My Mafian Brother

7

Elle's POV

“What...?” I couldn't process what he was asking. I mean, he comes out of nowhere, calmly wiping the blood on him as if there is nothing wrong with that.

“I asked, why are you crying?” His patience line was getting bleeker.

“Why is there blood on you?” I couldn't help but ask. Where exactly did he get so much blood from, I could clearly see it wasn't his.

“I asked the question first.”

“Is that imp--” My sentence was cut short as I heard Noah’s voice.

“Make sure nothing of his body is left behind and clean up the bloooo-d.” He paused as he saw me standing on the stairs.

He looked at me and then an Demian, then gulped as three men took out a body. My eyes widened as I looked at it, my heart pounded in my chest out of fear. The body seemed like it had been severely tortured, his mouth was open with no teeth, there was a really bad burn hole on his cheek, so bad I think i could see the internal part of the mouth as well along with whip marks on his chest.

That, was all I could see as he was taken out of the house.

“What’s... In your hand?” I asked when my gaze landed on Noah but he immediately hid his hands behind him.

“You don’t need to concern yourself with that.” He seemed like a different person. Even his aura had turned cold. Heck! The whole atmosphere could just cut you.

“Those were... Fingers??” I looked at him in the eyes and he met mine, fiercely.

“Go back to your room.” Demian demanded to me while Noah walked out of the house.

“Did you kill him?” I turned my attention to Demian after watching Noah leave the place.

“Yes.” His straightforward answer was scaring me even more. He killed a person and admitted it so calmly.

“Why?” I wonder why I can't keep my mouth shut?

“Go to your room.” He looked at his hands and found some blood still on them, dissatisfied he grabbed the towel again from the chair, " This has got nothing to do with you.”

“They’re killers.” I mumbled as I lay on my bed. The scene just wouldn’t leave my mind. That person was so brutally murdered, it was scaring the hell out me and I couldn’t fall asleep. My heart won't calm down and I was in a constant state of fear and anxiety. Demian looked so terrifying. His aura was so cold, his gaze was icy as if it could pierce through you. He looked, inhuman.

"Mom, Is this why you separated from Dad?” I pulled the sheets over me. The day had been tiring, I was fatigued and eventually I drifted into sleep without realizing it.

I cuddled my rock hard pillow and snuggled it.

“Why is the pillow so hard?” I mumbled in my sleep.

“Probably because I’m not a pillow.”

!!!!!!

My eyes shot open.

“Ani?!” Demian had wide awake and laid next to me.

“I told you not to call me that.” He narrowed his eyes as a gesture of annoyance.

“Why are we in the same bed?”

“I would like to ask the same question. Why are you in my bed?”

In his bed?

I looked around. Why am I in his room?

I looked at us.

I really was holding him tight.

I let him go in sudden embarrassment and tried getting out of bed when he pulled me back.

“You didn’t answer my question yesterday night.” He looked at me directly in the eyes.

“You didn’t answer mine either.”

“Yes. I killed him because he was a threat.” He said and my mouth hung, he didn’t even hesitate.

“Is killing someone so easy for you? You're a Goddamn bloody murderer."

He glared at me as his grip on my arm tightened.

“Ooww! I just ran into my ex and he humiliated me.”

He let go of me, “Is that all?” And got out of bed.

I looked at his face in bewilderment, is that all? Is he seriously asking me that!?

I really don’t get this person.

“Why can’t I call you Ani? We’re siblings aren’t we? I used to call you that when I was younger."

“Yes," There was a long pause after that, "But the world doesn’t know that, if anyone dangerous finds out you’re my sister you’ll be the one who will suffer the most. Like that guy you saw yesterday.”

“What did he do...for you to kill him so mercilessly.”

“That, is none of your business.” He turned around.

I slumped back in defeat when something sticking out of the drawer caught my eye.

A photograph?

I pulled it out.

“Waaaah!” My excitement made Demian turn around to look at me when I exclaimed, “It’s a family picture of when I was born!”

Suddenly the photograph was pulled out of my hand, so fast I couldn’t even react.

I looked at Demian who held the picture in his hand, not even sparing a glance at it,he tore it into pieces.

“Why did you tear it! You’re such a cold hearted person!!!”

“Yes. Call me like that.” He was unfazed.

This person... He’s out of reach.

“Will you kill me someday too?”

The question was strange , why did I ask that? Even I don’t know but it sure did catch him off guard and for the first time I saw his expression soften with surprise.

“No, I won’t let any harm come to you, I won’t let anyone harm you.”

What? That was unexpected but he’s suddenly acting weird.

“You are the one who's hurting me the most, we’re supposed to be family yet you’re so cold towards me.”

“I’m sorry.”

He apologized? I didn’t expect that. What is happening here? Does he have a split personality? He came and sat next to me and cupped my face, “I made a promise to you many years ago and I’m trying my best to keep that promise as an older brother. I won’t let anyone harm you.”

"A promise??? What promise?"

I looked at him strangely. I don't remember any promise, well, I don't remember anything about him at all, so.

“To keep you safe.”