Silent And Deadly

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It was that God damn cat's fault that Athena was out of bed. She would much rather be wrapped in Matteo's arms. Which is weird enough to say.

But no, Cupola wanted to be annoying. And just her luck, poor Matteo was passed out.

So here she was, standing in a larger white dress shirt that was way too big for her. Feeding this stupid black cat wet cat food.

He was cute though.

She let out a little chirp as she rubbed the pet's ear. The black fur ball purred at her, and for some reason, it didn't annoy her to take care of life.

Athena never wanted to be a mom and after a prison fight with a bitch and a knife. She never would be able to have them. She never thought about what it would be like to take care of a child, or a life for that reason.

But sitting here watching the cat, stupid cat, she realized that made she liked the idea. Maybe not of children, children were annoying. But the thought of taking care of something as her own.

Cupola I might steal you.

"Athena," she heard Matteo groan from the bedroom. Calling for her. And for the first time in this stupid too-clean apartment. With its perfectly spaced mugs and perfectly folded clothes. The locked liquor cabinet. And the stupid squeaky couch.

She smiled.

She smiled because she was truly content. There was no voice begging for blood, no thoughts of death, no feeling of pain. Just Athena, and a man who was way too clean for his own good.

She smiled all the way back to the bedroom. She just hoped that tomorrow would be as good as this night.

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It was an issue that both Ford and Athena had a glint in their eye. The "I had sex and I'm a fucking god" look.

Athena glared at the side of his face. He was avoiding her, she could feel it.

It's not like she would judge him if he got with who she thought he got with.

She had known for a while that Ford swung for both teams. She did as well, they bonded over it. They were able to talk about both the woman at the bar and the man behind the counter.

Maybe it was because of who this person was. Well, it wasn't as bad as who she fucked. Ford just wanted to go for the higher price.

And when she finally got him in the hallway alone. She was about ready to murder him.

'You better start talking. You might be my brother but I will make your balls want to crawl back in your body.' She signed in front of his face.

He stared at her before sighing and placing his head against the wall.

"Athena." He whined, like a fucking child.

'Speak'

"Fine. Don't threaten my balls." Ford sighed before he slid down the wall and sat on the floor. "As you probably guessed, I hooked up with Enzo."

She whistled, clapping her hands.

"Shut up. Anyways, it's been happening for a while." He rubbed the back of his neck as she glared at him. "And, I don't know, I don't think he meant it. But last night."

He stopped himself short.

Athena was going to punch him in the face.

"He might have told me he loved me. BUT, before you start clapping, he said it when he was falling asleep. So I don't think he meant for me to hear it."