Mr. De Santis

37

Harley's Pov:

My parents are dead. 

My mom is dead.

My dad is dead.

Dimitri is responsible.

I am a Mafia Leader.

I repeat those sentences over and over in my mind as the cold water traps me in a trans. my eyes are closed, my back is flat on the floor of the pool, lungs tight with hostage oxygen. its quiet. all I can hear around me if the muffled sound of my heart beating slower and slower the longer I stay under the water. allowing me to think

I want to stay here. tie a weight to my ankles and stay here till im gasping for air only to be met with the chilled water filling my lungs. 

Dimitri is responsible.

That same sentence is repeated in my head once more. my eyes pinch together tighter, my hands balled together at my side and my jaw clenches.  the same anger and fury lighting up my heart again.

I vision his head. off of his body. the face he makes when I kill him. the power I feel when his heart is cut out of his body. I vision his blood on my hands covering my entire body, the light draining from his eyes, and lastly I envision his screams of agony-

Bang.

my eyes snap open to the sound interrupting my dream. a gunshot. I turn my head in the direction of the noise, looking through my water lodged vision to see what looks like flying bullet through the water only a arms distance away from me.

I widen my eyes and push off the floor of the swimming pool, looking up and following the light to the top.

breaking the water, I let out a heavy suck of oxygen as the sun invades my eyes and ears, perceive life again. 

my chest rises up and down as I look up at the culprit. Alessandro is standing tall at the edge of the pool, gripping the gun down by his side.

I roll my eyes. "what the fuck?" my voice is breathless as I grip the edge gasping for air. his silhouette covers the sun, he's in a black t-shit that looks like its 2 sizes to small from the way its wiped around his muscle body, a pair of black slacks and his expensive business shoes.

"get out." his voice is rough, hard and cold. sexy almost

I squeeze my legs a little tighter at the sight of him, mentally cursing at my body betrayal to him again. "fuck off." I swim towards the edge of the pool by the stairs leading out.

"that's not very nice Harley." he makes a tsk tsk sound with his mouth, shaking his head. I glare at him again, burning holes into his head with my mind. 

"there's a meeting in five minutes to figure out our next move." he states, his eyes look soft for a second almost like pity. I hate pity. "get out we have important decisions to make Miss Valencia." 

my mouth twitches up in a smile. he hasn't called me that in a while.

I get out the pool, not caring that I was in my underwear since I didn't have a swimming costume, he's seen it before.

his eyes are still on my body when I turn around and start to dry myself with a towel. he clears his throat and walks straight past me. "don't fucking be late."

I scoff and head up the stairs, walking into the guesthouse bedroom, id moved into here last night, it was the furtherest room from his. or anybodies. I don't wanna talk to anyone, especially him and Amelia. she came knocking last night, I pretended to be asleep although she knows better, im never asleep after something goes wrong.