Twisted Bloody Kisses: Dark Mafia Romance

CHAPTER 1 2 MONTHS LATER "What the f**k, Vittoria!" My brother's irked voice boomed in the huge space, the effects bearing close resemblance with an earthquake. "Who died?" I asked monotonously, rubbing my eyes. "My patience!" "I'm sorry for your loss." I yawned and closed my eyes again but snapped them wide open when Oliver effortlessly hurled me back. "What's your problem, grandpa Ollie? I was just sleeping." I shoved him. "You were sleeping hugging the freaking punching bag!" He shouted. "I left you for ten minutes, Vittoria!" "It's a Sunday for god sake! We never train on Sundays. Then one fine Sunday you drag me here and spoil my Sunday and then... I don't know... just Sunday Sunday Sunday! I want to sleep and have chocolates and pizzas someone save me from my Hitler of a brother pleaseeee." I pouted, trying to get some crocodile tears out. He simply stared at me with a blank face, head c****d to the side and hands on his waist. "Are you done?" "Yes." "Can we resume?" "Yes." "Good. Now attack me." He ordered. "What!" I exclaimed. "I may be pissed at you but I love you. What if I accidentally killed you?" "Stop wasting time, Vittoria." He warned. "You think I'm ready now?" I asked seriously. Two months were beyond strict but full of learning. I learned to use weapons that I'd never even seen or heard before. Karate, judo, boxing and several other martial arts were checked off the list. Oh! And even fencing. I felt like an FBI agent now. "I'm not surprised how quickly and impressively you learned all of it in such less time. But-" His phone rang, interrupting him. It was continuously ringing since morning. He twisted his face in annoyance, rejecting this one. "But you won't get a catch of it until you actually fight. So come on. Fight me, little sister." "As you wish big brother." I cracked my knuckles and charged at him. Guess what. I was on my ass before I could even land a punch at him. He loomed over me, gesturing to get back up. "Fighting isn't all about what you do. It's also a lot about what your opponent does. Try reading his mind. Anticipate his moves." I nodded briskly, giving it another try and another and yet another. The result was no different than the first attempt. "I can't do this. I'm too tiny." I sagged down, dejected. "You're as tiny as your mom who trained us all and whose mere sight got her enemies pissing in their pants so get your ass up, Miss Andress. Vittoria never gives up." He scolded. "No Oliver. You have years of practice while mine is what, two months?" "Precisely. What took us years was done by you in just two months. I don't think you get how big a task that is. Yes, you need a little more practice but you can't give up because of a few defeats." He encouraged. I looked away. I was too demotivated having faced continuous defeats. "Hey look here, muffin." He squatted down, firmly gripping my shoulders. "First of all, you will have to believe in yourself. You can do this. You know what mom used to say? She always said that if she had a daughter, she'd-" "She'd be better than all of you. I remember." I smiled. "Don't let her down, Vittoria. Prove her right. Besides, I don't want anyone to hurt you. I want to make you strong enough to ensure your safety." "I will try. I promise." "Next time anyone touches you, cut his hands off. Tell me what will you do?" His grip on my shoulders tightened. "Cut his hands off." "What will you do Vittoria?" He demanded again, more firmly now. "Cut his f*****g hands off." I answered more strongly. "That's my sister. Now buck up." He pulled me back to my feet, gesturing me to strike at him. I took a deep breath, recollected all the tricks and tactics and the knowledge of what to use when and once again charged at him. I was doing a slightly better job this time. I was able to dodge his attacks and predict his moves from his body language to some extent. Sure, he did knock me down a couple of times but I got back up, a little stronger every time I did so. Two minutes. Then five and ten and fifteen. I was still successfully fighting him. Then all of a sudden the white door of the gym dashed open and my movements came to a standstill. I saw something I had last seen the day when Ariel was busted. Blaze. The man's red eyes looked frightened at our sight like it was a crime appearing before us. He's been avoiding me like the plague. In fact, not just me, everyone. He's absent at the company for two months now. He disappears for days, no one knows when he goes, when he comes back, what he does, nothing. With his head dropped low, he hastily made his way to the shooting range at the other side of the gym, stumbling over the equipments. The door closed with a loud thud that echoed around. My eyes were fixated at the door, wanting nothing more than to be with him. Suddenly I felt the ground beneath me disappear and shortly after my back crashed roughly on the floor. "That was uncalled for, you idiot." I winced at the sharp pain. "No distractions." Oliver raised his fist up, ready to plummet it down at me. I sprang back in action, propelling my legs at his gut. Now he was the one lying on the floor. "It's been enough time, Oliver. Forgive him. Save him. He's drowning." He grabbed my hand, twisting it back. "You think I'd be working my ass off to take care of his dear company if I hadn't forgiven him?" "Then you need to tell him, Oliver." I tried elbowing him in the ribs with the other hand. I couldn't. He had my arms locked up in a death grip. I struggled violently to break free but to no avail. "That's the first move everyone makes. The opponent will surely anticipate it. Never do that." "I said you need to tell him." I stressed. He sighed, letting me free. He handed me a bottle of water and opened his mouth to speak but yet again got interrupted by a call. "Idiots." He muttered angrily under his breath. "Take a short break. I'll be right back." He left the gym, yelling at some poor guy on the other end of the phone. The moment he vanished from the gym, my eyes flew to the white door on the opposite end. My legs had a mind of their own and I found myself progressing in the direction of the shooting range. It was like I wasn't controlling my actions. I noticed my hand tremble as I placed it on the door. Without thinking any further, I pushed it open and the sight that greeted me was devastating. I saw something I thought no one would ever see in their life. I saw Blaze Sinclair crying. Everything inside be crumbled seeing his pitiable state. He was seated on the floor, his head tipped back against the wall. His dark brown hair were shabby and overgrown, a light stubble had made an appearance on his face and his charming grey eyes looked empty and lifeless. I was unable to understand what to do. My mind and heart both stopped functioning seeing him like this. Taking irresolute steps, I walked up to him and settled down next to him. He quickly moved apart, maintaining a distance between us. I shifted near to him, closing the distance he just created. I didn't say anything for a while. Honestly, I didn't even know what to say. I just wanted to be here with him that's it. "Stay away from me, Vittoria." "What if I said I can't?" "Then I'd say you should." He said, looking away. "Please be okay, Blaze. I can't see you like this." I pleaded. He shook his head, still not looking at me. "Go away Vittoria. You aren't helping." Go away huh? I got up and hopped into his lap, straddling him. "What the f**k are you doing?" He tried pushing me away but I wasn't letting him have it. "You can't do this." He protested. "I can do whatever the f**k I want and whoever the f**k I want." I fisted his shirt, pulling him closer to me. A sudden hint of fear flashed in his eyes as they fell over my neck and and he shut them tightly. His breathing quickened and he gripped his hair, spitting out some curses. Panic rose within me. What's happening to him? Tears prickled in my eyes but I fought them away. One of us will have to be strong, right? "Blaze." I cupped his head. "No! I molested you. I can't see it. Please go." He begged, tears rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably. I wasn't leaving until I cured him. "There's nothing there. Open your eyes." He shook his head violently. "I said open your eyes, Blaze." I demanded and his eyes flew open, allowing me to see all the pain trapped within them. "It's gone. See?" "It's gone." He repeated, inspecting the area intently. His voice was barely audible. "And... and these?" He traced a quivering finger over my stomach. "Yes they're gone too." I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm so sorry, Vittoria." He cried. "It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes." I assured. "What I did wasn't a mistake. It was sin. I-I can't face any of you. I've fallen in your eyes." He spat, disgusted with himself. "You're forgiven Blaze. We all are worried about you. Please give me my Blaze back. I miss him a lot." "How can you forgive me?" He gasped. "Forgiving you was a lot more easier than hating you. I love you Blaze, I still do. I can't see you like this. It hurts. A lot." I struggled to speak without my voice breaking. "You.. You don't love Liam?" He stuttered. I was taken aback by his abrupt question. "Where are you getting all these ideas from?" "You kissed him." He stated. Oh okay. "That was two months back. It didn't mean anything. He didn't even kiss me back." I justified. "I'm sorry I couldn't love you. I thought I did. But I'm starting to believe all those people out there. I was just obsessed with you. I wouldn't have hurt you like that if I loved you." "So you went down on your knees to apologize to me in front of all your guards, you were ready to die for me, you're killing yourself with all this regret just because you're obsessed with me, right? This totally doesn't sound like love." I huffed. "Loving is letting go. Liam let you go. He loved you." He dragged his words out as a result of his drunken state. "You know when I got to know he likes you, I told him I'd let you go for him and I meant it. I'd sacrifice anything for them. But I couldn't. I should've known where this was going. I missed the signs." "What you did was wrong. But at least you realized it. Trust me I know people, the so called normal people who are worse. You don't know how lucky you are to at least know your mistake and you tried to make it right." I pushed. "I can try all that I like but will never be able to make things right. My regret won't take away those horrible memories. It won't make those nightmares go away." He yelled. "But you're there with me every night to ease my pain." His gaze snapped up to me and his jaw dropped at the statement. Blood rushed up his cheeks and for the first time, I saw him blush. "Guess the tomato has got another evil twin." A light chuckle left my lips. "You know I sneak into your room every night? Y-You were awake all this time?" He scratched his head. "Hmm I caught you one night. But that was the only way I got to see- no, be with you." I confessed. Every night I waited for him impatiently. I pretended to be asleep, fighting back the urge to catch a glimpse of him. I knew he'd stop visiting if he got caught so I dare not open my eyes. All I did was listen to the rhythmic beat of his loudly beating heart and the symphony of his breaths as he held my hand until I really slept. I don't know how long he stays there considering I always find myself alone in the morning. "Get yourself together, Blaze. Your people need you. Your brothers can't stop worrying about you and my brother, well, he's stressing himself out with all the work. He isn't taking care of himself. Luca and the other opponents won't stop and wait until you recover. We can't let them win." He let out an exasperated sigh, resting his head on my shoulder. His shivering arms finally found the courage to circle around my waist. His muscles relaxed as he held me tighter as if memorizing the feel of my touch. To me, it felt like home. "Can I kiss you?" He begged. "Please kiss me." I smiled. His hands traveled up, tucking some rebellious strands of hair behind my ear. So many emotions flooded into his forlorn eyes as he locked his gaze with mine. I wiped away his tears, leaning more into him before my eyes closed. His hot breath fanned over my face as I awaited the kiss. The grip of his hands increased and I felt his soft lips press over my forehead. A feeling of contentment took over the momentary shock. It was officially the best kiss of my life. "I love you, señorita." He smiled for the first time. "I love you more." We stayed there like that for what felt like an eternity– foreheads touching, his arms wrapped around my waist while mine locked around his neck. At that moment, I couldn't have asked for anything. Everything I wanted was right here in front of me. But all good things have to come to an end. The tranquility around us shattered when the door flung open with a massive force. Oliver dashed in, bearing accusing looks at us. I jumped back to the floor from Blaze's lap and Blaze over here looked like he could die any moment. He stood before us with crossed hands and a raised brow. He wasn't gonna like this.