Chapter 212 : They Have Fallen

Chapter 212 : They Have Fallen
Chapter 212: They Have Fallen 

Callan 

Our uncle called Edward seemed to have noticed the flash in Logan's eyes. I sat back in my chair, relaxing. I thought we would have dinner before we killed anyone, but it was as if Edward was eager.

“Still,” Edward insisted and I realized just how much we had tolerated. We hadn't given a shit about our uncles, deciding to busy ourselves with work but it was apparent they thought they had authority.

“She should be here, she needs to be good for good for more than just a fúck, nephew.” I grabbed his hand.

“That is a nice ring you have there, uncles.”

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Logan POV 

I drank deeply from my glass as Troye stuffed some cloth into Edward’s mouth, Callan sliced our uncles one by one.

“She should serve you food, huh?” His voice was shaking with anger. It was a wonder he hadn't killed Edward already.

I looked away from them and looked at the other uncles and their sons at the table. Made men surrounded us, all loyal to Callan, Lucas and I. 

“Continue eating.” I heard Lucas said.

“My chef is…what do they call it again?” He snapped his fingers.

“To die for, yes. It is to die for. Let's not waste it.” 

They stuffed their faces with it instantly, hands shaking and some even flinched at every scream that left Edward's gagged mouth. I ate slowly, wondering if Jessica had already eaten. I hoped so. When Callan was done, Troye pulled out the cloth for Edward's mouth. He looked at his hand and screamed and screamed. I watched and let him scream. I drank deeply from my glass again, the smell of blood was too much in the room. One of my cousins puked, Lucas made a face at that. Edward passed out soon, his head dropping on his plate. Callan wiped his bloody finger with a napkin.

“What is for dessert, Lucas?” Callan asked.

“It is zuccotto, I believe.” Called hummed, taking a sip of his drink.

“Good,” 

All of them finished their food, one of them had piss on his pants and I could smell it but it was overpowered by the smell of blood as Callan kept making little cuts on Edward. By the end of the dessert, everyone was dead. It had been fun as we killed them one by one, letting them know they were next. We cut their fingers off, carved their eyes out, and forced the next one to keep eating. It was fun, I had to say. And it was necessary. 

It was about time new rules were established in the mafia. First of all, our queen doesn't owe anyone shit.

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Jessica POV 

“How did you survive it?” I lifted my eyes from the piece of cake on my plate.

Evelyn and I were sitting on a balcony that looked over the garden of the mansion. We had decided to dress up for having cake. I had done that because Evelyn’s life was stuck in the circle which I knew she didn't like but was too grateful for everything to say. I knew what she was asking. I gave her a one-shoulder shrug, feeling my curls flutter in the gentle wind. I tucked a strand behind my ear.

“I felt helpless at first.” I started.

“So helpless, I get weak as if I was shattering continuously. I didn't survive that, Evelyn. I was just somehow alive but I did survive that. I mean…” I sighed.

“Aren't you supposed to be stronger after surviving something like that? But I am terrified whenever I think of it.”

She watched me, she had worn a beautiful golden and white dress, her hair down on her shoulder and lips painted red as well, a shade lighter than mine.

“When my mother gave me away.” She said.

“I was terrified, I was a teenager and I went through owners. So many of them in the beginning because I was disobedient.” Her eyes moved away from me, looking at the city far away.

“Then I ran away, it was thrilling. It was so good.” She smiled.

“I had stolen so much money from my last owner, I lived almost comfortably for months but then, he found me.” 

I listened silently, she looked back at me.

“I ran, Santoros have been trying to shut the system down for years and they help women like me. I was saved by Lucas and instantly, I was in awe of him. He was my knight in shining armor but…” she sighed.

“Well, you can't expect love from a man who doesn't have a heart.”

I watched her.

“He doesn't have a heart? Is he that cold?” I asked and she nodded, taking a sip of her champagne.

“I would say he is the coldest even though some believe Logan is.”

“Logan isn't cold.” I muttered.

“He is…hmm, well he is cold and Callan feels like wild rage sometimes, yet he has so much control. I don't think I can ever describe them in one word.” She hummed.

“How would you describe them?” I asked.

“They can be nice, they can be mean and they are unpredictable yet somehow safe?” I sighed.

“I realized I sound like an idiot but Callan and Logan are most probably the most complex men I have ever met. Possibly because they don't make their intentions known.”

“Intension known?” She asked and I hummed.

“I still don't know what I am doing there.”

She watched me, her face holding absolutely nothing.

“Can you picture your life like this? Staying in this mansion?” 

“It makes me feel suffocated.” I replied and she smiled.

“You are not a picket fence woman.” I smiled.

“Yes, I have never been like that.”

“Do they know that?” 

“I don't think so.” I drummed my fingers on the table.

“And it don't see why that would matter. Yes, we have grown closer and their presence no longer feels bad but I can't imagine them letting me go. That is something they have made clear will not happen.” She nodded.

“They fought with people over that, I can't imagine them letting you go and neither can I imagine them being bad to you now.”

“What does that mean?” 

“They have fallen.” She said, looking me dead in the eyes.

“I have lived here for years and I have seen women come and go. None of them ever even said their names.” 

“That doesn't sound good.”

“It doesn't,” she agreed.

“But they were not submissive, they were slaves.”

“Fucking colonizer.” I drank deeply from the flute and she smiled.

“Yes, but the women were willing, more than willing.” 

“I can't blame them for that one.” I said.

“Is that what you think they would expect from me?” 

“No and I can't imagine you being  okay with that either.”

“I am not.” I said.

“How many women?” I asked and she raised an eyebrow.

“When the Rizzos didn't have Sophie, they would be here and there would be…so many women. All these men did was fuck and fight.”

“Sophie knows?” I asked.

“Sophie probably knows everything about them and besides when they got her, they didn't touch anyone else.” 

I hummed, remembering the women Logan and Callan had had sex with when I was here.