I am not a demon
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I stared at my injured arm through the vertical mirror in my bathroom, reminiscing about yesterday’s event.
I was in a hall attenting to different high classed politicians and mafia men when I felt a piercing sting of pain in my arm.
Though no sound was heard but immedetialy, I felt a liquid soaking my cloth.
My eyes darted to my arm in an instant and I saw that the liquid was spreading, tainting every area and more especially it was scarlet red.
It was then the pain really shot through me like lightening bolt and my knees buckled to the ground.
I was shot by a silencer. It seems the shooter must have targeted my chest but it got into my arm instead.
Some of my men flanked around me in the blink of an eye, racing to get an ambulance, while the majority had their guns drawn out for blood as they ran outside the hall.
The shooter was uncovered in a nearby underground tunnel but the bloody mother fucker still escaped.
He shot one of my capos in the arm, Fabio, thereby creating a brief distraction and slipping away from the murderous grasps of my men.
He escaped yesterday but not for long.
The blaring sound of the ambulance was the last thing I could vividly remember hearing as I was loosing a lot of blood and my senses had become so unstable.
The drive to the hospital was very quick given the urgency of the situation.
But once I knew the bullet was taken out of my arm, I stormed out of the ward.
I shouldn’t be in there resting. I should be outside trying to find who the fuck sent an assassin to me.
But this was not a new thing to me. This was the mafia world. A world where gun brawls and blood were the norm.
But everybody had a reason for doing whatever they did.
It could be for political gain or just pure thirst for more wealth.
I had made my destination as confidential as I could, making sure only my capos knew where I was heading.
And also Alina.
In a flick, my face became doused in anger. Dang it!
I was literally living under the same roof with the enemy’s daughter.
Was she perhaps behind all these?
I honestly had very big doubts about that girl. I could never trust she nor her father or any Fedorov.
If only she knew how much I was itching to have the life sucked out of her petite body then she would definitely watch her steps.
If I do find out that Nikolia and Alina are responsible for this, I swear on the damnation of my soul, I’ll have their bodies mutilated and fed to dogs.
A knock on the door drew me out of my thoughts and I sauntered outside.
“Come in” I bellowed, sitting on the bed.
Alina walked in with a tray of food in her hand as the door closed behind her.
Placing it on the little mahogany centre table in the middle of my room, she turned to face me.
“You look ok. How is your hand?”she asked with a calm demeanour.
I gazed at her for a while before responding.
“It’s fine. What do you want?” I threw her my question.
Alina rolled her eyes at my question and hissed.
“You are way too high handed Dante” she scoffed.
“Does it bother you?” I chuckled.
“I’m just trying to actaully help you and you are being so rude and mean. Do you think I want to kill you?” She scowled.
I stood up taking few steps towards her and closing the distance between us.
“Were you in any way involved in my shooting?”
Alina stared at me like a deer caught on headlights with her jaws hanging loose.
“What the fuck Dante? Do you really think I would actaully do that?”
“I don’t trust you Alina so you better answer my question. I’m giving you the chance to actually say the truth” my acrimonious voice retorted back at her.
“Dante I swear I wasn’t in anyway involved in your shooting” she replied back, anger visibly written all over her face.
I perused her facial expression with a devilish smile on my face.
“What if I find out your father staged it all?”
“Then do away with me and kill me” she immediately replied not caring the effects or gravity of her words.
“Oh that can defintely be arranged” I gave a baleful utterance not batting an eyelid at her.
I felt Alina quiver, before she stepped back a little, reducing our proximity.
Whipping her face towards the door of my room, she called out.
“You both can come in. The patient is in here”
What? My brows puckered at her statement. In a nick of time, a middle aged doctor and a young nurse walked inside with some medical equipments.
Fuck.
I groaned within me.
I don’t need any fucking doctor!
“I’ll leave you both to handle him” Alina told the doctor and nurse before exiting the room.
“Get out” I ordered them both once Alina had gone.
The nurse and doctor passed each other quizzical glances before facing me in confusion.
“Mr Dante, Alina your wife instructed us to examine you and treat you” the doctor told me.
“And so? I don’t want to be treated by anyone” I scoffed at them.
“Mrs Dante really cares for you. Please let us examine you ok” the young nurse urged.
My head seemed to spin hearing them speak so fondly of Alina.
“Fine” I gritted out. If it was going to stop them from praising Alina then I would let them examine me.
Alina wore such a devious mask that anybody who saw her would think she was an angel but she was nothing close to it.
My mind wandered over and over agian about last night ordeal as the doctor and nurse attended to me and I felt my blood boiling on the fact that the shooter still roamed about freely.
That man should be six feets beneath us for daring to mess with Dante Morelli.
Fuck.
I needed to kill him myself.
Nothing would give me more pleasure right now than embedding bullets into the person that dared to shoot me.
My demon was out and it was blood thirsty.
I was so deep in thoughts that I didnt realise when the doctor was done.
“Mr Dante….” his voice snapped me out of my reverie. He just finished changing my bandage and I was too angry to notice it.
I glanced at him. “What?”
“I’ll give some prescriptions to your wife, Mrs Alina. She will get you drugs that will help in healing your injury ok” he told me.
I huffed. Whatever. “Fine” came my abrupt reply.
With a wave and a smile, he walked out, the nurse trailing behind him.
I watched them go and in about two minutes, Alina walked in looking fulfilled.
“I am glad you didn’t chop off their heads with your overbearing attitude” she jeered at me with her hands folded across her chest.
“Alina what do you want for crying out loud?!” I heard myself yelling.
I was fed up with her charade.
She stared at me dumbfounded.
“I dont get you”
“Cut the bloody act bitch! I am not bying it gattina. Why did you call a doctor for me? Why are you trying to help me?!”
I just felt so enraged right now.
Alina had her face contorted in a flick and she marched up to me, staring at me dead in the eye.
“I am helping you because unlike you, I have a heart and human emotions. I am not a beast neither am I a demon. I won’t even try clear off any fucking assumption you have of me. Believe whatever you want to believe”