The Mafia’s Endgame

| 19 | Answer me.

"He gave me specific instructions," she says, her voice shaking now as she continues with her explanation, her arms crossed as she holds onto her torso in an attempt to comfort herself.

"To come to the house and pretend like I wasn't feeling well, so you could take me to the infirmary... From there, I was meant to help Celestia escape." She explains and as Demetrio listens, he frowns to himself, remembering how genuinely worried he was for Amethyst, especially after she passed out... he doesn't understand why she would lie to him about something like that, just so she could get into the infirmary... even if the doctors ended up detecting several drugs in her system. Now it all makes sense…

"But... what happened to Caesaro..." she shakes her head and Demetrio tenses once more at the mention of his late best friend, his breathing becoming heavy as he thinks of how Caesaro bled out and there was no way for any of them to save him.

"It was never part of the plan..." Amethyst answers slowly, almost defensively.

"I never wanted to kill anyone. Celestia... I never wanted her to kill him. I... I didn't want any of this..." Amethyst stammers over her words, voice breaking as she feels tears form in his eyes.

"Even the men you killed?" Demetrio asks. He doesn't say it in an accusatory way, but there's a quiet, dangerous edge to the question. "You shot them in cold blood. The cameras picked it up."

Amethyst bows her head, feeling shameful as Demetrio reminds her of what she's done.

"I had to show Celestia that I was on her side," she says, almost as if she's justifying it to herself.

"That she could trust me."

Demetrio stares at her for a long time, struggling to keep himself calm, tensing for a moment before he speaks again. "So you rescued Celestia. Then what?"

Amethyst blinks a few times, gulping audibly as her gaze shifts around the room, struggling to look Demetrio in the eye as regret fills her entire body. Still, she forces herself to continue...

"Then I went to see Bonavelli, that's when I saw... Emeliana's brother... for the first time..." she says quietly, almost defeated and ashamed that she knew the truth about Bonavelli keeping Emeliana's brothers before they did.

Demetrio inhales deeply as he listens to her, not saying a word and instead allowing her to continue. Amethyst doesn't think she's ever seen him this angry before...

"After that, Aurelio looked after me, I stayed with him for a while...-" Amethyst begins to explain and at the mention of Aurelio, Demetrio immediately interrupts her.

"Did you sleep with him?" Demetrio asks, the words coming out like a low punch, causing a sharp drop in Amethyst's chest.

"W-What?" she stammers, her heart pounding.

"Did you sleep with him, Amethyst?" Demetrio repeats, voice cold and quiet as he stares her dead in the eye. Even when she was explaining herself earlier, Demetrio could tell that she was hiding something from them, and there was still more for her to say... and he figured it was something to do with Aurelio...

Amethyst is caught off guard and freezes, blinking a few times at him being unable to answer him immediately. She had been with Aurelio a few times, but he never came close to how good Demetrio was with her...

Amethyst's heart sinks deeper as she tries to meet his gaze, feeling the shame that lingers inside her. She wishes she could say that her attraction to Aurelio had been more than just a hollow craving born from addiction and desperation. But the truth is ugly, and it gnaws at her, reminding her of how lost she was, of how she tried to bury her pain in someone else's arms.

"Yes..." she whispers, barely able to get the word out. The shame presses down on her like a suffocating blanket, and she knows Demetrio has already suspected this.

His eyes harden as he takes a step closer, his voice dropping lower. "And at the club. How many guys? Was it just those two I saw you with?"

Amethyst's throat tightens, her pulse quickening. She doesn't want to admit the truth. She doesn't want to face the disgust that will surely flash across his face when she tells him. But Demetrio isn't letting her off that easily...

"Answer my question," he demands, his tone sharp, leaving no room for escape as Amethyst's heart thumps faster, tearing now freely rolling down her face.

"It was... four or five..." Amethyst finally admits, her voice barely audible, as if speaking the number aloud would somehow make it more real, more painful.

Demetrio's jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow, not realising the extent of her betrayal, but he knew deep down that more had happened that night, much more than he had seen.

"Did they do anything else to you? Did you do anything to them..." The question is like a dagger, and she wishes she could disappear, and hide from the truth. Her memories begin collapsing over each other as she remembers all she did with the men she met at the club...

Amethyst stays silent, trembling, unable to find her voice as she stares at Demetrio, now suppressing her cries with sharp gasps, quiet whimpers escaping her lips.

"Answer me Amethyst." Demetrio persists, his patience fraying as he steps closer to her, making sure his voice remains calm despite the turmoil he faces beneath the surface.

"Yes..." she finally whispers, her voice breaking, her tears now streaming down her cheeks.

She knows there's no point in holding back now. The damage is done.

"Tell me, what you did to them. What did they do to you..." His voice turns cold and distant as he stares at her, her confession sinking in and causing his chest to tighten.

"Demetrio please don't make me say it," Amethyst begs him, crying between every word but Demetrio is unmoved by her raw emotions... all he wants is the truth and he's going to make sure he gets it...