Mr. De Santis

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Harleys POV:

I woke up to the bed empty. I stare at the stop ale sleeps in and my body subconsciously moves towards his spot.

I sit up on the bed, my hands fidgeting with the hem of ale's shirt. I remember I got spiked and that ale saved me from that guy and everything else he told me, but I can tell he's hiding something, something he's scared to tell me.

I look towards the balcony and see ale is standing in the far corner, cigarette between his lips. getting out of bed I make my way over to him.

I walk out the bedroom but right before I grab his black lighter sitting on top the table on the side on the room.

walking up next to him he looks like he's lost in a train of thought, something is bothering him because he doesn't even see me standing next to him.

I light the lighter in my hands and bring it in front of his face, he leans his lips towards the lighter, the cigarette immediately catching light, he inhales a long breath and holds it out to me, I wrap my lips around the small end of it and suck in a huge pull.

we stand there like that for a while. the sound of nothing but trees blowing in the wind and the droplets of the fountain below us.

once he's done with his cigarette he throws it on the ground, steps on it and goes to sit in the chair along the balcony wall. he pats his thighs twice, indicating for me to come sit. I do as im told.

I climb onto of him, straddling him. Grabbing my hips he rests his forehead to mine. closing his eyes and taking a long deep breath.

I grab his face with both my hands and force him to look at me. "what happened ale?" my voice is a soft whisper. "tell me what's wrong."

His voice is a soft whisper, one that's barely even there when he speaks back, "Don't go back to hating me... please."

a look of confusion crosses my face, "what happened?" I repeat. Starting to get scared.

he wraps an arm around my waist, he lifts his head looking me in the eyes. a cold wave of emotion hits me because just from that look alone I know something bad has happened.

"sage got everyone out the house, your father went back in for your mother who was in their bedroom." he pauses, drawing circling with his thumb on my hip bone under my shirt. "both your parents just kept exclaiming that he needed something that was very important in their room so he went back in." he shakes his head.

"sage tried to persuade them to leave it but they were adamant on going back. He helped everyone else into a getaway car and went back into the house for them. but-" he clears his throat. "he killed everyone of the Russians on sight trying to find them, and when he did-"

"no." it all hits me at once. "they can't be." my heat beats faster with every breathe I take.

the memories of my dad teaching me how to throw a knife and hold a gun. my mom teaching me how to torture the best way to get out information. My dad teaching me how to be the best assassin. My mom teaching me the thousand ways of seducing and poisoning a man or woman without being noticed.

"I'm sorry Harley, I'm so sorry, but they were dead when he got to them." he whispers.

My heart is thumping, my mind is racing all over the place. the memories I have of them just start rushing in all at once and before I know it I'm a sobbing mess.

Alessandro's hands wrap around me and he rubs my back as I scream and cry hysterically.

I don't know how long we stayed like this but when I finally stopped crying I could feel how wet Ale's shirt was.