Grave of the Mafia’s Love Chapter 08
Julian moved astonishing fast.
No sooner had he finished stitching up the wound
than he drove to an abandoned warehouse in the
northern district. His assistant had relayed the
news to him.
There, I saw the people who had hurt me.
By the time Julian arrived, they had already been
beaten to a pulp.
Some of their faces were so swollen that they
could barely speak.
Wherever Julian looked, people looked up at him in
terror.
“You scum–how dare you still be alive.”
“And the person you hurt has been dead for three
years.”
“Tell me, is that fair?”
They knelt in a row, looking at one another.
A brave one stammered out a question.
“Don, you’ve got the wrong people. We’re all good
citizens.”
The others chimed in desperately.
“That’s right, that’s right. We wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
Julian’s demeanor turned unusually cold. His jaw
was clenched, and the veins on his arms stood
out.
“Did you forget?”
“How could you forget?”
Julian grabbed the collar of the person closest to
him, his eyes ablaze with murderous intent.
The man, whose neck was grabbed, seemed to
get a sudden rush of adrenaline.
He struggled and, gasping for breath, managed to
utter a few words.
“I remember… that girl…”
Julian threw him to the ground with a crash.
The man hurriedly stepped back, staring intently at
Julian as if he were a monster.
“It’s not our fault! She’s the one who seduced us!
Who dresses like that at night? Walking alone on
the street…”
Julian was silent for two seconds.
Then he took a step forward, picked up a steel
pipe, and weighed it in his hand.
“No! Don! Please!”
The next second, the pipe slammed into the man’s
skull.
Even in death, I still couldn’t bring myself to watch
something like that. He appeared sooner than I’d
expected, crouching by the drainpipe and washing
his hands.
At first, he scrubbed meticulously. Then, as if
something had occurred to him, his movements
grew fierce.
He scrubbed frantically until his skin turned red
and swollen and was covered in blood.
Finally, he stopped.
He curled up into a ball and clutched his sleeve
tightly.
“Sylvia… I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry… I miss you so much…”
As he confessed, I felt my body growing lighter
and lighter.
Julian used his influence to ensure that these
individuals were sentenced to life in prison.
This was the best possible outcome I could ever
have imagined.
I counted down my departure on my fingers, while
Julian went to visit Helen Cartwright.
He looked exhausted, his facial muscles tense. He
hadn’t slept in days.
Helen sighed, her voice full of sincerity.
“You seem to know how Sylvia her last years. She went through a lot of pain.”
“If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you…”
Julian shook his head, looking completely
dejected.
“No, thank you.”
“Your apology won’t bring my father back to life,
and my apology won’t bring Sylvia back to life
either.”
“Just… tell me about her.”
