She's No Longer With The Band

Fourteen.

Aubrey's Point of View:

It's a week later.

We're completing another mission, nothing new right?

What isn't new either as of late is the fact that Bloodline's completing the same exact mission.

None of us understand what the deal is. How come we keep ending up at the same spots and how come we keep getting assigned to complete the same exact mission? It doesn't add up I mean Giovanni and my uncle have to know what's going on. I can tell that the guys don't like being out of the loop though, none of us do.

Hell, I didn't like being out of the loop for an entire year and a half but hey, I had to suck it up.

Anyways we couldn't have Bloodline beating us again in regards to a mission.

So I did the smart thing any mentally stable person would do, and I captured Nate.

Okay now look I get it. Capturing Nate and tying him to a chair in one of the backrooms of the bar we're currently in may or may not have been a dumb idea. I get it that I could probably be doing something much more useful, and believe me, I don't want to be stuck here with Nate of all people. However, I'd be lying if I were to say this wasn't some form of twisted revenge on my behalf considering he kidnapped me a few weeks ago.

Now he can get a taste of his own medicine.

I turned my hand around to take a look at my black French tipped acrylics and sighed. The acrylic on my left pinky nail had chipped slightly and that meant I was going to have to peel all of them off as soon as I get out of this hellhole. I never really liked wearing nails, but ever since I began hanging out with Brady and them, I knew I had to be someone else and look 10x more put together. That someone else, wears acrylics.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my tight leather pants and grimaced over the fact that my hands were actually sweating. I hated the fact that I was feeling some sense of nerves being alone with Nate while he's locked up. Having known him for this long now, I know his little tricks and antics and I can't let anything he says get to me because otherwise he wins.

I got that he explained the entire situation to me, but he could've at least told me my dad was a fucking mob boss? He could've explained everything to me, but instead he decided to drag me across the world like a lost puppy. Christ I mean maybe if he wasn't so spineless with the entire situation there would be a chance that I'd be with him right now?

But no. Nothing in my twisted fucked up life can ever go well for me. Look, I'm not trying to start a whole pity party but let's face the facts here. My mom's a bitch, my dads dead, I was raped, dragged across the country and lied to, publicly humiliated on multiple occasions, attacked, and was basically forced to hang with criminals for over a year and a half of my life. Yeah the hand I was dealt was pretty fucking shitty.

So if you were curious, that's probably why I ended up the way I did and that's why I ended up in a mafia.

Like father like daughter, I guess.

The thick chains that were tied on Nate moved lightly, causing my head to turn. "You're so crazy, trying to light me on fire?" He chuckled, bringing up what I had done the other day to him. "It's psychotic baby, but also hot," He continued as I bit down on my tongue.

What I did the other day was psychotic. I didn't even know that I had it in me to pull off something like that nonetheless I can't even believe that I did. I guess there was so much pent up frustration running through my veins that it was the first thing I thought of doing. I only also did it because I knew he'd be able to get out of his clothes without dying.