EDITED: 20th March 2019.

Brooklyn.

I look at Diavolo in shock, he knows Sierra?

But he isn't looking at me, his gaze is fixed on Sierra who too is staring at him and is shaking slightly but she doesn't break eye contact with him.

She glares right into his eyes making me surprised at the sudden shift in her mood towards him, but it doesn't add up. Who is she to him?

"Umm.." Antonio breaks the thick silence and as if the spell that was cast over them broke, they blink and look at him simultaneously.

"What was that?" Antonio awkwardly asks the question that has been on my mind for a while too.

They don't reply and it's awkward all over again until Sierra looks away from him and meets my eye, her eyes widening for a fraction of a second before she runs to me and hugs me real tight.

I hug her back, rubbing her back but she doesn't pull away until I force her to.

"How are you?" I ask her, searching her face for any kind of answers but she seems to look...different. Not that sad girl I saved from Rodger, no she is glowing in a beautiful way.

"I am great, Brooklyn. How are you doing?" She asks me and smiles so wide and bright it almost blinds me.

Wow, she seems...happy.

"I am good too. You seem happy?"

"I am. The happiest I've been in a long time." She whispers the last part, stealing a glance at Antonio who was already giving her a look.

Ooo, I ship it!

When their eyes meet, he winks at her making her blush deep red and she looks back at me. I raise my eyebrows but she just shrugs and I understand. I know she doesn't want me asking questions so I decided to zip my mouth. For now.

"So, pal let's start with that meeting, shall we?" Antonio the ever goofy one says with a lopsided grin making me almost forgot what happened a while ago.

Almost, though.

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We enter through the house door after leaving Antonio's place and Diavolo turns the lights on. I trail behind him silently, knowing we were alone since the maids and cooks leave at 10 pm. And it was almost 11:40 pm.

He attempts to walk up the stairs to delay the talk I said we were going to have once we reached home but before he could I uttered the words that made him freeze almost immediately.

"Diavolo, don't you dare try to slip away from me."

He looks at me with thunder in his eyes and stalks to me so intimidatingly that I almost peed myself but I stood my guard, my head held up confidently.

I am tired of delaying this. I want answers and I will get them tonight.

He backs me up against the wall, placing his hands on either side of my face, "Who do you think you are making demands to? Huh? You think you are in control just because I have let you on the loose for a while? I think the fuck not." He growls and punches the wall.

I begin to shake in fear or something else I don't know, I want to back out but I don't dare do so.

You will not back out, Brooklyn. You. Will. Not.

"Beat me, choke me, murder me. I don't care because I won't back down until I get the answers I desire." I say through coughs and he grits his teeth loudly.

He moves and I can finally breathe better. I look over only to see him sighing to himself angrily looking deep in thought. I snap my fingers in an impatient motion and he sighs once again, but this time in frustration.

"Okay. What do you want to know?" He says and I almost start clapping, jumping up and down like a happy puppy but I don't instead I resort to giving him a tiny smile for giving this 'opening up' a chance.

"Who is Sierra to you?" I start and when I see him opening his mouth no doubt to say 'no one' I shush him, "Don't even try to lie to me. Truth is all I want."

He closes his eyes as if reliving a painful before he opens them and avoids my eyes, "Sierra is my little sister. I haven't seen her since... I murdered our parents. I tried to find her but couldn't."

He murdered his parents?! Oh my God, What the actual fuck.

I know I was pushing my luck but I walked towards him slowly cupping his face, making him gaze at me with his pained eyes. I rub his cheeks and ask,

"Why did you murder your parents?" I ask cautiously and he looks so angry but I could see beneath it. The hurt, he was feeling.

"They were fairly rich but abusive. It was like we weren't children but toys they could use and throw whenever they wanted. They used to beat me until I passed out almost every day. I don't ever remember a happy moment of my childhood. Sierra, on the other hand, was safe from their ruthlessness because I always took her beatings. She was a pure soul. Innocent, timid and most importantly my little sister. It was my job to protect her from all the bad. I hid her from everything, the filthy parties my parents hosted, the get-togethers. Everything. When I was about 16, I got involved with really bad people. Guns, drugs, alcohol, and shit like that. When I finally turned 18, I got the courage to kill my parents once and for all. I did kill them, but my poor sister witnessed it. She never really faced their wrath and I never told her about the abuse so the first reaction I got from her was bad. She thought I was a murder, a monster and she ran away. I tried to search for her but after losing all hope, I resorted to myself. Became cold and distant from anyone and everyone built a reputation and an empire for myself. Now here I am, the most feared Mafia Boss in the World."

He closes his eyes tightly and a lone tear falls out. I wipe it away and hug him as best I could with tears of my own falling out of my eyes. He was shaking and he immediately wraps his arms around me, hiding his face in my neck all I hear is sobs. I feel warm tears on the skin but say nothing only hug him harder.

We stay there for what seems like forever but it isn't, only a few minutes. We pull away and I wipe away his dried tears while he stares at me with adoration in his eyes.

"What?" I ask when he stares very intensely.

"You are just really beautiful." He says and I blush beet red.

Not the time to woo me, you handsome jerk.

I clear my throat, my nerves getting the best of me, "I don't...don't know what to say. I have no words. I am speechless. I knew you had a bad past but this is way beyond what a child your age should face. I hope you know that you are the bravest, strongest and most amazing person I have ever met. That you are not a monster. A murderer, maybe since you do kill but a monster. Never. You might kill people but I know it's because they deserve it. And your parents, they damn well deserved it. As for Sierra, she will come around, she is just hurt and angry but I am sure once she knows the truth all her anger will be directed at your parents and not you."

I say it all in one breath, making sure to look into his eyes while doing so. He needs to know that he is amazing and so, so strong.

My heart ached for him. His past was the worst thing a child could ever go through, why God why?

"How do you always know what to say? I am so blessed, God am I blessed." He says, staring into my eyes once again and stroking my cheeks. I lean into his touch and the moment we share is something so precious.

Out of blue, a question arises in my mind but I am too hesitant to ask it. He notices my inner war and asks,

"Spill, Brook. I can practically see the wheels moving in your head. Just so you know, you can ask me anything." He says seriously but still with a teasing undertone.

And so I take a deep breath and ask,

"Why do you hate your name so bad?"

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