NIRVANA:THE MAFIA'S WILD SIN

Sorrows for A while..

Nirvana fought against RAyNe’s hold, her fists weakly pounding against his chest as he carried her through the hospital’s dimly lit corridors. Her screams tore through the silence, guttural and raw.

“Let me go! I need to go back! He’s not gone, I know he’s not gone!” she wailed, thrashing in his arms.

RAyNe’s grip only tightened. He didn’t say a word as he pushed past the stunned hospital staff, his jaw clenched, his face emotionless. But inside, something twisted. He had broken people before, shattered them without remorse. But this? This was different. Nirvana wasn’t just breaking…she was unraveling.

“No, please…papa!” Her voice cracked as she clawed at his arms, her nails sinking into his skin. “Déjame ir! Déjame ir, maldita sea!”

He reached the exit, shoving open the glass doors. The night air hit them like a slap, but Nirvana barely registered it. She was sobbing, gasping, her body trembling violently. Her chest heaved with every shallow breath she took. She was slipping, spiraling.

He walked straight to the black SUV waiting by the curb. The driver tensed at the sight of Nirvana’s frantic struggle but said nothing as RAyNe yanked the door open and stepped inside with her.

The moment he set her down on the seat, she lunged for the door handle. RAyNe was faster. His hand shot out, slamming the lock down before gripping her wrist.

“Stop.” His voice was low, firm.

“No! Take me back! I need to see him…I need to talk to him!” Her words were nearly incoherent through the sobs.

RAyNe didn’t release her wrist. “He’s gone, Nirvana.”

She froze. Her breath hitched as if he had physically struck her. Her wide, bloodshot eyes locked onto his, searching, pleading for a different truth. For anything but this.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, he’s not. You’re lying. You’re lying to me.”

RAyNe exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He had been in this world long enough to know that there were wounds time wouldn’t heal. This was one of them.

“I’m not lying.” His voice was quieter now, but no less brutal. “I saw him. You saw him.”

The fight in her seemed to vanish all at once. Her body slumped against the seat, her chest rising and falling in uneven, ragged breaths. She pressed her hands to her face, as if trying to block out reality itself.

“Papi,” she choked out between gasps. “¿Por qué me dejaste(why did you leave me)?”

RAyNe looked away. His fingers twitched at his sides. He didn’t do comfort. He didn’t do sympathy. But watching her fall apart like this…it did something to him. It made his chest ache in a way he didn’t understand.

“I have nothing left,” she whispered brokenly. “Nothing.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy, suffocating.

Then, barely above a whisper, RAyNe said, “You have me.”

Nirvana stiffened. Slowly, she lowered her hands from her face, her teary eyes narrowing at him. “You?” She let out a humorless laugh. “You don’t care about me, RAyNe. You’ve done nothing but hurt me.”

He didn’t argue. He couldn’t. Because she was right.

“I can’t bring him back,” he admitted. “But I can make the people responsible pay.”

Her breath shuddered. “And what if I don’t care about revenge?”

“You will.” His voice was cold, absolute. “Because right now, grief is eating you alive. But when the pain fades, all that will be left is rage.”

She turned away from him, staring blankly out the window. The city lights blurred through the tears clinging to her lashes. She wanted to tell him he was wrong. That she didn’t want vengeance, just her father back. But deep down, beneath the crushing sorrow, something dark coiled within her.

Maybe RAyNe was right.

Maybe rage was all she had left.

And maybe, just maybe, she would let him turn her into the monster she needed to be.

Mr. Jacob Swanson stepped into the dimly lit office, his boots clicking against the polished marble floor. He adjusted the cuffs of his jacket before locking eyes with Adrian, who lounged in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he gazed out at the city skyline.

"It's done," Swanson announced, his voice gruff. "My boys made sure of it in his cell. He didn't go easy. Fought till his last breath."

Adrian let out a slow, satisfied exhale before turning his chair to face him. The morning light filtering through the massive windows cast an eerie glow on his sharp features. He picked up his phone, his fingers moving over the screen with a casualness that belied the weight of their conversation.

A moment later, Swanson’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the notification, and smirked. "Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Holt."

As he turned to leave, Adrian’s voice cut through the silence. "Swanson."

The hitman paused, glancing over his shoulder.

Adrian’s gaze was ice-cold, his tone smooth yet laced with quiet menace. "We've never met. You don’t know me, and you were never here. Understand?"

Swanson chuckled, tucking his phone into his jacket. "Crystal clear, Mr. Holt."

He exited without another word, leaving Adrian alone to bask in his triumph. He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. By now, Nirvana would be drowning in grief, shattered beyond repair. The pieces of his plan were falling into place flawlessly. Jordan Castillo was dead. His empire? Stolen. And his daughter? Soon to be utterly broken.

His reverie was interrupted when the door burst open, and Celeste sauntered in, her heels clicking against the floor. She was dressed in designer from head to toe, her confidence radiating off her like expensive perfume.

"Babe! Have you heard?" she gushed, flipping her long, manicured hair over her shoulder.

Adrian didn’t bother answering. He merely arched a brow, watching as she strutted toward him, a devilish glint in her eyes.

Celeste laughed, placing a hand on his chest as she leaned down. "You big snake," she teased before capturing his lips in a slow, taunting kiss.

When she pulled back, Adrian smirked. "What gave it away?"

"That look on your face," she whispered, her lips curling. "You planned this, didn’t you? Jordan Castillo’s death… that was your doing."

He didn’t confirm nor deny it, but his expression told her everything she needed to know.

Celeste threw her head back with a delighted laugh. "Now, this is what I call a power move! That pathetic girl won’t know what hit her. She’s already lost everything…her father, her company, her legacy. What’s left for her now?"

Adrian swirled the whiskey in his glass before taking a slow sip. "She’ll break, Celeste. She’ll have no choice but to crawl. And when she does… I’ll be waiting."

Celeste hummed, running a finger down his chest. "You always get what you want, don’t you?"

"Always." Adrian's smirk deepened.

The gates of RAyNe’s estate came into view, tall and imposing. The iron bars loomed like a cage, reminding Nirvana of the reality she couldn’t escape…this wasn’t home. This was her prison now. RAyNe’s territory. Her present, sold to him by Adrian. A constant reminder that she was no longer free.

"You still have me," RAyNe’s voice broke through the silence, deep and unyielding.

His words lingered in the air as the car rolled past the gate, and Nirvana’s hand gripped her thighs tighter, her fingers digging into the fabric of her clothes. She didn’t know if she had the strength to fight anymore. Didn’t know if she cared.

"You can still fight," RAyNe added, his voice colder than before, more certain than before. His eyes were trained on her, but Nirvana didn’t respond. She couldn’t.

"You still have yourself," he murmured, his words edged with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. "You still have a fight."

Nirvana’s breath hitched, her shoulders shaking as her world collapsed in on itself. "What fight?" she sobbed, her voice breaking with the weight of her loss. "There’s nothing left to fight for."

RAyNe swallowed hard, feeling something stir within him. He hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected her to break like this. He had thought he was just playing his part…manipulating her, breaking her down, making her his little pet, as Adrian had wanted. But seeing her so raw, so vulnerable, something inside him cracked open. Something he didn’t recognize.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and for a moment, he hesitated. His fingers hovered near her tear-streaked face but didn’t make contact. It was as if the very act of touching her would shatter the fragile barrier between them.

"We’ll get through this," he said, his voice softer than it had ever been, softer than he’d ever meant it to be.

Nirvana let out a bitter laugh, hollow and empty. "We?" she scoffed, turning her face away. "There is no ‘we,’ RAyNe. You don’t understand… You can’t understand."

Her words stung like a slap, and for a moment, RAyNe’s chest tightened. The indifference, the brokenness in her tone…it felt like a slap in the face. But he refused to back down. He refused to let her push him away.

"Maybe not," he admitted, his voice low but steady, as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He wasn’t sure why he did it. Maybe to soothe her. Maybe to soothe himself. "But I’m still here. Whether you like it or not."

Nirvana’s eyes briefly met his before she turned away again. Her face pressed against the window, her body shaking with each sob. RAyNe felt a pang in his chest, an unfamiliar sensation that was too close to something that resembled guilt.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stepped out of the car. He walked around to her side, opened the door, and without a second thought, he gathered her into his arms. She didn’t resist. She was nothing but dead weight in his arms, and for a moment, RAyNe felt something heavy settle in his stomach. She wasn’t just his responsibility. No, she was something else…something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

But right now, all that mattered was that she wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

He carried her across the gravel driveway, his footsteps slow and deliberate. The estate, cold and sterile, stretched out in front of them, a reminder of what she had lost. This was her reality now…her present, Sold by Andrian, bought and paid for by RAyNe. Nothing more than property. She was his to control, his to break, and nothing could change that.