Daddy Issues ~ Sebastian Stan {Completed}

33.

Sebastian's POV:

I got out of the shower and quickly changed, not wanting to leave my Mina all alone for too long. Fuck, being around her made my heart flutter. She has this effect, this control over me that I don't think even Hayley had.

I don't think she knows what her little comments and touches do to me, it was cloud nine, everything about her was like a dream, a beautiful, perfect dream.

"Mina?" I called as I walked into the kitchen, being greeted by an empty room. "Min? Darling, where are you?" I furrowed my eyebrows, looking around the living room and rushing through the hallway to the main door. She wasn't in any of the rooms to the right. Shit!

I  felt my heartbeat increase as I slowly walked towards my tv room, seeing my office room's door open and the light on. FUCKK!

"Al?" I walked to the room and saw Almina standing in the middle of the room, looking at something on the desk.

"Almina?" I stepped into the room.

"W-What is this?" She sounded afraid.

"Al-"

"Why do you have everything about everyone I know?" She turned around, facing me. She looked shattered, like a cracked mirror. "Ha-Have you been stalking me? Why do you have all these things about Scarlett, Aaron, and my dad?" She took a hesitant step forward. "Sebastian?"

I picked my head up, looking at her with tears in my eyes, "I- I can explain," I tried to step toward her.

"No!" She stopped me, "Stay right there. You first explain this," She held her hand out.

I raised my hands, backing up and sitting down against the wall as I motioned her to sit down on the chair. She was hesitant, looking around before sitting down. Her eyes that once looked at me with adoration and joy now were shaking in horror.

[Flaskback]

"Are you sure you want to do this? We can have someone else go, maybe Mark?" Downey stepped in front of me, putting a hand on my shoulder for support.

"No, I have to be there. I have to make sure he dies. I need to see it with my own eyes," I rage.

"And I need you to keep your emotions in check," Downey sighed. "Can you do that?" I look up at him, clenching my jaw before I gave him a small nod and walked out of his office.

It was pretty late by the time I got to the point, but I knew Tom was going back home via this route, so I waited, lurking in the dark street, lingering in the shadows, counting the seconds until his car would pass.

My mind was filled with rage, thinking about how he betrayed us, how he betrayed Manu. How could he do this? How can he double-cross Downey and Ruffalo and work for Grillo? And put his wife and daughter in danger? How?

Frank Grillo, one of NYPD's most wanted drug dealers, and the black market's god. He used to work under Downey, kept track of all the people they used to handle, and one day he just left, only to return a year later as Crossbones, the king of the underworld.

With Downey and Ruffalo, there was a level of security, not necessary to us, but to our families. They were serious about one thing, family always came first. But, with Grillo, money came first, he didn't care about who worked for him or if anything happened to them or their families, as long as he got his check. Which was exactly why I told Tom, not to interact with him, I knew of the dangers he would bring to Manu and Al.

Not only did that bastard agree to never talk to him again, but he went behind our backs and took the data and information from us and sold it to him, secretly working for him for months.