Chapter Two: Devil And Deep Blue Sea
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Aria's Point Of View
I managed to pull myself together. That's the least I could do. I can't let him have this conversation at my lowest.
“I support you,” I see his lips moving.
Quickly, I pulled myself away from him. “Get off me.”
I turn to face the wall.
Did I just sign my death warrant?
My quest for revenge was born from a place of grief. I thought my father would kick against it.
“The Marino family needs to be dealt with. And you, my daughter, is that nuclear weapon?" he further buttressed.
That was the part that piqued my interest. I couldn't ignore my father for too long.
I spun my neck around as though it were made of springs. “How do I come in?”
“Get access to him. Make him love you. If possible, get married to him. That's the only way we can have revenge on Dante for what his family did to your brothers,” my father highlighted.
He was speaking to him, yet I was still lost in deep thought.
At the same time, I realized it's just the two of us in the living room. He can't possibly be speaking to an invisible being.
“No, Dad,” I turned down the idea. “I am not getting married to anyone. I just want to avenge my brother's death."
As much as I wanted to avenge their death, I still didn't envision the marriage part. It wasn't even supposed to be in the picture.
“What about my relationship with Walters?” I asked my father to set a reminder.
Perhaps he may have forgotten that I'm in a serious relationship with Walters.
How would he feel hearing that I'd be getting married into one of the most dangerous families in the city just to accomplish a mission?
My father's phone rings.
It causes a distraction.
I was pleased by the call.
I needed a distraction.
A break in transmission.
A relief to get past this phase, and I got one.
He ends the call and says to me, “I'll be out for an important meeting. Ensure you decide before I return."
He stormed out of the house without letting me speak further. He treated the situation as a minor one.
He totally forgot that I may end up dead here.
How do I fake my feelings for Dante Marino? For someone of his caliber, it won't take too long for him to figure me out.
Surely, my dad won't be there to see me battered and chopped into different parts like a barbecue.
I hear a knock on the door. I was thrilled. It had to be my father.
Finally, he's back to address the issue. Perhaps he'd see reason to understand that the marriage scheme shouldn't be part of the mission.
Oops, it's Walters!
He just walked inside majestically as though he owned the building.
Tall, dark, handsome, broad shoulders, and neatly trimmed beards. He's everything I ever wanted in a man.
Gone are the days when his presence always sent goosebumps all over my body. But today, I feel nothing.
His presence meant nothing. I wanted him gone.
Certainly not the right time to speak with Walters, most especially when he'd be affected too.
He brushes his lips against mine. I didn't reciprocate.
I was this close to wiping my lips with a white piece of cloth.
“Please be seated.”
I say to Walters.
That was the last thing I said.
I spent the last couple of minutes glaring at the ground and picking my nails.
For the first time ever, I was clueless in front of Walters. Not just clueless. His presence makes me so uncomfortable.
Not my fault.
Blame it on the silly mission to kill Dante Marino.
“How do I even tell him?” The question popped up inside of me. I can't dare let it out.
“Is this about the plan to avenge your brother's death?” He asked me immediately, I felt this cold inside of me. And my legs? They're frozen to the ground.
“How did you…?”
I stutter effortlessly. Words failed me to express how I felt.
“How did I know?” He chuckled as though it was nothing.
“You eavesdropped on our conversation, didn't you?” I start to embrace innovative approaches.
That could have been the only one he found because I can't recall having this conversation with Walters.
And my father? He won't even dare. He never liked Walters.
He opined that Walters, as a struggling musician, isn't the man for me.
“Why are you so normal after what you heard?” My curiosity gets the best of me. I don't want to believe that he shares the same ideology as my father.
“That's because I know you're not going to do that.” Walters assumed without listening to me first.
Quite justified!
But he ought to have listened to me first.
It's relieving knowing that we both share the same ideology.
But on the contrary, this is my late brother we're talking about. The right thing must be done.
Wherever they are right now, they would have wanted me to avenge their death.
“Wait a minute.”
Walters exclaimed when he saw how silent I was. It could only mean one thing.
“You're not embarking on the crazy mission, are you?” He charged me with a different tone.
“Wow!
Crazy mission?”
I mimicked Walter.
He apologized for mocking me.
However, he still shied away from his question. “Are you really going to do this?”
I itch my auburn hair.
I knew what to say.
The problem? My approach. I don't want to step on his toes.
“I am sorry." I apologize to Walters for doing nothing wrong.
But deep down, I knew I was on the verge of committing the greatest crime ever recorded in history books.
“I can't believe this.”
Walters wept.
I tried to get closer to him.
But like a piece of s**t, he tossed me away. “Don't f*****g do that."
“You need to choose now: me or the crazy mission,” he puts me in a difficult position.
“And yes, I meant it.
This is a crazy mission,” he admitted his utterances with his full chest. Now I'm stuck in between the devil and the deep blue sea.
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