ALEXANDRINE

5.

Alexandrine Pov

Church had never really been my thing. As a kid , as a teen , Hell as an adult.

I never went while I was in London. To make meter worse .. I only slept with woman on Sunday's.
I murder , stole , cheated people .. On Sundays.

Walking through the church of my childhood was like owning all my demons and problems I had once had.

Papa was gone. I could finally do the shit I desired. Staring over the congregation walking to the front of the church only made me want to chuckle. The Irony of it was : I was just a little boy once walking behind my fathers shadow and now... I walk behind no one. It was all very comical to me. Making my way down the aisle to the pool pit I spot maybe 7 people who had Aeneas not been in charge , Would have died under me.

Cleaning will be done.

I step into the pool pit staring at a confused priest i wave my hand to alert him to bend down.

"Aeneas is dead." I whisper and the man pulled away like he saw a ghost. He and this whole church knew that that meant.

I was now their moon and stars. The sun and the solar system.

I was the Don of the Greek mob. I turned to sit my seat when I see its already taken by a little lady.

Irene Drakos.

She looked startled but unbothered. She looked like she was ready to rip anyones head off. Basil's whore sat beside he whispering something in her ear, She only nodded her head. I make my way to the pew and squish past Adonis. I couldn't help but to stare at Irene. She was so pretty. Her shoulder length hair was tied into a tight bun behind her head and her makeup wasn't caked or six shades darker than her.

What a donna she'd make.

When I returned to my thoughts she was staring directly at me. Irene feared me but , unlike everyone else she never showed it.

"I don't appreciate you running off with my husband starting shit that WE have to fix." She Gesturing her and Athena , Who was not paying attention. Athena was too busy giving her husband the same to-do.

"Last time I check your husband is a grown man." I responded dryly.

"And yet I feel more like his mother or caretaker!" She shoots back.

I continue to just look at her. She was beautiful but she was married and to my best friend.

"Where's Alexandria?" She ask.

"Rome.. She on business." I answered.

"Apples doesn't fall far from the tree." She says in a hushed tone.

The rest of the sermon was spoken nicely. Irene and Athena took breaks to investigate the situation we had caused last night.

"362." I spoke. Both the woman stopped their conversations and looked at me like I had grown horns.

"362 what ?"Athena asked cashing me to roll my eyes.

"Lives." Irene grit out.

I gave a small smirk and watched as Athena grabbed Basil hand in fear. Basil gave me pleading eyes but scaring was my thing. I was the bully. I am the nightmare your parents told you. Irene didn't look scared , She more or so looked pissed. It took everything in me not to bust out laughing at her face.

"How the hell are we going to cover up 362 deaths and pictures of you fuck faces with guns at the damn club!" She whisper-shouts to herself.

"Pretty sure that's what you get paid to do." I retort.

"No!" she speaks,"I get paid to make sure you look like business men and not mobster! Murder is nowhere in my contract!"

Suddenly there's a clicking sound. It went off in rows.

Click
click

Click
click

It was like repetition. click click click. Irene must have heard it tok her head bobbed up and down looking. Her hat sat very low and covered most of her face as she leaned out to look down the pew.

"You hear that noise." Basil grunts.

"I don't hear-" Athena began but Irene shushed her.

The clicks didn't get any louder but shorter. they were very fast clicks. We soon found the root to our little clicking problems.

BANG!

Shots fired men fell to the group as woman ran for their life.

"Move Alexandrine!" Irene shouts. Pulling out her own gun she fires off 3 shots that send men into shock. One last shot fires off and Irene standing in front of me , still firing. It grazed her.

"FUCK!" She shouts dropping her gun stumbling forwards.

I stare at the woman in front of me bleeding.

She stood in front of gun fire. For me.

"Are you alright?"I asked once the commotion outside stops.

"Oh Im doing as good as any woman who went against the sabbath and has bullet fragments in her side." She sassed back.

Basil moved forward and ripped Irene's dress at her waist to see if she truly was grazed or shot. Irene slightly bends down letting a string of cuss words follow.

"Where Ares?" Athena asked.

"Oh who gives a shit!" Irene cries as her hand hovers over the fragments of bullets. Basil returned with scissors and a pair of tweezers.
"Irene I have to cut open your dress are you ok with that?" Basil ask.

"Fuck the dress Basil! AHHH!" She cried.

Basil cut an open slit across the waist of Irene's dress and what laid under was a surprise.

"Irene what the hell is all this." Basil shouts.

Through sucked teeth Irene tries to move the center of the conversation back to what just happened but everyone wants to know the source of her bruises.

"He's hitting you." I speak.

"No! He's not!" She fires back.

Ares had never been a man to lay hands on a woman But, Ares was also an impulsive man.

"Irene-"

"By that power of God , I'm still alive! A bruises doesn't mean shit!" She shouts.

Irene's defensiveness only made Ares seem guilty. He was nowhere to be found and that pissed me off.

"ARES!" I shout. 

Nothing.

I violently pull my phone out and ring his number. When he doesn't answer , I halfway lose my mind.

Ares I swear if you are off doing some stupid shit I will hurt you.