"She touched my scars and they shined like stars"
-ThePacifiedSouL-

I sighed looking at the papers in front of me. Tons of different papers that I still had to go through. My mind was playing games with me.

I have not been able to function properly. My thoughts kept wandering somewhere else. I have to stop thinking about her.

This was an unusual feeling for me. I have gotten used to being by myself all the time and doing things by myself, that's how I like it. But now, I live with someone who seems to care about the things I do and about how I'm doing.

Strangely enough, I found myself enjoying her company. I found myself eager to get to the house just to see her.

Her big amber brown eyes and her radiant smile were wrapping themselves around my heart and it was hard not to think about her.

Yesterday when she went to see Alfonso I had to go in with her, just to make sure she was safe. Don't get me wrong, I trust Silvio but do I trust him with her?

I just need to know she's safe, that's all.

Seeing her with Alfonso made my blood boil for some unknown reason. Just the thought of her enjoying his company gave me a headache. I know it was not real but seeing him enjoying her company, seeing him touch her activated feelings that I had no idea were possible.

He really thinks he's going to take her out, yeah right? He is lucky he gets to see her during the missions, nothing is going to happen outside of that.

Today I was working from home and she didn't get up at her usual time. Every day I made breakfast for us and we would eat in a comfortable silence sometimes exchanging some words.

She would ask me about my day or about how I have been and every day I looked forward to that. I enjoyed having someone there, I enjoyed having her there.

I like the way she treats me as if I am a normal person. I like that she is not scared to talk to me and ask me about my day.

My phone ringing snaps me out of my thoughts, Enzo's name popping up on the screen. Hoping he had good news I put the phone up to my ear.

"Capo we found one of them," Enzo informs through the phone.

"On my way." And with that, I hung up.

Finally, something interesting is about to happen.

Grabbing my things I leave my office and I decide to go find Serenity.

After walking around the house, I finally find her by the pool reading a book with Onyx next to her.

I get close to her and she doesn't notice my presence. Her eyes focused on her book while one of her hands played with the few pages left. "I'm gonna take care of something, I already told Kano and he should be here in a few minutes." I let her know, later realizing that I didn't have to, yet I wanted to.

She looked up from her book closing it halfway. "Okay, have fun!" She gives me one of her perfect smiles.

I will indeed be having fun.

I nod and walk away.

Once I exited the house I made sure Kano was there before walking towards my car. Once inside the car, I started remembering how she complimented it.

I arrived at the warehouse and made my way to the basement where I knew he was going to be. Opening the door of the dark room I inhale and the stench of blood and death hits my nose.

"Capo," Enzo nods acknowledging my presence. "He doesn't wanna talk. I know you like playing with them so he's untouched." Enzo walks up next to me and we both look at him.

I walk to the table that displays various torturing devices from guns and knives to electrical torture. Choosing one was always a difficult task, but I enjoyed using all of them.

Looking at the man in front of me, he was hung by his wrists and his eyes were on me.

"Undress him and get him wet," I ordered Enzo and he did as I asked.

Enzo ripped off his clothes with a knife and left the room for a few seconds just to come back with two buckets of water and pour them over the man.

Once he was ready for me to start I walked close to him. I looked at him up and down and I could tell he was terrified, yet, I recognized his gaze and I knew he was going to be fun to break.

"Who's your boss?" I knew the answer to this but I needed to see what was he willing to say.

Quiet

I walked close to him and put an electric choker and belt on him. He looked at my actions and realization drew in his eyes, but still no words.

"I asked you something, who is your boss?"

Quiet

I grabbed the remote control making sure his eyes were on me. When he failed to say something I pressed the button making screams echo through the room.

I look back at Enzo and he is enjoying this just as much as I am. If there was someone in this world who was as sick as me it was him.

"Who do you work for?"

"Non ti sto dicendo niente!" [I'm not telling you anything!] He muttered through gritted teeth which made the beast inside me happy and I pressed the button again.

"Va bene, va bene" [okay, okay] When I heard him say through his screams I turned off the electric shocks.

I look at him waiting for him to start talking and I can hear him breathing inconsistently.

"Hurry, don't make me turn it up again." I warn.

"Alfonso," He said out of breath. "I work for Alfonso." That was most certainly not the name I wanted to hear.

"Who does Alfonso work for?" My patience was growing thin, I needed him to start speaking quickly.

"I-I don't know."

I press the button this time for a longer period of time, a sadistic smile growing on my face once I hear his cries for me to stop.

I love hearing them cry, begging for me to stop.

I put the remote away, now grabbing a dagger and walking close to him.

"When was the last time you talked with Alfonso?" I start, playing with the knife in my hands.

"Yesterday night..." He trails off and his eyes stay on the knife in my hands.

"What did he say?" I put the knife close to his skin, trailing it up and down his ribs, momentarily slicing his skin and making him hiss.

"Uh... I-I don't remember..." I stab him right under his ribs, blood pouring down his body and onto the floor.

He screams in pain trashing around. "How about now? Do you remember?" I ask once again, looking at the blood on my knife.

"I-I don't remember..." He cries out through loud uncontrollable sobs.

"Come on! Use that damn thick brain of yours." I urge, starting to grow frustrated.

"I was drunk, I don't remember!" He keeps crying and I stab him once again above the previous spot and he screams.

"He was talking about a g-girl he met yesterday..." He said in between coughs, "She left him blue balled a-and asked me to send him a bitch..." he finished crying.

At the mention of the girl he met yesterday, my heart started beating faster. "Oh really? What did he say about her, huh?" I could feel my muscles tense.

"N-Nothing crazy," He started coughing once again, growing impatient I stabbed him once again now in his stomach. "Cazzo, amico" [Fuck, dude]

"Hurry up, I don't have all the fucking time in the world," I muttered angrily.

"He said h-he wanted her..." By now tears were running down his cheeks and screams were heard all around the room. "He wants to fuck her, h-he said he was gonna do anything it takes... that's all I-I swear!"

Over my dead body.

I punched him in the face once then twice, his cries stopped and his face slumped backward. He looked up at me trying to keep his head up and then proceeded to spit out some blood.

He looked so pathetic, just how I wanted him to look.

"Did he say anything else?"

"I don't know..." His voice started slurring and I knew I didn't have that much time left. "That's all I remember." He let his face fall forward.

Fucking pathetic

I kept punching him and punching him I lost count of how many punches I threw at him.

"Beg me not to kill you." I ordered him, knowing that I loved to hear people beg for mercy.

"P-please..." He pathetically tried.

"Please what, huh?"

"Please... p-please don't kill me." He said between coughs.

"Why shouldn't I?" I asked sadistically just wanting to hear him suffer.

"I-I have a family... a wife... kids... p-please have mercy..."

You don't want to die? Should have chosen a different lifestyle then.

I pick up the dagger from the floor and stand behind him. I grab his jaw with one hand and with the other one, I slash his throat, blood spraying over my hands and down his body.

I have been staying at Stephano's house for about two weeks now and I regularly see him in the mornings and whenever he gets back to the house.

He is someone reserved, he doesn't talk that much, yet, most of the time he is always near when he's at the house.

He is very hard to read since he always has that stoic expression and as much as I liked, loved talking, starting a conversation with him was hard.

I don't know him, what should I talk about?

The only person who had to endure my long talks was Kano and Onyx. I ended up giving in and accepted that Onyx was always going to be there. We can say that now we are buddies.

He listens to me rant about random stuff and I would say he is better than a human because he actually listens to me. Maybe he doesn't understand me, but I like to think that he does.

I was getting tired and my eyes gave into the darkness.

"Open your eyes dumb bitch"

I cried closing my eyes, trying to cover my eyes. I tried getting out of their grasp but they were too strong.

"Look at what we are doing. Look!" The man screamed not too far from me but I didn't want to see what he was doing, what he was about to do.

I wanted to wake up, have it all be a nightmare and later in the morning forget about the dream because after all I had everything and my life was still perfect.

I woke up panting in fear and sat up. I looked around the room and recognized where I was however that did not help. That did not make me feel better. That did not erase everything that happened that day.

Normally I don't have nightmares about what happened but to my dismay, today was one of those days.

I tried to live like that never happened. That my life was still perfect and I had everything and everyone I loved close to me, although I knew it was mostly not true.

So I cried because that was the only way I would feel slightly better. I cried and wondered why me. Why did it have to be that way? Why do I have to keep living with that heaviness in my heart? Why? Just why?

So many questions arose within me and none of them had been answered.

I promised myself I was never going to be that weak again, I was going to defend myself, and I was going to kill him.

After crying for some minutes I heard something coming from downstairs. This has happened almost every night

It was a song, a piano song to be exact.

I grabbed my phone that was charging on my nightstand and looked at the time.

4:35 am

The first night that I heard the piano play, I was genuinely scared because that's something you see in scary movies. But despite that, the piano played always around the same time from 2 am to 5 am.

The songs played for hours. They were sad songs, heart-wrenching songs.

Was he depressed? I gotta ask him sometime.

This time I decided to get up and see what was going on. I made my way downstairs looking for him around the dark house, but I found him where I least expected him.

He was the one playing the piano.

Now that was a little bit hot... just a little bit.

The house was dark, but the moonlight reflected perfectly on the piano and him. I walked closer, trying to be quiet because I did not want to interrupt his masterpiece. He was so focused while his fingers moved skillfully hitting each key.

I sat on a couch not too far from him and I just admired him from afar. He was such a mysterious person, yet, here he was playing the saddest pieces I have ever heard.

He looked so perfectly stunning playing. His white dressing shirt did not do much to try to hide his muscular back. Then his messy hair looked like he ran his fingers through it multiple times.

And I just sat there. Looking at him. Dreaming about him.

I might have a slight crush on him.

Once he finished playing he just sat there and I heard him take a deep breath.

"Who taught you how to play?" I decided to break the silence. I wasn't sure of what to say, but I knew I wanted to talk to him.

Once he heard my voice he grabbed the gun that was resting in his waistband, turned around, and pointed it at me, all in less than one second.

"Hey, hey, let's calm down Steph!" I said holding both of my hands up later realizing I had called him Steph.

Hope he doesn't mind and kills me because of it.

When he saw me he breathed out and put the gun back in his waistband.

Oh God, that was something else.

I was definitely not thinking about things I shouldn't be thinking about right now.

"I did." He replied, turning around, "Why are you up?"

"I should be asking you the same thing. Do you ever sleep?" I asked, knowing that I had heard him play almost every night.

If he plays at night, and works during daytime, when the fuck does he sleep?

"Somewhat." His voice was monotonous and he was still looking somewhere else but me.

I'll take that as a no.

"You're really good at it." I complimented which made him look back at me.

He looked at me up and down as if trying to see if I was lying. When he realized I was saying the truth he muttered a low 'thank you'.

In no time he went back to playing and I stayed there, still admiring his dark sad songs. He was so talented I could have never guessed that an intimidating man like him could master the piano.

His playing brought some tranquility inside my body that relaxed my soul and without realizing it I fell asleep.

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