Thorns of Roses

Paying the Price

Song for this Chapter:

Make you feel my love-Adele

CHAPTER 17

BLAZE

I don't want to talk or do anything related to Corinne. I don't want to because all the secrets I'm trying to hide will come out. I had been keeping her as an oath since I saw her when she was only thirteen years old. Those black jet pair of eyes that kept on hunting me at night. You must be wondering why now? Why did I wait a few years before I acted on my feelings for Corinne? Because the thing I have to remember as an heir of Cosa Nostra is that I should be numb to all the emotions that a person should feel. My father made sure that I was properly trained when it came to that aspect. Because he reasoned that once you have an emotion about something, especially about someone, that's the weakness that your opponents will use on you. I waited, not because I no longer feel anything for her, but because I felt every emotion even the pain on the fiber of my bone when she would look at my cousin Diesel that I wished she looks at me the same way. But she never did. All that look I see on her eyes every time she looks at me is anger and confusion, like I'm a scary chapter of a book she wants to read. I have to act neutral when she's around even though every strand of my hair and body stand up when I feel her presence. That even made me scared of my feelings for her. She doesn't know the power she has over me.

I have to let everyone knows that she was nothing but a means to an end.

Nothing, for all the people who wished me dead leave her out of this business.

That’s the price I have to pay every time I see how deep her feelings were for Diesel.

I push and push and she was fallen deeply in love with Diesel.

I know Diesel has feeling for her, and I have to make sure he knows his place.

And his place is nowhere near Corinne.

I know that Diesel came to her last night, I know because I see him. I even see the relieve smile on Corinne’s face while she’s looking at him.

I even see how relax and comfortable Corinne is having him near her.

I know Diesel knows I am watching, maybe that is why the reason he lets the pull-up door open.

I didn’t know if that’s his message that he won’t do anything to Corinne inside or it’s his way for me to know what he is Corinne’s life.

Either way, I can’t let him near her ever again.

I don’t know what happened next when they decide to go home because I drove back home too. Corinne was passed out, and I am sure that even if I don’t trust this asshole of my cousin, Corinne trust him for a reason, and I know he won’t do anything to her.

But I regretted trusting him when I saw that Corinne had a hand mark on her neck and she also had a busted lip when I met her in the hallway. I stare at her too much, I couldn't help but stare at her. That's why I even noticed all those marks in her fragile pale skin, and I am glad I did.

I saw Diesel laughing with our teammates inside our locker room, I backed him on the wall real hard, shoving him so hard that all our teammates stop me.

“Don’t f*****g touch me.” I warn them and they did. They knew me well enough not to intervene when I am this mad.

“What the f**k, cous?” Diesel asked. We even have to pretend that me and him were getting along in front of everyone, this is my Father’s order to put a façade that everyone will thinks that the Mayhem empire is strong and bonded, and can’t easily be broken.

“Everyone leaves.”

I didn’t remove my grip and my murderous stare with Diesel. And although everyone is hesitant to leave at first, they obliged.

“What the f**k did you do to her?”

“To who?”

Another hard shove “To Corinne, fucker.”

“What do you mean?” His face held a genuine confusion.

“She has a f*****g bruise and marks on her body, you are the last person I saw with her last night. What the f**k did you do to her?” I snap.

His face was in complete horror when I said those words. “Fuck.” He mutters.

Then he had this mad expression on his face as he removed my grip on his shirt “I need to f*****g go.”

“What?” I was caught off guard when he ran away from me as fast as he can, seeing his reaction I know what I suspect is wrong.

It wasn’t him.

Then if it isn’t him, then who the f**k will f*****g laid his hands on what is supposed to be mine?