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"So tell me why I have to do this?"

I ask Izabella, she grabs a dress from
me and Aleksander's closet

"Because my mom wants a family
photo before you go,
and she never takes no for an answer"

Izabella lifts the dark plum-colored
satin dress and presses it against
my body, a smile grows on her face
and she steps beside me so I can see
myself in the mirror, even though
it's a basic dress it still looks pretty.

"Do we like it?" Isabella asks,

"Yes, we definitely do." Aleksander
replies with a smirk,

While he leans against the doorframe,
his black shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, my eyes trail down
his muscular, veiny arms, and I realize there is dark dried blood on his hands

My eyes widen and I look back into his
eyes. his eyebrows furrow in confusion
then he realizes what is wrong.

He lifts his hands "It was a work thing."
he says as if that's a good explanation,
I leave it alone and walk toward him

"Are you okay?" I question, a little
worried he got himself hurt.

A deep laugh leaves his mouth
"You see my hands drenched in
blood and you ask me if I'm okay?"

I roll my eyes "Yes and I didn't
ask for a replay of the question."
Izabella laughs, shaking
her head while she walks past us

"You are both made for each other."

Aleksander shrugs and points toward
her "See she agrees with me."

I look down at his hands again,
I want to ask more questions like,
whose blood is on
his hands and why is it there?

But I don't know how to say it
without sounding scared or worried,
mostly because I am a little worried.

"I don't know the person's name but
they tried to break into one of my warehouses, supposedly they work
for another mafia,
I don't know the answer to that either"

Sometimes I wonder if he can read my mind, it's as if he knows what
I want before I even realize I want it.

I nod my head, grabbing his arm,
making sure not to get the blood
on me and I lead him into the bathroom.
he lets me put his hands into the sink
and put soap in the palm of his hand

"Xavier's coming," he tells
me as he washes his hands,

I lift myself onto the bathroom
counter and cross my legs "Why's
your boyfriend coming?" I ask him