Entangled With The Mafia Lord

“Oh. I can’t believe I totally forgot about him since I didn’t see him in the sitting room when everyone was trying to eat something. Is he alright?” Aria asked immediately, her lust covered face now blanketed with worry and concern.

I nodded my head, “He needed privacy, that’s why he didn’t stay in the sitting room with us and also why no one went to check up on him, because he needed privacy, but I’m going to go check up on him right now and see if he needs help with something.”

“Is he hurt? Was he shot? Auden, is he alright?” Aria pressed on, her hands poking at the warm comforter she was seated on

If he had been shot, it would have been way better than what happened to him, I thought bitterly. Nicolas has gotten shot a handful times so I was a hundred percent he’d have been able to handle it more than what was done to him.

“He was, but he’s recovering now.” I lied to Aria as I made my way out of the room after returning her cute little wave. He didn’t even get shot once, at the gym days ago, he got hit on his head with something and with the way one part of his hair was still tinged with red, I knew the wound was still somehow fresh and in need of cleaning and treatment since he got kidnapped on Thursday and today’s Saturday.

I made my way downstairs and stopped when I met Tristan sitting with his back against the foot of one of the chairs in the sitting room, his right knee was raised up where he rested his elbow on while the second one was laying flat on the floor. The lights in the sitting room were all turned off and only the lights from the fire flicking all the way from the fireplace illuminated his face in the shadows.

“Tris?” I called out softly as I made my way towards him. He lifted his head that was resting on his elbow and glanced at me for a second before returning his gaze back to The dancing flames. I crouched beside him and nudged him with my body.

“What’s the matter?” I inquired softly.

Tristan was obviously troubled and I’m starting to be worried about him. Ever since the day Nicolas got kidnapped and Nicole got shot, he has been acting somehow weird.

“It’s nothing,” He mumbled softly.

It sure doesn’t look like nothing, I thought as I nudged him again.

“Seriously Tris, what’s wrong?”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

He racked his fingers through his hair before scrubbing that same hand over his face and finally glancing back at me while I held my breath in anticipation for what he was going to say to me.

“It’s…” He trailed off slowly and glanced away while working his throat on a swallow. I clasped his chin and pulled him back until we were staring into each other’s eyes once again.

“Spit it out, Tris.” I urged but he only wrenched his face away from my hold and glared at me. “It’s nothing, alright? I just have a lot on my plate right now.” He spat out.