"Why do you put up with me?"
"Because you are fire... and I've been cold my whole life."
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Two assassins, one enemy.
l'angelo [the angel], Harley Valencia- no one expects the angle to light the world on fire?
the ruthless mon...
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Harley's POV:
Alessandro and I had been avoiding each other like the plague ever since that night. It was weird to both of us, we woke up clinging onto each other for dear life. He stitched up my ribs, helped me shower. He saw me at my weakest point and I hated that. He's the enemy for Christ sake.
It's been 2 weeks since that happened and I'm almost fully healed. We are still just outside Moscow, we phoned both our parents and told them the situation... after our dads arguing for what seems like an eternity they finally come to one simple conclusion. Our mafias are to be temporarily on truce until our little Russian problem is taken care of. Alessandro's family back home moved into our house since we have a bigger estate than them, of course because we are the American mafia and this is our domaine.
It's been 14 days. 14 fucking days where I have literally had to hide in my room all day, everyday and try to come up with our next attack and payback against the Russian fuckers. Amelia and I have been FaceTiming almost every night to plan this next attack and gain as much information as we could.
My father and Alessandro's father both decided we needed to stay in this house until further notice... to stay under the radar and make sure we don't encounter the same situation as before. Our fathers are to call us today to let us know what the plans are and when I can get out of this fucking house.
I just made myself some breakfast and coffee when I was wondering around the house I noticed a small stairway leading to a basement. I didn't know they had a basement here. I walked down the stairs and to my surprise it was not where their family keeps prisoners. It was a luxurious gym.
"Holy shit" I exhaled as I reached the bottom step.
I walked over to the treadmills and examined them. Not to my surprise, everything was top of the league. I studied the rest of the gym and noticed some punching bags and a shelf full of gloves. There was a boxing ring in here as well. Shit. I've been so caught up in avoiding Alessandro I haven't even realised how big this place was. I only was in my office, my room and the kitchen when I absolutely had to eat.
I told you, Alessandro and I had been seriously avoiding each other.
I ran back up the stairs and to my room, my family had sent some clothes over in a plane. They knew how much I hated not being able to change my clothes all the time.
I jumped on top of my Bed and off again, racing to the closet. I grabbed some red leggings and a black sports bra that had a zip down the middle in the front, I put on a loose black T-shirt over it. I quickly put my long hair in a ponytail and grabbed my shoes and phone.
I ran down the stairs again and towards the gym. I hadn't been active these past two weeks because I wanted to heal properly. I was no use to any of us if I was injured.
