Her Secrets

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|Sean's POV|

When I reached Enzo's mansion, I wasn't surprised to find Alessio leaning against his car outside with a cigarette in between his fingers, probably waiting for me.

He snapped his head up, narrowing his eyes at me as I stepped out of my car, closing the door behind. "I see you're early."

"Shut up, you're late," he mumbled, rolling his eyes as he extended the cigarette that was in between his lips two seconds ago towards me. "Here, we're probably gonna need it."

Wordlessly, I took it from him and inhaled the addictive substance. I wasn't much of a smoker but that didn't mean, I never did it.

"So, what took you so long?" He asked but then shook his head, "never mind. I don't wanna know."

I only flashed him a grin in response, blowing smoke through my nose and mouth. "Ready to face whatever's waiting for us inside?" He questioned, twirling his car keys in his hands, "I have a feeling that we're not gonna like it."

"Same," I tossed the cigarette on the ground and stepped over it, "it's now or never. Let's get this shit over with."

"After you," he nodded towards the door to the house. I rolled my eyes at his dramatics as I began walking towards the entrance. Dude was acting like there was world war four going on inside.

Pushing it open, I stepped inside, not surprised to find the whole place empty and quiet. Alessio stayed closely behind, saying, "I got your back," every passing minute. We both knew that he was just scared to go first.

"Isn't this place weirdly quiet to you?" He whispered as my hand instinctively reached out to my gun which was tucked in my waistband. I heard the click of his own gun telling me that he was being safe as well.

"He usually does all the torture stuff in the basement," I spoke then made my way towards the entrance to the basement. "God, I hate going down there. It smells very much like you."

"Ha ha," he let out a sarcastical laugh, softly pushing me to walk faster, "let's go."

Once we were there, we entered the place, gripping our guns tightly. The horrid smell of blood, sweat and I didn't wanna know what else filled my nostrils making me scrunch my face in disgust. "Holy fuck," I gagged, my other hand automatically going to my face as I hid my nose.

"Thought you'd get used to it by now," Alessio mumbled behind me which led me to turn to glance at him to find that he was also covering his nose. "Breathe through your mouth."

"I don't want to," I grumbled but did it nonetheless. I hate this. "This place needs air fresheners."

"Right?" Alessio agreed, "even my basement doesn't smell that bad."

We finally stopped walking and complaining like a bunch of teenagers when we heard grunts and voices which made both of us hurry towards the direction of the sound. We stopped right in our tracks when our eyes fell on Enzo who was hovering over a man strapped in a chair, his hands tied behind his back and his head hung low, not allowing us to see his face.

"Is this our guy?" Alessio asked, placing his gun back in his waistband once we realised that there were no danger.

"Yeah," Enzo turned to us, a frown visible on his face, "what the hell are you two fuckfaces doing here?"