"Revenge"

Multiple ways were popping up in front of Rayven but he didn't know which one to choose.
"Emilia, I'm saying it for the one last time! "Open the door, please! "At least talk to me!" He spoke in a grave tone. His patience was running out.
Next moment there was no sound outside of the door because he had left.
Emilia didn't care about it whether he was there or not anymore. She just kept on crying.
...
He put the key in the keyhole and rotated it.
With a sound of a click , the door opened, causing Emilia to look at the direction of the door in shock.
He was there! Standing like a devil in disguise. His eyes were burning in rage. His hands were clenched into the fists as if he was trying hard to control his anger.
His little one had made him suffer a lot in this little span of time.
"How did he come inside? She looked at him thinking this with her hot tears still rolling down her cheeks.
Very next moment she found the answer of her own question when she saw a silver key, a little bigger in size than the normal keys, sneak peeking from his left fist.
She understood that it was the Master key.
He was the owner of this huge ass place, of course. What was she thinking!
He saw her sitting near the bed on the floor. She was crying like a baby. Her eyes were red and puffy due to crying heavily. Her makeup was a mess but she was still looking like a cute crying kid.
To him her condition was pitiful. He felt his anger disappearing when he noticed her messy condition.
"How can I stay angry with my little one when she's in this condition", Rayven thought with his soft gaze at her.
Slowly, he walked to her, who was still crying without caring about his presence.
He sat down at her level when he reached near her.
He moved his hand towards her face and lifted her face up to him using his two long elegant fingers.
"How could someone be this appealing, '' she thought looking at his fingers. Soon after, she mentally slapped herself for having this thought.
Then using the same hand he tucked some loose strands of her hairs behind her ear.
"What went so wrong, so, my little one is crying like this? His soft yet manly voice fanned her ear.
She didn't love him but she liked him in the span of that second in which he showed concern about her.
"Just tell me once, who made you cry like this! I promise I won't let that person live a moment longer in this world", Rayven spoke again when he found her fully attentive towards him.
Emilia was fighting between "tell" and "don't tell". It was a bitter truth of her life, which no one knew except her parents. This truth was one of the reasons too that her parents had become careless and not concerned about her and her life.
"Would he do what he's saying?! This was her current thought in the head while she stared at his marvelous face which he was gazing down at her.
At last she gave up and decided to share it with this Mafia stranger who claims to love her.
"H- he killed my b- brother! He killed my brother" she cried hysterically.
"Emilia, who" he thought would be a better question rather than asking if she had a brother.
"He k- killed my brother w- when he was just fourteen years old" she subconsciously grabbed Rayven's hand as she told him.
She was crying continuously and this thing was shaking the peace of his mind.
"After, a...after that happin- happiness never entered my house!! And that Fucking Jerk is the reason. She yelled with the emotions of anger and sorrow.
"I- I saw my brother dying in front of me. After that I died everyday, every time, every minute and every second of my life! Whenever that scene flashed through my mind" she cried.
Rayven noticed her body trembling with rage.
"Just one word my little! And I'll make it over! "Just one word, "his name?! Rayven demanded as he softly wiped her tears.
She stared into his eyes to see if he would believe what she was about to tell him.
"Franco" she stated as her face became expressionless.
He twitched as he became alert. The expression on his face changed not in astonishment but to a mischievous one as he looked at him.
"I won't say that I don't believe you but I'll ask just one more time! "Is it "Franco" who murdered you brother?
Emilia nodded and his face then turned unbelievably dark.
"Franco" he uttered with his jaws clenched.
He stood up, straight. And made her stand up too.
"Come with me and watch him dying then your revenge will be fulfilled, Come!! He cupped her face with his elegant beautiful big hands.
Emilia shivered because of the coldness in his voice.
Then Rayven held her hand into his, tightly as he was determined to make it happen.
Judging by his determination, Emilia felt that he wanted to do it for a long time but he was just looking for an opportunity to do so!
"N- no Rayven! I can't! I am scared of these things' ' she shuttered, trying to free her hand but was it his grip or UHU glue? She tried hard to free her hand but his hand didn't move even an inch.
"I am not " asking" you! I am "telling" you!Come! He reminded her that he was the boss at the moment.
Her fear of him that had gone away for a while returned.
His aura shifted to exude a suffocating darkness.
She was now regretting that she shouldn't have told him about all this.
What if Franco would deny this. Who would believe her? A hundred thoughts were swirling around her mind.
Between these thoughts, without a warning he dragged Emilia with him.