Hitting on the hitman

See you later love! (61)

Jess's pov:

"Alright let's go," Gray demanded before grabbing me firmly by the arm and I didn't fight. I didn't have the energy.

"Where?" I just asked as he led me to the door.

"Guess you'll find out." He unlocked the door and it swung open revealing a hallway that was the complete opposite of the room we had just been in, everything was modern and well structured perfectly planned out and fresh.

And as we walked people walked past us, not daring even to look at Gray but some glared at me.

"Where are we?" I asked as he pulled me forward as we passed rooms, doors, people and tables filled with weapons.

"Underground."

"Underground were?" I pushed be he didn't answer we kept going taking a few turns here and there until the further we got the fewer people were around and we stopped at two massive doors at the end of the hallway.

"Do me a favour, love?" Gray asked grabbing my shoulders and looking into my eyes. "Don't tell him about what we just did to your boy toy and you, he wouldn't approve." He rolled his eyes before opening the doors pushing me in and slamming them behind me the sound of them quickly being locked after smacked me in the face.

I quickly turned and pulled at the handles and they didn't budge.

"Gray!"

"See you later, Love." He shouted back before I heard him walking away and all I could do was huff.

I turned around to find myself in an office, or what I assumed was an office, it wasn't like the rest of the hallways, it was warm and cosy. A fireplace in the corner and red warm wallpaper hiding behind bookcases holding books.

The desk was made of shiny varnished wood that complemented the room like a puzzle piece putting it all together.  But that's when I noticed the thing that shook me to my core. Something that stood out distinctively.

There, resting on the desk in a golden frame was a picture of me as a kid with my father.  I had a massive toothy grin a couple of baby teeth missing and I wrapped my arms around him and he was laughing in the picture. We looked so happy.

For a minute I forgot that it was alarming they had this. I just felt my mind flood with memories trying to remember this but I had no recollection of it. I must have been too young.

The only picture left of my father was the one in my mother's room, other than that I had nothing to remember him by but the few memories that I clung to, when he went missing my mum burnt them the rest to help convince herself he left us.

So how did they have this? How is it they have a picture of my father and I didn't? I hadn't even noticed the tears that began to roll down my cheeks.

"That's my favourite one." A man said gently.

I hadn't even noticed someone had even come in.

I quickly wiped my tears with my sleeve putting it down and looked up to find a man with a sympathetic smile. He was well put together, a nice suit, his dirty blonde hair combined neatly, he seemed to be in his mid-twenties or so. Definitely older than me.

This was the creep who had been stalking me? As he stepped carefully forward I felt dread over well me.

"Who-who are you?" I mumbled stumbling back.

"I don't expect you to recognise me. You were so young." He replied sadly coming closer.

"Stay back!" I spat out. I couldn't help the disgust pouring out of my voice.

"Jessica I'm not going to hurt you."

"Don't call me that!" I hissed.

"Alright, I'm sorry, just calm down." He nodded holding his hands up.

"What do you want with me? Who are you?"

"My names Angelo-"

"You're the leader?" I cut him off, fear rattling through me like an alarm. But there was no escape. I was staring into the eyes of a multimillionaire murderer.

"Uh, kind of-" He mumbled taking another step closer cautiously. Rubbing the back of his head. "That's the name I go by now." He opened his mouth hesitating before he said his next words. "I was inspired, by my father." He searched my expression, face full of hope.

"Okay?" I rose an eyebrow.

"His name was Bruno Angelo Mayble." The words hit me full force and I couldn't help stumble back.

"What?"

He gave me a sad look. Like he wanted to speak but was too afraid too, so I looked back at the photo on the desk. Trying to convince myself he looked nothing like him.

"But I don't-"

"My parents had me when they were 18 and so, young and unprepared they gave me up for adoption."

I looked at the picture of my father, he had his nose, his hair, and when I looked at him now, my mother's eyes.

"Ten years ago, after being raised by a powerful, vengeful man I broke into the house of my birth parents for revenge."

I shook my head, this had to be a lie. A sick twisted joke.

"But when I got there I found a little girl with bright blonde hair and an innocent toothy smile." His eyes glazed as he spoke, like he was reliving memories and my stomach burned, was I going to vomit? "I found my sister, and so when I found my father there, my plans changed," he swallowed.

"Stop it." I hissed shaking my head. "I don't care how many people you've sold or murdered or tortured." I spat. "I won't be one of them."

"Jessica I-"

"Don't call me that!" I glared. "I knew you were sick people but I never knew you were people who wasted time with mental torture." I spat, the events of the last few hours spinning around me, making me dizzy, angry, a type of rage I had never experienced.

"Please, just let me explain-"

"My father is dead." I swallowed and he still said nothing, his only response was a guilty face.

"I-"

"No!" I cut him off. "You don't get to talk to me! No matter your relation to me you, if you even one, you are still a criminal! My father is dead, I don't know what you're trying to imply but I'm an only child. Always have been always will be." My voice echoed in the room and for a minute it didn't even sound like my own.

"I'm sorry they never told you."

Those words stung me. How could someone I don't even know hurt me so much?

"Liar." The words felt like acid in my mouth. "You're a fucking liar."