She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow.
He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean.
When one meets the other, galaxies c...
"1...2...3...4...5...6..." Matteo counted the files, for the seventh time. He had to make sure he had all of them.
Cupola kept whining about trying to enter the bedroom. It was past the grumpy cat's bedtime. And his owner didn't seem to be going to bed anytime soon.
"Okay... Okay, I have them all. Yes, I have them all." Matteo sighed as he placed all six of the folders on his kitchen counter.
The empty whiskey bottle shined in the dim light of the kitchen. Matteo didn't want to think about all the things that could go wrong with these new people near his family. He had to be careful. Careful to not let anything happen to his family again.
As Matteo scrubbed his hands in the sink, there was a short knock at the door.
"Speak." He called as he whipped down his hands, making sure to get every droplet off his fingers.
No response came from the door, only another sharp knock.
"Who is it?" Matteo called again.
Once again no response came, Matteo grabbed the handgun that was stashed under the counter.
He knew better than to look through the small hole on the door. He had captured too many people just by shooting their eyes through the hole. He held the small gun ready to kill whoever was on the other side of the door.
He swung the door open, only to find a female and a suitcase.
"Who are you?" He questioned, still pointing the gun at her forehead.
She only blinked at him in response. He had some vague memory of her, maybe the whiskey was clouding his mind.
"You have three seconds to answer the question before you never answer a question again."
The blue-eyed woman only rolled her eyes and ducked under Matteo's arm. Hitting a pressure point on his wrist. Causing Matteo to suck in a breath and drop the gun. Only for the woman to grab it before it hit the floor.
Then she walked pasted him into his apartment. Pulling the black suitcase behind her. She sat the handgun on the coffee table by the door.
"What the fuck?" Matteo whispered as he continued to rub the stinging spot on his wrist.
The woman walked around, trashing his apartment looking for something. And in a moment of weakness, Matteo didn't even care that she was in his apartment. Nor did he care for what she was looking for. He only quickly went behind her and fixed everything she touched.
The woman made a whistling sound when she found whatever she was looking for. Matteo finally stopped his cleaning and looked at her. The woman had found paper in one of his many drawers. She grabbed a pen from the small cup on the counter. And scribbled something on the piece of paper.
"What are you doing-" Before Matteo could finish the woman held up her hand to silence him. Her black hair covered most of her face as she scribbled something down.
She smirked at her work before pushing the paper over to Matteo.
'Athena White, I seem to be living with you for the time being :)'
He was going to kill someone. Most likely one of his brothers
