Her Secrets

68

|Sean's POV|

To say that Athena has been acting weird would be an understatement.

A few minutes ago, when she went to take a shower, I decided to wait for her to come out of the bathroom so we could, I don't know, talk— maybe but guess what? I waited for like thirty minutes. Who the fuck showers this long? But then I realised that she was waiting for me to leave so she could come out, probably because she was embarrassed. But then again, who wouldn't be?

So that's how I found myself sitting alone at the breakfast table after having taken a shower and freshening up.

Athena made it pretty clear that she didn't wanna face me anytime soon but sooner or later she was gonna have to. After all, we were returning to America later today.

I couldn't help but scoff at that thought— what, did she plan on ignoring me throughout the entire flight?

Did she?

She better did not.

I was about to take a bite of my ever so delicious waffle— which I made myself— when my phone which was placed on the table in front of me beside my plate started ringing. I saw Alessio's name flashing on the screen making me groan, glancing at the waffle then back at the phone.

Breakfast was more important.

Ignoring the call, I dug in my breakfast. After around ten seconds, my phone began ringing again. I was about to ignore it again when a message came up, ‘Answer the damn thing. It's important, mf.’

Rolling my eyes, I answered the call, putting it on speaker before continuing to eat my waffle. "Sean," Alessio spoke up, "are you still in London?"

I couldn't speak since my mouth was full so I settled with a hum.

"I need you to do something for me real quick," he replied and I heard voices in the background, "just give me a fucking minute, stronzo! I am working on it!" I furrowed my brows when he spoke again, "sorry, that was not to you. I was talking to some fucker—"

"— I'm not a fucker!" I heard an unfamiliar guy yell making me roll my eyes as I resumed to eat my food, listening to the drama going on.

"Oh, suck it up, Dylan—" Alessio responded, his voice loud as he was cut off by the unfamiliar voice, "— it's Daniel!"

"I don't give a fuck, Draco—" Alessio cut himself off, "— wait what? No! Not Draco. Oh my god. Did I just call someone I highly despise ‘Draco’?"

"Careful, his father will hear about this." I joked earning a loud snort from the other side. Alessio's obsession with Draco Malfoy was concerning. The guy had a hell of a forehead.

"—I'm right here, Mr Romano... and Mr Blackwood, is it?" The unfamiliar voice asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice, "I'm still waiting for you, by the way."

"So am I."

"Right, right," Alessio mumbled, clearing his throat before he began to speak, "there's a woman in London, I need you to steal something from her for me. I can't send my men because they might fuck up and Donny wouldn't like that—" I assumed he was talking to the man when he asked, "would ya big boy?"

"Zip it."

"I'm not a thief." I immediately denied, shaking my head although he could not see me.

"No? What about when you stole dead Bianca's money from her bank account?"

"To give them to charity," I defended, "because it's not like she was gonna use it. She's too busy not breathing six feet under."

"It's important," he had a hint of desperation in his voice, "come on, don't make me come to London just to steal from some girl."

"What do you want me to steal from her?" I questioned, brows raising in interest.

"Her phone."

"What?" I held back a sigh, "do you know that a person checks whether their phone is with them every five seconds? How am I supposed to steal that?"

"How do you know that they do that?"

"Because I do it," I replied in a 'duh' tone, refraining myself from rolling my eyes when he said, "just because you do it, doesn't mean that everyone else does it too! Now back to more pressing matters— her phone contains some photos about Dante, here," I heard him patting someone's back loud enough for me to hear.

"It's Dan—" I cut the man who was about to correct Alessio off, "— what kinda pictures?"

"Oh, you know..." Alessio cleared his throat awkwardly, "R-rated stuff."

"Why would that girl have his pictures?"

"She was one of his whores," he responded making me roll my eyes, "I don't see how this is important."

"Look, Mr Blackwood, I know this sounds absolutely stupid but my entire reputation is on line." This time, it was Daniel who spoke up, "that girl is a hacker and it's apparently impossible for Mr Romano, here, to delete those from here so... yeah. Please, can you do that for me?"

"Why?" I couldn't refrain myself from scoffing, "dude, I don't even know who the fuck you are."

"Sean, come on." Alessio sighed, "I owe him. He may or may not have helped me in finding Athena. I thought he was dead, honestly but he just showed up at my doorstep a few minutes ago, asking for a favour."

Athena, you say?

"You're the one who told me to come to you if I need anything," The Daniel guy defended in a rather loud voice which made me sigh before standing up from my seat, "Tell me what I need to know about the girl, where she lives, which house I need to infiltrate and all that shit."

"You won't need to do all that," Alessio replied, "she'll be at some club tonight. I'll send you the address."

"I'm supposed to be returning in the evening."

"It's alright," I could tell he was rolling his eyes when he said that, "you can return tomorrow. Just do that one stupid little thing for me."

"I can't believe you're making me steal something as important as a phone for some pathetic dude I've never met just because it contains some stupid naked pictures of him fucking around." I began rambling as I made my way up the stairs, "nudity is absolutely normal and so is sex, by the way."

"We are talking foursomes, six—somes... Is that even a thing?" Alessio asked, "what about a dozen–somes? Are those words even real? Point is, yeah, Domenico is disgusting but a deal is a deal."

"What an animal—" I mumbled before disconnecting the call, sliding it in my pocket. I walked towards Athena's room before opening her door only to find her lying on the bed with a pillow on her face.

"Fuck is wrong with you?" I asked earning a groan from her which was barely audible since it was being muffled by the pillow.

"Hangover," she responded, "your presence is worsening it. What do you want?"

"Came to inform you that we won't be leaving today but rather tomorrow," I replied, glancing at the glass of water and advil I placed on the bedside table earlier, "I put medicines for you there, did you see it but ignored it or—" I was cut off when she removed the pillow from her face, her brows furrowed, "where?"

"Here," I nodded towards the table and she followed my gaze, letting out a loud sigh, "sorry, I didn't see it— Thank you."

"I won't be here tonight so you'll be alone unless of course, you decide to invite the watchman again."

"Shut up with that already," she gulped the pills along with the water, clearing her throat when she was done, "I know for a fact I didn't do that. Where will you be going?"

"I've got to steal a phone from some girl," my reply made her raise her brows before she sighed and shook her head, "you know what? I'm not even gonna ask."

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Interesting stuff are gonna happen in the next chapter. Wait for it :D