"You're supposed to be dead."
"And you're supposed to be the best assassin in the world."
Celeste Dobrev and Nic Laurant are two of the most cold-hearted assassins in all of Italy. Wanting each other dead, Celeste finally gets her way when she stabs...
"Another margarita, Mrs Jones?" the worker asks me.
I smile politely and nod, and a new margarita is instantly in my hands.
The clear water crashes in front of me. I sit on the white sand, and the warm breeze blows my hair despite it being the last day of December.
Hot beach - and my hot guy approaches.
"I was looking for you," Nic smiles. "Should've known you'd be here."
"It's the last day of the year. I'm celebrating," I hold my margarita up in the air.
He nods, "Yea, I could do some of that too after the goddamn year we've had."
He gestures to the worker, and she walks over, giving him a glass of whiskey. He sits down beside me, and we both look out at the beautiful water.
I'm so glad that I won that rock paper scissors at the airport so that we ended up in the Bahamas.
If I would've chosen rock, we'd be in Canada right now.
Right before the police reached the motel, we got into the police car and sped to the airport. With the flashing lights we kept on, the drive was quick, with all of the drivers pulling over for us. We needed new names to live somewhere else, to prevent the police from being able to find us.
And Mr and Mrs Jones only seemed fitting.
"The fireworks are gonna start soon," I tell him.
It was almost midnight - which will be the next year.
This year was the most chaotic year of my entire life. I went through so much - we went through so much.
From stabbing him in April,
To being madly in love with him in July,
I was ready for it to hit January, and for both of us to continue our lives together. The book of my life was yet again onto the next chapter, but I had a really good feeling about this one. I didn't have the nerves and anxiety in my stomach, like I had in the past.
Because I was with Nic. He loves me, and I love him. And do I really need anything else?
"Nic!" I hit his shoulder and scold him. "You said you'd shave your beard today."
It was only stubble, but still.
He sips his whiskey before replying, "I will after you shave yours."
My jaw drops while I smile. I roll my eyes. No matter how many months pass, or what country we're in, the sarcasm between us never dies.
I reach for his hand and intertwine our fingers while we wait for the fireworks to get set up.
Even though we came here as Mr and Mrs Jones, I still told Nic that he had to propose to me. And he did.
The day after we got here.
I was expecting him to wait a few weeks - months, even. But no. Before the sun set for the second time of us arriving here, although nobody else knew it besides him and me, I was Celeste Laurant.
The ring is back on my finger, and I always smile when I look at it.
I don't know what the future holds. I don't know if I want children, or if I'll want to start working, or if maybe I'll want to try living somewhere cold.
But what I do know, is that no matter what I decide, I know Nic will always be there beside me. Loving me. Supporting me.
He's so good at that. Sometimes, I think that he's too good for me. Every morning, I wake up beside him, and every night, we fall asleep together. He's gone from my biggest enemy, to my biggest love. He knows every single thing about me, and sometimes he'll say words at the exact same time as me, just because he knows I was going to say them.
And I can't imagine life without him. Even though on the first night he made me have a cold shower as payback.
"Are you ready for this next year?" he squeezes my hand and asks me.
I nod, "Can't be any more chaotic than last."
"No?" he raises his eyebrows. "Maybe this year, I'll want to try hitting you with a paddle and leaving you in the ocean. Oh, or maybe I'll want to try writing Asswipe on your forehead. Oh, or actually, maybe I'll want to try drowning you in the pool."
"And you deserved every single one of those," I said teasingly.
He grabbed my face and kisses me as the fireworks started to pop.
I looked up at them, watching all of the colors explode in the sky. White, pink, blue. They all shined down onto us. They reflect off of the clear water in front of us, the water that I went into every single day.
I smiled and held Nic's hand as I looked up at the sky.
Before him, I was stuck in a world of crime. In an endless loop of trying to avenge my family by just killing even more. I hadn't noticed it at the time, but I was stuck, and living for nothing.
But now, I live for him. We live for each other. We get drunk off of wine and watch the sunrise together while writing insults in the sand to each other. We sang karaoke at every bar until we got banned for life from it and have to pay $100 to get back in, just to get kicked out again a few minutes later when Nic sticks a cherry up my nose and I blow it at a worker.
We spend every single second of every single day together, living. Driving with the windows down, playing music all night, eating whatever we wanted to. Making up for all of the time we wasted, killing people, trying to get to our cause.
We loved each other in our own way, while starting our new lives together. And maybe it wasn't the same way that other people love, but it was our way. And it was perfect to me.
With the clock hitting 12, and the fireworks continuing to explode, I smiled from ear to ear.
It was the start of my new life.
And my new life was perfect,
With Mr Jones loving me every single day, until it inevitably ends.
The End.
Thank you for reading. I love you. ♡
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