TROUBLE

thirty four

Monte Carlo- 8 months later

You read that right, it has been eight full months since Rocco and I left New York. To say I miss it is the understatement of the century.

I have missed everyone at home. I've missed the stupid fights Cyrus and I have, or teaching him how to twirl a knife between his fingers. Sitting with my papa and just enjoying each others company.

Miles. I miss everything about him. The early morning cuddles waking up to neck kisses, cooking for each other. His goddamn smirk that irritates the fuck out of me. Just hearing his voice that calls me princess or baby.

I've missed him.

The one thing I regret is not being honest with him, telling him the truth. I just keep telling myself I was doing the right thing, he would've stopped me from leaving and I took the necessary actions to not only save my life, Miles' life and my family.

Those who are important to me.

"Cesca, are you almost ready?" Rocco was leaning against my bedroom door. We have been in Monte Carlo for the last two weeks, we have been on an agonising trip around Europe and have reach endless amounts of dead ends.

But the reasoning for being in Monte Carlo for so long is for tonight, and tonight early. We have worked tantalisingly nothing can wrong tonight.

Our target: Bill Montgomery, second in command for Timothy King.

Plan: Seduce and Abuse.

I down know why we have been here for so long, maybe we knew he would be here eventually, or we just needed a break because travelling is fun but not when you are trying to go under radar.

"Give me ten minutes." I smile back, strapping up my heels.

A lot has changed over the last eight months; Rocco for one has grown out his beard, it wasn't long, scraggily or untamed. But controlled and soft. At first he looked strange, the complete opposite of the clean shaven Rocco I once knew. Whereas I have stripped my light blonde hair back to its original darkish blonde colour.

I don't even know why I even chose to dye it when I was seventeen, I love my natural colour. Maybe because I share it with so many of my brothers. Giovanni in particular.

But for tonight in particular, my standard caramel eyes were now a piercing blue from the contacts I have to wear to hide my identity. I mean contacts and my natural hair colour won't do wonders to changing my identity but the fake name definitely will.

I walk out to the living room of the apartment, finding Rocco trying to do his bow tie, but failing miserably. I walk over to him taking the tie into my hands doing it for him.

"You never were able to do this." I mumble, getting some dirt off his suit jacket.

"I'm not the only one, none of us can do them." He chuckles.

It was true, none of my brothers or my papa were ever able to tie a bow tie, my nonna taught me especially so I can do it for them as teaching them was useless.

He holds his arm out for me to take as we leave, heading towards the town car waiting outside for us. Once we were inside the car, Rocco gets jewellery box out of his pocket with a white bow on it. It was a ruby necklace, it was heart shaped pendant.

It was beautiful.

"I love it." I gush, I kiss Rocco's cheek.

"Well rubies has always been the family jewel." He counters.