Chapter two

✧ si vis pacem, para bellum ✧

✧ If you want peace, prepare for war ✧

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I awake with a jolt, another nightmare.

It's still dark outside. I look at the clock on my nightstand, it's 3 am.

I have to pee, I drag myself out of bed and into the hall. Not knowing where anything is, I wander through the house and decide to open random doors, to check if any of them are the bathroom. I stop in front of the first door I see.

I crack it open and realize, this is not the bathroom.

Inside are 3 men I don't recognize and Angelo, standing over a clear tarp, with an unconscious man tied to a chair. Blood has been spread all over the ground and all over some of the mens hands. The hostage wakes from his unconscious state, startled.

Angelo pulls out a handgun from his pants and aims it at the man in the chair. The man begs and pleads for his life, saying anything that could convince them not to shoot him.

It all happens so fast. He actually shot him, and he didn't even feel bad. I scream and slap my hand over my mouth. Shit shit shit.

The men look up at me, surprise, and then rage after that, is displayed all over their faces.

I back away from the door hand still over my mouth. Angelo is the first to come out of the room. Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me back in the direction of my room. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to eavesdrop?!" He yells in his deep voice.

"I'm sorry, I was looking for the bathroom!" I say. He stops, and looks at me for a moment, then pulls my arm the opposite direction. "What are you doing?" I ask alarmed. "Where are you taking me?"

He steers me toward a door and opens it. It's the bathroom. I let out a huge sigh, I thought he was going to take me somewhere else, to punish me for opening random doors.

I go in and close the door behind me. I take a look at myself in the mirror, my face is red, displaying what I just saw in that room. I can't believe he just killed someone. Actually I can believe he just killed someone because that's what he does. He's a killer.

I feel like I'm in shock, I've never seen someone die before. I wonder who that man was. Was he a criminal? A drug dealer? Was he an innocent man, with some information they needed?

When I open the bathroom door, to leave, Angelo is nowhere to be seen. So I make my way back to my room, I notice my bedroom door is cracked open... not how I left it. I open the door and there's a man sitting on my bed. One of the men from the torture party in the other room. "Who are you?" I ask.

"I'm Louis," He says with a curious smirk. "Who are you?" Asking me the same question I just asked him.

"Why are you in my room?" I say ignoring his question. "I was curious who Angelos father is making him marry," he says, sitting on the edge of my bed.

I pause, this is new information,"Angelos father's making him marry me?" I say. Suddenly I feel a tall presence behind me. "What the hell are you doing in here?" Angelo asks Louis with an edge to his voice.

"Nothing, I was just chatting with your fiance," He rushes his words out just like the man in the other room pleading for his life. Louis' face reddens Angelo glares at him. He quickly stands.

"Leave, now." Angelo states. Louis quickly rushes to the door, eager to obey Angelos commands.

I slowly turn around, Angelo stares down at me. His height is intimidating. "You better get some sleep, we have business to attend to in a couple of hours." He moves to close the door behind him, "Who was that man, th- that you shot?" I say with a shaky voice.

He shifts from the door and turns back around to face me. He looks like he's trying to evaluate what to say to me. For a long second he doesn't respond,

"He deserved what he got." Is all he says to me.

I look away from him disgusted. He doesn't even feel bad. He just shot a man and he doesn't even care.

"No one deserves to die." I say, anger laced in my words, but I don't say what I really want to say.

"He owes me money, and he refused to pay it back. So I did what had to be done." He says as if it's the most reasonable answer he could have replied with.

"So all he did was not pay you back?" I ask hoping that there's some other reason to justify what Angelo did to him. Not that he could justify it.

Angelo stares at me, obviously confused why I'm so upset. "Hasn't your father showed you how we do business? Surely you didn't think I would need a reason to kill him." He says, almost laughing. Cruel and cold, just like everyone says he is.

I cringe at his words, not able to say anything else. I feel like I'm getting bullied.

"Go to bed, Ruth" He's not asking, he's commanding. My face turns sour, I close the door, and I get into bed, drifting into sleep.

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Very short chapter again, but bare with me.

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