A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(44)

“I don’t believe you,” I growled, just barely getting out what I wanted to say. He smiled and it was sinister, dark, and ugly just like his soul.

“You can say all you want, but once I’m done telling you what happened, I doubt you will be able to not believe me.” I ignored his words trying my hardest to push them from my mind all while he paced the floor in front of me. His fists clenched and there was anger in every single step. He hated how he had no control over me, and it only boosted me up more.

“Anything you say to me is a lie,” I spat at him. “Nothing you could ever say to me would make me think what you’re doing right now is okay. Nothing.” I made sure he heard me, my voice cracking as I raised it.

I watched as Israel grabbed a chair from the corner, moving it to the center of the room and taking a seat.

“Your mother was a sweet woman. Was she not?” He smiled.

He’s baiting you. Don’t give in.

“It’s a shame how she died really…” His voice was dark.

Make it stop. Make the pain go away.

My head pounded in agony as my mind drifted between the past and present. Pain settled into my chest. Though my mother had died years ago, the pain of losing her could still be felt today as if it had happened yesterday. I didn’t want to relive a moment of that with this man.

“Stop talking about her as if you knew her! You know nothing more than what you read on paper,” I hissed out, lifting my chin. He held his hands in his lap as if he were unfazed by all of this.

“There you go assuming things you have no idea about.” He laughed, his voice filling the room.

“Assuming is not knowing, I knew everything about my mother. It is you who is wrong,” I growled, pushing out of my chair. My legs wobbled, searing pain filling my body as I watched him.

“Jared. Dear fragile Jared.” His hands were clasped together behind his back as he stood easily.

“Never talk of her as if you know her.” I wanted to scream, but my voice failed to come out in any other tone but gravely. I was growing weaker by the second.

“When I found out who had my property, I did some digging on you. I needed to, needed to have something to shove down your throat when I got my hands on you!” He was screaming right in my ear, his saliva hitting against my skin.

“You have nothing because everything you’re saying is false. You’re a liar. Right down to your bones. You think you know her and you have a secret that was withheld from me!” I screamed with the last of my strength. I watched as Israel raised his hand, and with a sharp blow to the head, I fell to the ground, my body bouncing off the cement.

The clicking of his shoes on the ground sounded loud in my ears. The world before me was going in and out. How could I make it through this? How could I survive this? Would I even?

“The problem is this is a long running issue. You see, your mother was someone just like Isabella. In fact, you should be the property of my father…” A kick landed against my abdomen, but I felt nothing.

I couldn’t feel any more pain at this point. He bent down with his fist pulled back. My eyes blinked in and out, unfocused as to where he was. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin though, and it just enraged me more. I was a caged animal inside my own body.

“Your mother’s sweet cunt belonged to my family. Her parents sold her to us.” He laughed and it was dark. Then his words hit me, and it was as if an ice bucket of water had been dumped on me.

“YOU’RE LYING!” I screamed. I failed to feel the tears falling from my eyes. I could no longer feel any emotion or pain. After enduring so much, you tend to shut off that part of your body and that’s the point I was at now.

He shook his head. “Nope, I am not. Your mother ran just as Isabella did and it enraged my father. He searched for her for years, but she hid herself well. All it took was one slip up and we had her. He was just going to bring her back to where she belonged when he found her with the likes of your father. To find out she went and birthed another man’s spawn made it even worse. My father spared you and your father all those years ago, but you f*cked that up. Your mother’s fate and yours are going to end in very similar ways.” I could hear what he was saying but couldn’t care less. The effect of what he had previously said still lingered in my mind.

“Love doesn’t end all evil, Jared. Love doesn’t take away the injustice. It just makes things worse. For love, you will die.”

“What happened to her?” I stopped him, wanting an answer before he finished me off. I couldn’t handle not knowing after so many years.

He smiled, happy I had finally given into his charade, “Well, we killed her, of course. She ran from us and so we caused the accident that took her life. We cut her brake line. We drove behind her, right on her bumper. Little tap here, a not so little tap there. We distracted her causing her to swerve. She couldn’t regain control of the wheel, she couldn’t stop either because… snip, snip. That’s the short version. Lesson being, you cannot run from the mafia and expect to live.”

My mind was spinning. Was there a reason to even hold on anymore? Everything that had happened was planned? I had all but prepared my own funeral.

“Any last words?” His voice sounded like a whisper as I tried to pull myself from my mind. Had I done this to us? Had allowing myself to open up to Isabella caused this? If she never met me would I even be here?