It's not what it looks like

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Ace's pov

Life is unfair. When you are young you create an image into your tiny little innocent brain about...well everything. And then you grow up. And it's not all sunshine and butterflies. It's dark and miserable.

Or maybe if you are like me it can be quite the opposite. Maybe you used to think that all the dark and twisty things that kept happening to you are normal. And then that image you have created is nothing but sunshine and butterflies. But then you grow up. And maybe finally find a purpose in this life. Other than being treated like hell.

Thoughts like this have been running through my mind since the day I arrived in Italy.

I didn't think it would affect me that much being back here. Turns out I am damaged. Very damaged. As damaged as a very rotten banana that is no longer yellow. Instead it has turned dark brown.

Ugh this is my third day here and I am already miserable. But I have to push that all away and remember the reason for my visit.

Mission find my dad and kill him.

Woah little harsh dude.

Whatever he deserves it.

Yeah but-

No buts. After all he's done he deserves to suffer. And then die. Alone. Knowing there is noone in this world that loves him.

Wow. It really has affected you being here in Italy.

Oh shut up.

I quickly shove my thoughts away and get ready to meet up with Dante. We are supposed to 'talk' with someone who knows stuff. About my parents.

Maybe not talk as much as torture the information out of him but you know. You gotta do what you gotta do.

When I arrived it was 5 p.m. So after settling into one of my hotels I had a drink by the pool and then tried to get some sleep.

I don't sleep that much. I just have too many things on my mind constantly and I end up getting 3 hours of sleep max. But it's fine I guess.

Anyway the next day I met up with some old buds from here and got lunch. It was nice to meet up with them and catch up. Some of them are already married which is...surprising to say the least.

Then later in the evening I went out for some drinks at a bar with Dante. And yes there where some girls...you know dancing and stuff.

But I just couldn't look. All I could think about was Crystal. And how if I looked it would seem like I was betraying her. No no. It wouldnt just seem like it. I would be betraying her.

So all I saw that night was a glass filled with bourbon in my hands. And Dante's face lighting up anytime a girl approached him. It was a fun night.

Anyways now we are here. I should be with Dante in about 30 minutes to see what that douche has to say...

~1 hour later~

"Do you see him?"

"Yes do you?"

"Yup I have a clear view."

"Ok when I say go you go behind him and do your thing. Then bring him out here behind the building. And make sure he doesn't scream or attract attention."

"Yes sir." he says with an ironic tone.

"Oh shut up I am trying to be thorough."