"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:
My eyes flicker open from the harsh sunlight beaming down into the room. I close my eyes again wanting to get rid of this ridiculous headache and rid of last nights drunken memories.
I try to lift my hand to my head, I hold my head in place and close my eyes once again.
Memories of last night start flooding into my brain, Shit what happened last night.
I pull my hand away from my face and my eyes set on something I had completely forgotten about.
I got a tattoo. And it's Alessandro's name. Well second name.
I burst into laughter from the sight of my bad decision making, staring at the capital letters spelling out -G R E Y- down my middle finger.
Ow fuck my body is sore. Wait why is my body sore?
My whole body tenses and stiffens as I glance down to see A familiar head of black curly locks, and muscular arms wrapped around my body.
Alessandro.
My body instantly relaxes again when I realise it's him. He's laying on top of me, his head is turned away from the window, laying on my stomach, with both his hands wrapped around my torso, hugging and holding me as close as he could. Like if he didn't I would somehow disappear during the night. His legs are tangled with mine.
I drop my hand, and groan at the headache blossoming inside my head, only to realise I hit Alessandro that lay ontop of me.
"Ow." He grunts, his eyes still closed.
"Oops, sorry."
He shifts in his position and pulls my body closer, causing a giggle to leave my lips, he chuckles and opens one eye and lifts his head towards mine.
"Why are you awake?" He mumbles.
"I don't know, something heavy was stopping me from breathing." I scoff and roll my eyes, I reach down to grab his hair and start playing with it.
As I start playing with Alessandro's hair I notice he is still staring at me, his eyes partially closed and a faint smile on his lips.
"What?" I smirk.
"Nothing." He whispers and he kisses my stomach and turns his head to go back to sleep.
I let him lay like that for a while, running my fingers through his hair and watching his back rise up and down with his breathing.
"You know we got tattoos last night." Alessandro chuckles in a faint whisper.
"Oh I'm well aware." I scoff, "I had to wake up and see your name written on my hand." I chuckled
