TROUBLE

thirty seven

Yeah. I may be confident, I may lead an assassin organisation, hell I can kill someone without blinking. But right now I am nervous as fuck.

It's been a year and a half since I last saw them all, what if everything has changed for them. That they hate me for leaving and not telling them anything.

Granted Rocco came back and explained everything, I think, but shit this is all too real. I have this inclination that Camden is going to hate my ass, or throw my ass down the stairs or off the fucking roof. He's my twin, I trust and love him he most and I couldn't trust him with my life on the line.

But saying that, his life was on the line as a result.

Hell, the only ones who may not hate me is Rocco and Leonardo, I mean he did know about all of this.

"Stop stressing." Miles says from opposite me.

I take my attention away from the afternoon setting sun from 30,000 feet, it was relaxing, well to a certain extent.

"I'm not." I retort, he gives me look that reads he knows I'm lying through my teeth. I roll my eyes hating that he know me so well.

He stands up, walking over to me. He crouches downing front of me, holding my hands in his own.

"Listen to me and you listen good. They aren't going to be mad at you, you left for good reasons gorgeous, I hate to admit you, but you did good. All they are going to do is welcome you home with open arms saying how much they love you." He reassures, tracing light patterns on the palms of my hands.

"But-"

"I'm not going to hear what you have say, it's bullshit. Cecilia, they have been worried sick for you, never once were they mad, they just wanted to know you are safe. Even if they were mad at you, their love for you will trump all of that."

"I love you." He looks shocked at the random confession and it was the most adorable moment I've ever witnessed, Miles squeezes my hands, leaning up to kiss me softly on my lips.

"I love you." He takes a seat on the chair beside me, still holding my hands. I lay my head on his shoulder as he reads the book I had long forgotten about over my shoulder.

Love taking inspiration from the infamous Kray gangsters of London.

There was a few minutes of silence between us, the silence and comfort speak a thousand words, the silence was filled with a loving embrace.

"Tell me how the Vault has coped since I was gone." I ask, looking up at him. He had now taken the book form my hands and was reading from it.

"It was good, they helped a lot with finding you, they got a hell of a lot closer than we did. Zeke has been MIA the entire time, it was odd. Myth and Joker definitely stepped up into the leadership roles. They showed a lot of promise."

I nod, "I was thinking of making Myth and Joker my second and third on command. I have never had anyone like that, I just had a small group of people I trusted with everything but now I'm so much closer to them, I trusted them with my multi- million organisations for almost two years."

"They could definitely handle it."

I guess the decision has been made.

***

We landed over an hour ago and I made Miles take the scenic route back to the Saldaro mansion, I wasn't ready to face the music quite yet.

But eventually, Miles was getting bored of just driving around and told me we have to do this now, so can you guess where I am?