The mafia hunt.

24|Don't Tell

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Grayson

24|Don't Tell

I fucked up. Oh, I fucked up real bad. I run my hands through my hair, pacing across the floor in panic. "Shit, shit shit." I mutter quietly to myself. This isn't good, I'm supposed to be dead last time I checked, a dead man can't have sex. I mean, I'm not actually dead but as far as she's concerned, I am. So she thinks she had sex with a dead man, fuck I'm going to be sick.

"It's fine. She has no idea. Just a dream." I nod my head to myself as if what I'm saying makes any sense at all.

I look over my shoulder, seeing her sleeping peacefully, her bare shoulders peaking out of the covers and one leg slipped out. She's so fucking stunning and I know I shouldn't of done this. There's no way she's not going to know, at some point she's going to realise...this isn't all a dream. "Fuck!" I whisper shout, running my hands down my face.

I walk over to her and kneel beside her bed. I stroke done hoer hair, cupping her rosey cheeks. God, I fucking lover her. My hands travel towards her growing stomach, I smile softly leaning closer in. "Bye, buddy. We're going to keep this between us, yeah? Don't tell your mum." I whisper, kissing her stomach softly.

They've grown lots since I last saw Nova. I frown realising that's how it's going to be for a long time now. I'll be watching from the sidelines, watching them grow. I'll miss their first steps, words I'll fucking miss everything. One day she will move on and create a life for herself and I won't be able to do a damn thing about it.

"Don't be too hard on your mum." I whisper with a smile and kiss her stomach a finale time.

I pull the covers back up and lightly kiss Nova's forehead. "I love you, Angel."

I quietly leave back out, making sure she has no idea I was here. When I come out into the hallway, an elderly women pauses outside of her door looking at me suspiciously. I tip my head at her and keep my head down as I leave. I push the door open and walk out into the cold night, crossing through the car park and hopping the wall. I approach my car and climb in.

"Have fun?" I roll my eyes at Nikko.

"Breaking into my car now?" I look at him through the mirror.

He climbs over, almost hitting me in the head in the process, and slumps into the passenger seat. I start the car and begin to drive away. "We've talked about this."

"Didn't realise you were my wife." I mutter and don't even wince when he punches my shoulder.

"Your getting yourself killed every time you leave. It's called going into hiding for a fucking reason." I groan, having heard this a million times already.

"I'll be fine." I shrug. I can see him looking at me from the corner of my eyes. "Stop looking at me like that." I mutter.

"Then stop fucking hiding things. What did you do." He rolls the window down, taking out his cigarette and lighting it.

"I'm not hiding shit."

"Do you think I'm fucking dumb. You forget I've known you since you were 12." He purposely blows smoke into my face and I flip him off.

"Yeah, you forget I haven't seen you in over 10." Nikko Donahue, the man that spent years in the business with my family. He was close with my dad but even at a young age I knew something between them wasn't right. They argued a lot and not many people dared to argue with my father. Then one day, he just disappeared.