KILLIAN MENDOZA
I don't step out of my room after seeing Brandon. I lay naked on my bed, my eyes shut and my thoughts wide.
Alessandro was pissed I was keeping Brandon and I already made him believe I'd pick Brandon over him, he must be in rage.
We grew up together, played and fought side by side and just when Brandon comes into the picture, I'm ditching him. I'm not the type to regret words I have said but I have to set some boundaries.
Amaya's killer is still out there, and if I want to get Alessandro's trail off Brandon, I needed to find the killer. I climb down from the bed and stand before the mirror, staring at my reflection. Alessandro isn't so brave to shoot Brandon, he wouldn't do anything to provoke me, I just had to find the shooter and I sure as hell know how to.
Darkness has covered the sky and I find my way to the room Brandon was resting. I push the door open and step in, his sister is seated by his side, her hand on his and her head lowered. She doesn't notice my presence so she doesn't move.
After a while of watching her, I clear my throat and she suddenly stands up, I see the fear in her eyes.
"I'm not here to hurt you, but I could change my mind if you don't give me the answers I want."
"W..what are you talking about?" She ask. I fake a smile and walk closer.
"Tell me, who shot your brother?"
She takes a step backwards until her brother's bed stops her. "I...I... don't know."
"You lied, you know what I do to liars?"
"What do you care if my brother gets hurts? You're all trying to kill us aren't you."
"Not the answer I want to hear."
"I don't care!" She snaps. "Just leave us the fuck alone, go do something with your worthless lives!" She spat.
I frown, I hate curses and most especially coming from her. I watch her from head to toe, assessing how easily I can snap her neck and end her now. But I won't, because Brandon wouldn't want that and I hate to say it but, I don't want him throwing a tantrum over the death of his sister when he wakes up.
"I'll ask again," I straighten up. "Who shot him?"
"Your bloody household..."
My patience snaps and I grab her by the neck, pulling her close and choking the life out of her. "The only reason you're alive is because of Brandon, so you might as well want to behave yourself else I'll have you killed without his knowledge. And note this, I don't like you, I don't give a fuck about you. If I could, I'd snap your neck right now, find everyone related or close to Brandon and eradicate all of them, just so he can be mine alone. Don't test your luck again, Anita!" With that I release her and she falls on the ground, coughing and barely breathing.
I adjust my clothing and look down at her. "Let try again shall we. Who shot him?"
She's still coughing and I'm getting angrier, I grab her neck and her hands shot out, wrapping around mine. "I asked you a damn question."
"It's Kam!" She chokes out.
"Doesn't ring a bell."
"He used to work for my father."
"Kam?" I just found the bastard who hurt Brandon, he'd better get ready because I wouldn't be merciful. I free her and walk towards the exit. I stop by the door and turn to her. "Take care of him," with that I walk away, closing the door behind me.