Bound to you

11: Another Love

" be my man and show me what it feels like "

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| Notes |

there will be a small mention of blood, but minimal, so i think it's okay. nether less, it will be marked with * at the beginning and end.

| Diana La Rossi |

When we arrive back at their safehouse, everyone is quiet. We're not tired, but things aren't great either. Alessandro made it his job to talk with the club owner while I was to do research! Research! He made this deal to make me useful, but how could I be useful when he locked me up in his office and said - and I quote - 'get this shit done before I get here if you wish to still kill Matteo', which is absolutely horrible threating me against the only thing that I hold on to, killing him and fulfilling my first mission.

I huff and sit down on his office chair, spinning around. I have never been in his office before, and I will make sure he regrets locking me up here. I click my tongue and arrange his papers - my OCD cannot take this - when I knock a frame over. It makes a loud sound, almost as if I broke the glass, and I pick it up hesitantly. When I turn it over, the frame is completely fine, but the picture drags my attention.

A young girl is standing there, dressed in a black dress with her black curls pinned up, flashing a pearl-white smile at the camera man. Her arm is slung around a man's shoulders, which seems slightly older than him. His hair is a dark grey and his eyes are blue, which glint with happiness. He has a smirk on his lips, and instead of looking at the camera he looks down at the woman, which seems happier than ever.

My heart aches at the picture, and I open the frame from behind, taking it in my hands. On the back there is a small handwritten message, to which the writing doesn't seem familiar to me at all. The blue pen is faded and the corners are crippled, but nether less it looks beautiful.

Thank you, my love, for the best night of my life. - LDM

I smile and put the picture back in the frame. I have never heard of such person, and me invading his privacy isn't right either, but he locked me up here in the first place. I don't bother with checking his drawers, rather I move the office chair to his bookshelves, where a bunch of old hardcover books lay, the dust thick on the covers and pages. I grab the one I'm familiar with, Little Women and open it at the first page.

The pages are torn and crumbled, but as I turn each page, the annotating on them and detail grows, from small phrases to whole paragraphs and emotions. I shut the book and grab a random one, which is just as annotated as Little Women. I shake my head, Alessandro must love reading, otherwise why the hell does he spend hours in his office doing nothing?

I open the door connected to his office, which is the bathroom. He doesn't have as many products here or anything interesting, just a toilet and a sink. I close the door behind me and check the one opposite, which surprisingly is open as well. I walk into the room, and to say that it's beautiful is an understatement.

The walls are made out of glass, which overlooks the city. The dark wood floor is matched with the furniture, which is mostly grey and white. Fluffy carpets are around the room, usually in places where one would pass by or stand up. Couches are in the middle, facing a large TV, which is parallel to a mini-bar. It looks more as a hanging out area rather than an office, but for all I could know he brings his victims here and kills them.

I shiver at that thought.

I exit the room, and as I close the door the main one opens, and Alessandro walks in. He stops mid step when he sees my hand hanging on the door knob from the room I just came out of. I drop it and hide it behind my back, but he already saw it.