Ivory Fernández and Kylian De Luca.
She's the top assassin.
He's the top mafia leader.
They both hate and tried to kill each other multiple times so what will happen when they need to take down a common enemy and they've agreed to do it together...
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Welcome to Italy. Get dressed, I'll see you soon - De Luca
Yeah, I saw that on a card when I woke up in a random room that I guess is mine...? I honestly have no idea.
What doesn't help is that I haven't seen anyone I know since the moment I woke up and not to mention I'm waiting for Kylian in a black dress and heels outside this huge ass mansion.
I love black dresses if it isn't obvious- wait, why am I waiting for this dickhead? I've got to set my priorities straight.
My head lifts up when I hear an engine rev to see an all-black Mustang slow down in front of me. Show off.
Rolling my eyes, I start walking down the steps as Kylian steps out and opens the door for me.
He looks at me with a small smirk. "Miss me, Rory?" Who boosted his ego? Oh wait, it's always been like this.
"You wish," I scoff and get into the car.
"Keep lying, love," he shrugs before closing the door and getting into the driver's side.
"Did you sleep well?" he asks, glancing at me as he drifts the car around the fountain.
"Since when do you care about how I slept?" I chuckle. "Or me in general?"
"I don't," he replies bluntly.
"Okay," I shrug.
"Okay," he shrugs. I narrow my eyes at him. I thought we talked about this whole copying thing.
After a moment of silence, he speaks up. "So did you?" He's confusing.
"Where are we going?" I ask. "Answer my question and I'll answer yours, Rory," he says.
I furrow my eyebrows at his comment, "Yeah?"
He spares me a glance and hums in response. "My sleep was fantastic, thank you for asking," I mutter sarcastically.
"Glad to hear that," he replies, faking the enthusiasm in his voice. "Great, now answer my question," I grumble.
"We're going to a meeting," he finally answers. A meeting? Yay.
"Glad you're excited," he grins mockingly. "Excited my ass," I scoff.
"Sei noiosa," he mutters under his breath. Fuck. I really should have listened to Duolingo's threats.
