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...
Athena was done. Done with this house. Done with the dipshit trying to kill everyone. She wanted to go home.
This was the second fucking night she had slept here. And she was done with it.
She would like to go back to her cat. She would like to get to know her mother and father again. And she would love to see her family again.
She missed the way Timothy cooked, or how he was secretly a badass who was just shy. She missed Samuel and his stupid stoic nature. Even though they all knew he was a big ass softy who love people to much.
Even Daniel, she missed the kid. She wondered if he had finally gotten laid in the passed three months. Which was most likely unlikely becuase he was just a pussy about, well pussy, that he wouldn't even talk to people.
Even more so if that person had a vagina. Lord help the poor boy.
She missed General the most, she thought. She didn't like to say it, now more than ever seeing as her father was truly alive. But General was more a father than she ever had.
She needed to get out of this stupid mother fucking house. Then she was going to burn it to the ground.
But what about Dyaln?
She hated that she had a concussion sometimes. Atyena wished she didn't care about a Mafia Boss who loss his wife and child. It wasn't Athena's problem. So she shouldn't have cared.
But she did. The little girl who lost her family all those years mourned for him. She understood what it was like to loss everyone she knew.
She had just been luckily enough to find them again.
She was going soft. She needed out of this house.
This whole place was dumb. Why does someone have so many fucking rooms? Isn't that like a waste of space or something?!
The men here where idiots. Morons, who needed to have you hold their hands when there is a bloody body.
And after the stupid ass letter from yesterday.
Really?! You think you can tear someone spine out that fucking easy?!
Fucking idiots.
Athena had tried that once, she had seen it in a horror film. She knew it was too good to be true.
Sadly, it only ended with a bloody Athena and a bloody corpse. Not to mention the laughing Ford.
"Where's my cat?" Matteo asked when he had brought her coffee that morning.
His cat? The one he didn't have anymore? Cupola was Athena's cat.
She blinked at him.
Then slowly lifted her had to him.
He waited for a response, acting like he was getting ready to translate whatever came.
Instead he got to translate Athena hand slapping him across the face.
This motherfucking bitch thinks he can just come back and get some dick. Then take my best friend away. Oh, he has another thing coming. I am going to shoot him in the fucking head if he tries to take my cat. Cupola doesn't even like him. Cupola torture the photo I have hung up on the dart board.
Matteo yelped as he rubbed his face. "The fuck was that for?!" He hollered at Athena as she took he coffee and left the room.
She lifted her middle finger as she drank her coffee. She could hear him yell something along the lines of, "back go that again?"
Athena needed out of this house. Or she was going to become the one killing people.
