Angel With A Shotgun | 18+

forty nine

ALEC ROMANO

I was fucking fuming when I left the kitchen.

I can't believe Amara had said all of that. 

She likes me? How? Why? I don't understand. 

I balled my fists and smashed my office door open, grabbing the whiskey bottle from the tray and taking a swig, feeling the spicy liquid drip down my chin.

"Alec?" I heard a voice say. I looked through my heavy eyelashes, seeing Yas. She had concern laced in her features. "What Yas? I'm not in the mood." I said. I felt bad for snapping at her, but I'm seriously not in the mood for idle chit chat.

"I heard yelling. What happened?" She asked softly, closing my office door.

I sighed, running a hand over my face. Today had been such an awful day and all I wanted was to  sleep and get my mind off things. But I can't. Because like always, I screwed things up!

"Amara and I had a fight." I waved her off.

Yas put her hands on her hips, "So what'd you do?" She teased, trying to lighten the mood. I was about to tell her I did nothing when my previous conversation with Amara popped into my head.

Would Yas really do something like this? I know her, she wouldn't.

"Nothing. We got into a fight about you." I said.

"Me, what'd I do?" She asked innocently. "Nothing. That's why we fought. She's just jealous or something. She said she- likes me and she said all these- things. But they're not true. I trust you Yas, I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt anybody." I sat down on my desk, running my finger over the mouth hole of the whiskey bottle.

Yas let out a small laugh, "She's a fragile twenty two year old girl who's never been given even a lick of attention. Can you blame her?" She snorted, "Besides. Look at you." Yas laughed, looking me up and down.

I eyed her aswell, letting my imagination get the best of me, "Don't do that, Yas. Don't- don't play with my feelings again." I let out a groan, "Look- I need sleep. I'm sorry but-"

"It's okay." Yas smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow." 

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I woke up the next morning feeling angry at the world. But mostly myself.

I have no idea why Amara said all those things. I barely slept last night because I was so confused. Her words replayed in my head a thousand times. The way her eyes pleaded at me to believe her. I feel like an ass and I didn't even do anything - that I know of.

She's so damn confusing! I never know what to expect.

One minute we're fine, the next she's hot and cold.

I pulled my tie through the loop, pulling it tight before heading into my office, where Giovanni, Marco and Yas we're already waiting.

"Okay, we need the November and December files. That's when we were first associated with Amara." I said, getting straight into it.

"The mafia underground knew about Amara seventeen days after we did. So anything after that, check a thousand times incase you miss anything." 

It pained me to say her name and I don't know why. 

"Get me James, I need all the security footage he managed to retrieve that was wiped." I said.

"Hey Gio, can you pass me the November second file." I said, not looking up from my paper.

The file is slapped in front of me and I look up, seeing an annoyed looking Giovanni, eyebrows furrowed, "What's wrong man?" I asked him. He shakes his head, "Nothing." He simply mumbles.

I continue to search through the files, and I catch myself glancing every so often up at the door, like I'm expecting her to come in and complain to me about how she's bored.

Then my eyes wander to the couch. The couch. The couch where we had sex for the first time. I have felt guilty about that the second it happened. I wanted our first time to be special. Not on some fucking couch in my office.

I was too distraught and needed a distraction. But I've never regretted anything more than what happened on that couch. It's not that I didn't want to have sex with her because trust me, I did. But not like that.

And now I can't take it back.

"Hey!" Fingers snapped in my face, "You good dude, you zoned?" Marco said.

I snapped myself back into reality, noticing a curious look on Giovanni's face as he eyed me, "What is your problem?" I barked at him.

He didn't seemed phased, "Nothing."

"You have an attitude, I don't like it." I hissed, "Calm down, Alec. It's fine." Yas said, grabbing my arm, "I don't have an attitude, Alec. I'm tired from the amount of times I've had to cover your ass because you're too busy sucking up to your asshole that you call a family."

I raised my fist and punched him in the face, a satisfying crack echoing through the air as the room fell silent.

Giovanni stumbled backward, blood trickling down his nose as he cupped it, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at me, terrified.

I was breathing heavily, regret swarming my stomach but I swallowed it. Marco looked down, slowly turning the crumpled pages as Yas headed back to the couch.

Giovanni pulled his hands away, a pool of blood staining his clothes before he hurried out of the room. Clearing my throat, I opened my mouth to speak, "Anyone else have a problem?" I asked.

"That's what I thought." 

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I heard a car pulling up the driveway three hours after the incident and peered out the window, seeing Giovanni pull in. When did he leave?

I walked down the stairs with my hands in my pockets, meeting him by the door. He flinched when he saw me and I immediately felt bad when I saw his face.

Two black eyes, bruising half his face, dried blood under his nose a single white bandaid holding stitches together.

"Giovanni-" I started, but he pushed past me, slapping something onto my chest.

It was a piece of paper with my name written on the front. But I recognised the handwriting. 

Alec, you have proven to me so many times that you're a good guy. And I trust you. But I don't believe you. Because you've also proven that no matter how many time life fucks you over, you have to get in the last word. Which is why I can't be near you anymore. I'm sorry, but I have to think about my brothers, they're all I have left and I can't lose anyone else.

Amara.

My throat closed and my chest felt tight as I screwed up the note, storming into the kitchen, "Where is she?" I growled, my voice echoing through the empty house, "Home." Giovanni shrugged. 

"Why the hell is she there?" 

"Because she asked me to take her there, so I did." He simply stated.

"I swear to God Giovanni." I rubbed my temples, "Do you not listen? I swear I'm going too-"

"What? Are you gonna punch me again?" He interrupted, chest heaving, "Because you already broke my nose and gave me two black eyes." He slammed down his fist on the counter before walking out, leaving me in an eerie silence.

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