THE MAFIA'S PENANCE

IT'S NOT WORTH IT

Seeing the Wynetta figura on the back wall of Vernon's desk made me laugh when I went inside. My guess is correct, there's no way Vernon would have gotten that figura out of his life.

I feel stupid for a few days thinking that he got rid of that thing in his life forever. It all makes me laugh, of course laugh at myself. I really feel so stupid now.

The door to my room was locked and I was just sitting on Vernon's desk chair. Take a bottle of wine and open it. Pour into the glass in the room and enjoy it while looking at the figura. The gun I took from the guard at my doorstep was placed on the table.

I sighed and turned the chair to face the entrance, then gulped down the wine in the glass until it ran out.

My head is a bit heavy at the moment, likely the effect of a bottle of vodka along with the wine I am currently drinking. Plus the reality I'm facing.

Vernon didn't throw away the figura of the woman he loved, it proved the absence of me in his heart. Things got worse when the waiter showed up. A servant who was very similar to the woman that Vernon loved.

What if Vernon left me for the servant? Even I'm sure that yesterday they spent some time together because that's why Vernon came late to his birthday.

My chest grew heavier to breathe, my mind started to drift thinking about all the things that kept spinning in my mind. As much as possible I resisted the sadness that was attacking me at this moment. I don't want to cry, that's my promise.

My eyes were closed for a moment while remembering a dream that came to me while I was still in Venice. A dream that is a continuation of my memory of talking to the man I love.

"You're so handsome, I love you. Why won't you be my fiancee?" I said to someone standing in front of me right now. "I know you and the girl love each other but she and my sister are engaged."

My current conversation opponent did not answer anything and just stood before me. Even I could not see her face at this moment because the sunlight was blinding my eyes as I raised my head to look at her.

"I know you shot him yesterday." Vernon's voice sounded. He is the man standing before me at the moment. "Why did you shoot him? You always do everything you want as you please. You're a woman, but you hurt other women. I don't know what you're thinking. That's why no other woman wants to be friends with you."

"He betrayed you." I said with teary eyes when I heard Vernon's words. "I saw him a few times fuck—"

"Be quiet! You have no right to accuse him. No one will believe a woman like you." Cut Vernon. "He's much better than you, everyone knows that. Go, I don't want to see a woman like you in front of me. You are so sick!!"

I endured a great deal of sadness after hearing the harsh words of someone I loved ten years ago. There was nothing I could say after that. Everything that came out of Vernon's mouth made my heart ache with a tight chest. My breath became heavy withstanding the sadness.

Vernon doesn't believe my words. It was so bad, he didn't even let me finish the sentence I was about to say to him. Something about the betrayal of the woman he loved so much.

Wynetta fucked Vegard. That's why I showered the two of them with gunshots in that room a week before my birthday ten years ago.

The sound of the door making me open my eyes. Vernon and Esteban's voice was heard behind the door. They called me to open the door immediately. They both seem to be very worried about me.

Looks like the party's over. I guess there are no more invited guests in this house after the news that I was in the workspace Vernon was known by him.

"Viv, open the door!! Quickly open the door!!" Vernon from the outside.

"The man opens the door." Esteban's voice was no less panicked.

I laughed again. Hearing the panic they both made me feel funny. Ah, no, I'm just back laughing at myself right now.

I poured the wine back into the glass and drank it. The influence of alcohol seemed to make me so levitate right now. My view is not very clear now either.

I picked up the gun on the table and at the same time there was a gunshot to the door. Then those outside kicked the door open.

Vernon and Esteban stood in the doorway as I pointed the gun I was holding towards them. The two of them were silent looking at me, like I was afraid I would explode the firearm.

But I pulled the gun that was pointing at them and turned it towards my head.

"Viv, put the gun down." Pinta Vernon who did not dare to step forward in the slightest. "Don't act stupid."

Hearing him I chuckled while pointing the gun at my head.

"I beg you, Viv." Vernon looked at me with an anxious look.

"Madam, put the gun down. Things won't go well if you do." Exclaimed Esteban who tried to step forward.

I turned to him, looking at the young man who was trying to step closer to me.

"Stay there, Est!!" Excruciate.

"No mistress." Esteban replied, still slowly. "Put down that gun. Don't punish yourself with something you don't deserve."

Esteban's words made me smile and I slowly lowered the gun that was pointing at my head and placed it on the table violently.

Seeing her Esteban looks relieved, while Vernon still looks tense even though he is not as sweet as before.

"Yes, you're right." I said with a small laugh after which I stood up and looked at Esteban. "You're always right in all your words."

I walked in with a somewhat shaky step as a slight drunkenness led to the door approaching Vernon who was still standing in front of him, but my gaze did not look at him at all. I kept walking past her and came out of the room where the image of the woman I loved the man I loved was beautifully displayed.

"Viv, what's wrong? You okay?" Olivia asked as I walked past her, her face radiating panic at me.

I approached her and kind of leaned over my body to say something to the poor woman who for the rest of her life had to be in a wheelchair.

"Oliv, I have to tell you something. It's all about me having sex with Alec twice when you've decided to get married." My word.

I did not wait for his reaction and chose to walk up the stairs.

"Be careful, madam." Esteban held onto my arm as my staggering body wavered and was about to fall.

But I brushed it off and didn't want any help from anyone.

"You're right Est, I'm not going to punish myself for anything I don't deserve." I said in a slow voice as I continued my steps.

...–NATZSIMO–...