back, and he was excited, because the woman who stood in front of him was... stunning.
Light brown skin, green eyes, long black curly hair, and her body too was... just insane... hard to think Ferucci did it.
"Do you know Ferucci?" She asked, kinda confused about what was happening and why this scary looking man was there.
"Yeah, we are partners at the—" He forgot it. He was so stunned he forgot the whole thing, that Ferucci being an agent was an act at the other hospital.
And she noticed it, a smile sped across her face. "The agency, right?" she asked with a giggle. "He told it is a secret that he works for them."
"Then you know it now." Hector answered as he held out his hand. "I am Hector, his partner for years. I guess you’re a family mber?"
"I am his girlfriend, Victoria Mandell. I thought he spoke about dozens of tis, no?" She asked, giggling up a bit.
"We don’t really talk about personal matters at work." Hector answered, but he was still surprised. He was literally staring at her, thinking how the fuck Ferucci pulled a girl like her... and moreover, that he could shut his mouth about what he really does.
"You didn’t tell your last na." Victoria said as she sat down on Ferucci’s side grabbing his hand and just looking up at Hector.
"I can’t real—"
"Bellini... isn’t it?"
Silence, as Hector froze... and it wasn’t about surprise or confusion...there was no confusion. The reason he was frozen was that he knew what it ant that she knew their nas, he knew what he needed to do and that was the exact mont he reminded himself why they are all single.
This whole mont of finally knowing who Ferucci fucks just broke to pieces within a minute.
"It’s all written all over your face. How do I know it, right?" She giggled, but she visibly gripped Ferucci’s hand more."Ferucci many tis left his gun unattended when he was ho... and I noticed it was just too shiny, looked so strange, and my curiosity took over ." Her eyes teared up as she looked at Hector. "When I pulled it out from the holster... I was stunned by it, a beautiful shiny silver gun, with engraving all over it, flowers, and a na... Bellini."
The fucking gun... the first thought of Hector... that the fucking gun that many of them have, the engraving on them, the Bellini na, the flowers, the saints, the symbols, the shiny guns... one that even he has. How funny is that?
He knew for sure a ti would co that because of a fucking gun and engraving, a problem would arise, and now the problem was there, sitting in front of him, gripping Ferucci’s hand and looking up at him with teary eyes.
"I—I first thought it was a gun brand... but I searched it up." Her tears rolled down her face. "But what ca up wasn’t a gun brand... what ca up first was a funeral for a well-known gangster, Augustus Lucian, and pictures of who attended it... and there he was." She glanced at Ferucci, her voice low. "He was there, standing next to you... and next to the man who the independent journalists whisper about to be the heir of the Augustus empire." With a faint smile on her face she looked at Hector. "A gangster."
It was impossible to hide it, it was impossible to believe that no one took a picture, that no one was brave enough to snap one. An independent journalist did it, snapped a picture as they stood around the empty coffin of Lucian, and in the picture, they were there.
Jas, Hector, Ferucci, Charlotte, Bella, even the Silas’ family.
The first high quality picture that made its way to social dia and to an online news site, but nobody thought much about it, as it was just a rumor that the young man called Jas Bellini is the heir of the Agustus’s empire... nobody really knew who he was, just guesses and rumors.
Still, the picture was real, as well as Ferucci in it, and it didn’t take her much to search up the na... Ferucci Bellini and there it was. More rumors about the man, the sa rumors that Rafael had read and written down in his diaries.
"Do I... know too much?" Her voice ca again, but she didn’t look at Hector... her eyes were on Ferucci like if she was asking him.
"If you knew too much... you would be terrified by him." Hector answered her as he walked to the door. "I see nothing wrong with it... but it can change, and if it changes, Ferucci will wake up to his girlfriend nowhere to be found."
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