"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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Alessandro's POV:
I stare at the ink permanently in graved on my left hand, along my fourth finger of my hand I read over and over again... "Harley." In all capital letters, wrapping around my whole finger like a ring.
"It's our wedding ring." Harley exclaims as she explains her 'life changing' idea to me.
"We aren't even married, har." I chuckle as I try to reason with her.
"Its like our vow to always hate each other!!" She jumps up and down.
"A vow, huh?" I smirk at her.
"Shudduppp." She rolls her gorgeous green eyes at me.
"And what if I were to one day break this vow?" I smirk once again, she rolls her eyes and grabs my hand.
"Come one, ale!" She screams as she drags me through the streets. "Don't be a pussy! You'll always hate me, we both know that."
"Always..." I respond, still smiling. "And forever." She finishes my sentence.
God she's made for me.
I trace her name over and over, while my mind goes elsewhere.
To the day we met.
She sat there in a red skintight dress, leaving little to the imagination. the dress had diamond thin strips along her side, exposing her whole skin on her right side, she wasn't wearing any underwear that night. The dress was low cut, exposing her full chest and tan skin.
I remember watching her enter the club which a girl, she sat down at the bar and ordered drink after drink after drink while who I know now, was Amelia she had arrived with only so amelia could go and see a guy she had been talking to.
Harley looked up from her drunken state and our eyes met. She played with the drink in her hands and took a sip, eye contact still remaining. I wonder what she was thinking at this time.
I walked over after finished my drink to give myself some liquid courage and bought her another.
We hit it off instantly, she was a rude and sarcastic bitch... but I loved it. She was stage first give to give me shit, and still does. I love it.
We spent the night touching each other in every way we could and I eventually convinced her to come back to my hotel with me, she gave me a hard time but eventually caved.
The ride to the hotel was a blur, she kissed my neck and teased me in ways I couldn't imagine. We got into my hotel room and I fixed her a drink, her eyes fell upon one of my suitcases and she grabbed a knife and threw directly at me, without a second thought. it was like she saw a ghost, she went pale.
She knew my name from then on and I knew hers. We were long enmities of the past, we had just never put a face to the name we grew up hating.
And damn I wished the face I got with that name would be ugly. But it was far from it.
