"Amazing…?" She chuckled as she looked at him, at the face that she wanted to tear down. "Huh, then let me touch you more…" She said, and with it, she started hitting him like Joseph was just a punch bag… at least just his face.
Yeah, because Jelana wanted to erase that smirk from his face, the face she saw every fucking night after the massacre happened, after she stood by the grave of her family, after their heads needed to be reattached to their bodies and now her time came to finally take revenge on the man she thought did it all.
For a decade, she was preparing for this moment, so every single punch came with those ten years of pain… but the last punch was the one that almost knocked him the fuck out and almost made him fall off the chair, blood splattering everywhere.
Joseph's head was down, but he was still up somehow, trying to get himself together while the whole world spun around him.
Fuck… this is bad… he thought as he fought to stay up, as his vision blurred with the blood. Don't let them come here… just let me die…
Then suddenly, the door opened in the back, and as Olivia thought, they were really fucked, because it was not just Salvatore who was here, but the whole fucking alliance of them.
At the door, a man came in with a perfect black suit, his hand decorated with a gold signet ring, his hair perfectly cut. He looked smooth and radiated an aura… and of course he did, because it was Gabbana Siccorio, the fucking heir of the Siccorio family.
Yeah, in front of her, Olivia had the exact same people who were at the top of the fucking wanted list… he heirs of the empires, the heirs who took the legacy of their families and rebuilt it from the ruins and made an alliance.
"Jelena darling, please don't kill him." His deep voice came. "I need to talk with our lovely Joseph. Fresh him up." He said as he looked at one of their men, and he did exactly that, pouring water onto Joseph's head.
And well yeah, it really did freshen him up, as well as his vision finally cleared up and he could see who was standing in front of him.
"My friend Joseph, do you recognize me? I am Gabbana Siccorio. You know, when we were little, like seven, we actually played together." He smiled and pointed to the side, to the last member of the alliance. "He is Vincente Lisonda." He smiled into Joseph's face and well, he finally put together the puzzle.
All of them were the ones that died that night… the Siccorio family, the Lisonda, and Salvatore… yeah, all of them were the heirs of the thrones.
"Oh…" He looked up at Gabbana. "Is this… my welcoming party…?" He said and laughed, yeah, he laughed, and it came from deep.
Even Olivia got confused by it, and moreover scared, because it was creeping her out.
"You really got crazy, huh, Joseph… all these years fucked you up, huh?" Gabbana asked as he squatted down, looking at him, deep into his eyes. "But I'm sure you know what we want, so Joseph… let me ask you nicely, how did you do it? Because deep down I know…" He gestured around with his hand. "…we all know, it was you, but I can't even imagine how you did it, killed my mother, my father, you killed their families." He gestured around once again. "So how did you do it, and who helped you?"
Please just don't let them come here, God… let me finally die, fuck…
They fucked up, because they thought Joseph would be scared, would be begging for his life, but no, he wanted one thing, peace. And that peace came with his death, because he knew very well he can't live a normal life after all of this happened. Actually, if he had the thing for it, he would have hanged himself up in that cell, he would have cut up his arms… but he couldn't do it because he didn't have shit.
Yeah, he wanted to kill himself because he endured all ten years and realized there isn't life for him outside of the prison. The moment he is alone, he would do what he deemed to be best for him.
To die in silence, to finally rest.
But now, it was actually possible to get himself killed… just needed to tell what exactly happened, what exactly he knew… without them coming first… yeah, if they come in time, his life is going to chain him to this life…
"How?!" Now Vincente shouted as he stepped up to him and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up to stare into his eyes. "How did you do it!" But he saw nothing in them, not even a bit of fear in his eyes. It was hollow and empty.
So he let go of him and did what he thought was best, he pulled out his gun and stepped to Olivia, pushing the barrel to her head. "Tell it or she dies." Yeah, and motivation to tell the truth.
I kill him, I kill her, I kill everybody for the answers… what low life people they are…
He slowly turned to Olivia, who was looking at him with those eyes of fear. Yeah, he could see it, her legs shaking, her eyes wide open with the fear of that bullet… but it wasn't the bullet that she was scared of, wasn't Vincente or these fuckers here… no, she was scared of Joseph.
Yeah, because Joseph didn't even notice what everybody else did… that he was smirking all the time, that fucking faint smile was on his face while he was being beaten up, and he is now smiling as he's looking at her… yeah, she was scared not of the smile but of what was behind it.
It was excitement.
Fucking excitement in those empty eyes, in that fucking faint smile was excitement, which scared her the most… because what she was scared of was the consequence if Joseph dies… like if it's true and it was him who ordered the families to be massacred, that literally fucked up the whole system.
She could only think about one thing.
What would happen if he was killed by gangsters?
What if his body is found tortured and with a bullet in it… what would happen then?
What if those people who carried out the massacre would take revenge in his name?
Because one thing she was sure of… those people, if they are real, if the story is real, are monsters on their own… not mindless ones… no, they are loyal monsters.
Those are the worst kind, because they don't stop… not until everyone is dead.