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"I like you, in my t-shirt." his voice was low. Dark. Hot.
"I prefer it on the bedroom floor." I tease, although, it wasn't really a joke.
"Ah, you make this so hard for me." he sounded angry, yet he never raised his voice.
"What's...
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Miguel Antonio. The sworn enemy of my father and I. And this hatred has since been fuelled by Matteo's death.
To this day, me and Miguel are the only people alive who know the details of what happened to Matteo that night.
But even what everyone else knows is enough to spawn a life long loathing: Matteo died and I barely made it out alive.
My father told me that Elijah has an unknown deep rooted hatred for Miguel as well. Hence, him being so angry when he found out he was headed to Sicily for a supposed drug and gun shipment-that knowing Miguel, is most definitely not just a drug and gun shipment.
I'm so excited.
With Elijah, and his men, on our side, there is no way in hell, that Miguel will be able to keep us away. He will get what he deserves.
I'm not normally the revenge type. If you piss me off, I'll just shoot you. But for what Miguel did, shooting him would be kind.
So we made a basic plan of action; Elijah and I will fly to Sicily two weeks before the shipment. Then, after a week Ana and Atnus will join us and the day before my father and his men will fly out.
Then we attack.
It's sounds easy enough, but even if the slightest thing goes wrong, the whole mission could go up in flames.
Tomorrow I fly out. I feel anxious. I'm sure it's because I hate flying and not because I have to spend a week alone with Elijah. He makes me act out of character and I don't know how I feel about it.
I need to stop thinking about it. I have a job to do and I'm not going to let a strange feeling towards Elijah distract me.
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Anastasia came and sat in my room, accompanied by a huge smile. I raised an eyebrow at her and before I could even ask she opened her mouth and started talking.
"He brought me flowers, like actual flowers, and he said he wanted to take me out to dinner, Cecilia do you know how exciting this is!?" her words pretty much fell out of her mouth.
She looked at me with her face all happy and it made me smile. I love seeing her so happy.
"I'm guessing he didn't believe me when I said I kill people who hurt you." Her smile turned into a vague frown after hearing my words.
"I don't believe he will hurt me." Her smile now fully returned.
"I hate to break it to you, but he looks like a heartbreaker."
"He's different C, I can feel it." her eyes filling with all emotions.
"Whatever you say love"
"Hey, I'm being serious." she playfully pushed my shoulder and, of course, I dramatically pretend to be in the brink of death.
"Cecilia Rodriguez, the devil herself, murdered by a five foot one french-lady!"
