Alvarez

Five

It takes a great deal of courage to see the world in all it's tainted glory, and still learn to love it. - Oscar Wilde

Mia
I don't know why I could feel his presence well after he left the house. I exited my father's study, ready to be asked many questions about what Christian spoke to me about in there.

Instead, Tony and my father were no where to be seen. I made my way to my room, not bothering to look for them but also taking note that all the private security had left. It made me realize that my father cared little for my safety. I'd always known that, but it helped me see that I have never been important to him. And I think I can live with that.

This time in my room helped me calm down. It had been no less than five hours since Oscar lay dead at my feet. And I'd already met the most dangerous man the underworld coughed out. This was a lot for me to handle all in a single day. I still didn't understand what he wanted with me. The only thing he should want, is revenge.

Christian Alvarez showed a sensitivity toward me. I could feel it. He was not a gentle, calm man by nature, but the way he acted around me was very very different. I don't know if I liked it or not. I'm not sure if I should even trust him. I'd be an absolute fool to believe anything he tells me. I'm not thinking straight. It's like a cosmic joke. His name is Christian, yet he is a demon. A devil. A spawn of satan and satanic forces of evil and darkness.

On the other miserable side of my life, I don't think I have a chance at romance. It's not in the cards for girls like me. I would've loved it, though. I have always been so in tune with my thoughts and feelings, and my heart has always been my greatest friend. I chose to listen to that and my mind in equal parts, and so far they both haven't let me down. They're doing a miserable job at fighting a brief, minuscule attraction to Mr Alvarez, the muscular, dangerous green-eyed lethal weapon that left this house without a trace.

It was no doubt he was a very good looking man. I'd even taken the time to notice his dressing. His sense of style was very fancy. Very elegant and expensive and too fancy for the streets of New York where he could get them bloody. Tom Ford in the bright daylight. Something about this man told me blood didn't really matter to him though.

I hadn't done enough research on him. We had all just taken for granted that he was gone. A gas leak took out his entire home in a far away estate here in New York. No one really looked into it and I think it was because they were scared they'd go to that land and find his skull hovering around on flames threatening to kill them.

Christian was 18 when he went to prison. That's what the records said. He was 21 when he was released and it was most likely not for good behavior. He was rumored to be extremely intelligent and very good with all things technical. I believed that, but the ink on his fingers and creeping up his expensive sleeves showed that he didn't get whatever he's got very easily. There's a lot of information that spreads about him. Usually good and bad for normal people but for him, just bad. There was no balance.

I should've been more afraid of being alone with him. Something is wrong with me. Maybe my internal GPS is broken.

I sighed, and lay in my bed. I glanced at my phone seeing I had a new message. An unsaved number attached a photo. I opened it, and it was a title deed document. I recognized it. This is the document Christian wanted me to get for him.

I don't know if I should trust a man like him. It would either be the best or worst possible decision I could make. But it was something invisible that made me want to do it. That made me want to trust him. I've always been a trusting person by nature, and I actually happen to like that about myself. I love seeing the good in people, because more often than not, there's always more of the good.