Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lilith Addiction(A mafia book) : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 77

~ROMAN~ Of all the worst things that could happen, Vittoria not being in my arms was not one of them. I was glad she was with me, and she had seemed to forgive me, so it was all good at least for now. Vittoria was safe with me. That was all that mattered. North, on the other hand, was a disappointment. I guessed when you trust family and blood in such a blind manner, sh*t like this would be bound to happen. And if there was one thing North had from me, it was my trust. But that was gone already now. The only thing that played in my head over and over again were the moments of his betrayal. The time when he had announced to us that Bianchi's men were going over to Vittoria's, and when I dived over her protecting her from the sniper, at Yara's party when Vittoria almost got kidnapped, the accident we had at Ontario.... It was all him. All North. My f*cking blood brother. The whole sh*t was messed up. I loaded one gun and handed it over to Vittoria, " Your knives wouldn't real

~ROMAN ~Disgust.I felt disgust run through me. Staring at North, watching him smile and try to act like what he had just said was not as messed up as it was supposed to be. I knew him, so much. I had seen him stand at the hallway watching mum drink away her life, smoke cigars after cigars.I had woken up some mornings to see he had slept outside her door, and immediately, when he heard footsteps, he would hide away, not wanting anyone to see him. I knew all these so when he did not visit her at the hospital frequently, I had assumed it was his way of getting back at her for not loving him properly while growing up.But standing in front of him, I saw him in a different light, as someone who chose their own selfish gain over morality. I could not fathom how he knew what was going on and still let it happen, all because he had a little power over Father.Father, on the other hand, was a piece of sh*t, a lunatic, a dog. F*ck! I was so pissed off I swear I could put a bullet through his

~VITTORIA~It was the early hours of the morning, and the day was now brighter. The fog had cleared, and the atmosphere was fresh and the air cool. An hour had passed by, and there was a squad already down at the ocean trying to save North and get his car out. Roman was seated by me, looking at the scene unfolding, receiving first aid for his bullet wound. The bleeding had been reduced and the guys in charge were trying to get the bullet out. I saw his uninjured hand tightly gripping his knee and little beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, then proceeded to run down his temple. The clanking of the bullet on the oval steel plate forced my gaze to it and I heard Roman grunt under his breath. It was obvious he had been holding in this pain all this time, pretending to be fine while chasing North. I grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently, "How were you putting up so far? You look so bad now."He grunted again just as the disinfectant came in contact with the injury, "I might have

~VITTORIA~ A few months had passed and life was settling into a quieter rhythm. No one could find North or his body, so we didn't know if he was alive or not. Zade Stokes, who had been in it with him, couldn't be found either so there wasn't really any lead to North. Every week, a search team would go back to the ocean to search for his body and it was always the same disappointing story. Simon's funeral had been a few days after his death. My failure to avenge Isabelle's death ended up not being a choice I even made. But at the same time, I couldn't bring myself to celebrate Simon's death or mourn it either. For Roman, it was different. I watched him at Simon's funeral, his shoulders square and his eyes dry, watching the coffin go into the ground with a silent anger that radiated out of him. I doubted if he had any trace of sorrow in him. I knew he had a whole lot of things to say to Simeon, and not being able to say them, but instead seeing Simeon's lifeless body staring back at