Chapter 107 : He Can't Hurt You
EChapter 107: He Can't Hurt You
Angelo
The second Robort was back in our basement again, we could work more on the things which he would not be able to bounce back from and I think I have a few. I would make sure he regretted putting a finger on my girl.
“It is a simple deal.” Patrick said.
“Kneel and give me the city, then I will allow you to go to your private island and spend the rest of your days there.”
“What about Sophie?” Adriano asked.
“I will give her to you after having a little fun, of course.” He replied and my hands fisted.
I put my hand in the pocket of my jacket, my hand brushing with the button. A button for backup and pressed it. I heard it first and then it happened, a red dot appeared on Patrick’s forehead. He smiled as if he knew, I knew there was a red dot on my forehead as well, I knew there was on my brother’s too. Sniper worked faster.
“You kill me, you die too.” Luciano shrugged.
“I have been told I am self-distructive.”
He eyed us, as if he was just realizing that we were no longer the scared little boys he always saw us as. I pressed the button again and the blast happened, the electricity went out in the dark night, the whole mansion tumbled. I lunged for where Sophie was, cracking my fist on Robort’s temple and catching her before she could fall. There was nothing but intense darkness around us, I heard footsteps and then Patrick screaming at his men to find us. I ran to the nearest window and looked down, three flashes. Callan was there, the fucker was on time for the first time in his life. I looked down at Sophie, her face kissed by the moonlight. She looked peaceful sleeping, and I kissed her forehead.
“I love you.”
I dropped her and I heard her body hit the air cushion. Three flashes again which meant Callan had her and I heard him walk away with her, then the slam of a car door before driving away. She is safe now. I grabbed my gun from the pocket of my jacket and just then, I felt the cold barrel of another gun being pressed to my neck.
“That was nice, Angelo.” Patrick said and I smirked.
“I wasn't aware we were playing nice.” He chuckled.
“I can kill you right now.”
“I don't care, she is safe and I don't care what you do to me. My brothers don't care what you do to them as well.”
Stunned silence, he was just realizing that he would not make us give up Sophie even for each other's sake. He had counted on us doing what we had done before, choosing each other over the women we loved but this time, neither of us would choose each other.
“Love has crippled you.” He said and I shrugged my shoulders.
“Perhaps,” I muttered.
I watched the moon, the damn starry night she loved so much. I had not appreciated the painting but it was as if that piston was all I could see in the dark night. I could see the stars swirl like they did in the painting, almost twinkling and I could see the colors brighten. I could see her, smiling as she ranted about the painting.
‘Why do you love it?’ I asked her.
Because it has never hurt me.’ Her response made my heart tremble. Love without any pain, what did that feel like to love something and never have it endangered by the shadows which walked in your past? My elbow smashed into his chest and the gun fired, hitting my arm. I turned around and grabbed his neck, pinning him to the wall as my arm throbbed. I took his gun from his hand and smiled down at him, just then the light came back on. He looked at me, his easy arrogance still on his face as it became red. I ripped myself away from him as my brothers came to the floor in blood. Sarah and Raphael were in the hands of my men, looking beaten up. My eyes lingered on Raphael, he did not look afraid at all. He didn't look like a man who had just lost, he just looked at his father who was gasping for breath.
“Get them in the car and throw them in the basement along with the others.” Luciano commanded and they walked away. The three of us looked at Patrick as he stood, his calm face finally gone. I took out my knife from my pocket and twirled it in front of him.
“Let or arm?”
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Sophie POV
‘Art is the only constant of the world.’ he said as we admire the northern lights, our cheeks and nose red in the cold but our eyes filled with wonder.
‘This is the purest form of it, as if the world itself is teaching us what lasts.’
‘Art is what lasts.’ I whispered.
‘Yes,’ he said.
‘Art of every type. No one is going to forget Romeo and Juliet. I doubt anyone is going to remember what the iphone ten looked like.’ I giggled.
‘Even I don't remember it.’ he chuckled.
‘Technology develops, nations change, people change, the world itself changes but some things are immortal.’
‘The color we do and the things we write.’ I said.
‘The thought we speak and lights.’ I smiled.
‘You loved this so much.’ he hummed.
‘There is beauty everywhere around us, the light is seen only during the darkest night. What does that tell us?’
‘That we got lucky today.’ I replied and he chuckled, shaking his head.
‘It tells us that the people with the darkness live are sometimes the purest, the ones with the most beauty. They might be surrounded by darkness but they hold the brighter colors in their heart, shown to only those who look close enough.’ I smiled. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
‘The darkness invites everyone, only some dare to jump in it. Can you jump?’ I nodded instantly.
‘Yes, father.’ I knew I could.
I woke up gasping for breath, the memory still burning in my head and my ribs throbbed as I sat up. Callan, who looked a little beaten, rushed to my side.
“Your bandage is done by a doctor. Your men are their way here now. Here, take some water.” He gave me a glass of water, put a pillow behind my back and I relaxed back into them. I took in a huge gulp of water.
“I feel a little…woozy.”
“It must be the painkillers.” He replied, taking the glass from my hand and putting my glasses on my nose. I looked around, and I was back at the mansion.
“Where is my father?” I asked, he looked hesitant but replied.
“In the basement with Nneka, Raphael and Max.”
Max? I stumbled at the sound of his name, Callan noticed and sighed, taking my hand in his.
“He can't hurt you.” I sniffed, feeling the skin on my ribs burn with pain.