27: Is it true?

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Like I said in the ending of the last chapter, serious shit is about to go down, so you might want tissues.

Alianna's POV:

He woke up early today, I could almost smell the bacon. "Alright where did I put my robe?" Ya know what forget that I'll just get ready, everything in black but a white shirt and the necklace he gave me. "Morning hand—oh no wait there's bacon." I tried to get some from the plate but Gin moved the plate away. "Not without a kiss." "Ok, but only because the apron says kiss the cook," I said.

3rd person POV:

Ever since they told everyone they were dating, Gin and Alianna have been arriving at the Organization happy. Vermouth parked next to Bourbons car. "Are you gonna tell him?" "Not yet, be patient," Vermouth said. "Alright fine don't pull the trigger yet."

Alianna's POV:

With Gin it's like, work together, go home together, have dinner then sex—if one of us is in the mood or I'm not on my period. On the weekends it's work together—if we have to—then spend time together, then go home for dinner, then have sex. Days of smile nights of pleasure, It's this endless circle and it's just the two of us—and a dog and white tiger cub. He won't let me drive his Porsche but he'll let me walk the dog, as for the tiger well . . . she likes me more then Gin now.

The intimacy . . . Each night is something new. One minute I'm blind, the next he's spanking me. "You like that don't you," he says. I can't hold back the moans. There's grinding and groaning, "Gin ahhh you're so big." "Well you're ghh so small." Every time I come out of his bedroom in a robe he knows I wanna make love, and every time he looks me dead in the eyes and says "go to the bedroom," I know he wants to make love. And if I refused then the love would be rough, and sometimes I don't want that. In the end—sex or no sex—he holds me in his arms, I breath in that last stench of smoke he has, and I let it out as if I smoked.

🥃🖤ready the tissues🖤🥃

I finished my lunch break and was heading up, Sherry decided to accompany me. "So you think he's taking you out again." "Yes," the elevator doors opened, "so I'll need a new . . . " "Raven, you ok?" On the floor was a file on me as a black widow, then there was a picture of me in an alleyway, in my black widow outfit. There was a trail of photos of me as a black widow, one had me and Aqua, another me and my sister, I didn't even pay attention to the ones who were outside their office, I just kept picking up the photos. The last one hurt the most, the first sixteen widows lined up like an army, my face was circled with the words traitor next to it.

"Gin, just in time, Raven has something to tell you." That blond. "What's going on? Raven." I wanted to tell him at home . . . But I guess I have no choice. "Gin, there's something I wanna—"
"How about you show him," Vermouth said. I gave him the photos, I couldn't look at him, I couldn't look at any of them. My heart and suspense were racing.
"Is it true? Is what I am holding in my hand true?" Gin ask. I can't hide it anymore, everyone in this room . . . They deserve to know. "Yes, I'm a Black Widow." Not a single gasp. "I was ordered to infiltrate this place and Gin I wanted to tell you but—"
SMACK!
Now I heard gasping. When I could see again, I saw the same man I did the first day. "Get out." "Gin." He pointed his gun at my head. "Get out and never come back, and if I ever see your face again, I will kill you." I took a few steps back then ran for the elevator I almost wanted to look up, but I was afraid he'd give up and shoot me. Once I was outside I called my sister and ran—thank god I had boots.

"Audrey, he knows he knows it all," I said.
"Qué?" (What)
"Audrey, Gin knows I spied on the Organization." She cursed out in English and Spanish. "Sis sis calm down, now do you have other widows with you?"
"I got my girls with me, Amy and Sera," she said.
"Good I'm gonna send you his address."
"Pero por qué," She ask. (But why)
"Because I'm gonna need your help packing."

🥃🖤back at the Black Organization🖤🥃

Gin's POV:

"I can't believe she lied to us," Kir said. "I still can't believe Gin hit a woman," Scotch said. "Well you're welcome, Bourbon and I found them." "Hey I started till you came around." That explains the smell of smoke on some of the pictures. I threw them to the ground. "Burn them, and tell no one what happened here, because if anyone else in the Organization try's to kill her . . . I'll kill them and her for it."

Sherry's POV:

"You do it," Rye said, "she seemed to be closer to you." "I will." I held them close and headed down to my lab fast, because if Gin found out I had them, he'd get suspicious. I burnt all but one, one with someone who looks close to her and like her. "If she's her sister, maybe she can help me."

Alianna's POV:

"Clothes," I said.
"Check."
"Undergarments."
"Check."
"Extras like makeup."
"Check now lets go," Audrey said. It took sitting on the suitcase, but everything was in. "Hey you even brought the ashtray sphere I gave you," Amy said, "I'll take it down with me." "Yeah yeah now let's—" "Alianna what about this?" Amy picked up the picture of me and Gin, since it's mine I might as well take it, because I'm pretty sure if he saw it he might break it. "Take it and let's go," I said. While my sister and Amy waited at the door, I said my goodbyes to Gunfire and Tigrerra. "So long boy." One last bark, I let Tigrerra out but grabbed her before she ran. She purred in my arms, "goodbye girl." I'm gonna miss her eyes.

I got in the car with the sphere and Gin's picture, while Amy and Audrey put the suitcase in. "Hey if I were you, Alianna, I wouldn't look back when we leave," Sera said. "Thanks, Sera." "Alright it's in, were in, let's go," Audrey said. Sera turned the car keys then turned the wheel. I didn't have to look back, I could just look down. "I'm sorry, Gin . . . so sorry."

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