Destroy It All

Yes

Alex

It had already been six hours and I was drunk enough to calm down.

Marco had stayed by my side the whole time which was nice, we had done some work, ate and now the waiting had begun.

"That's all he said, 'I'll need to think about it'?" he asks. I nod. "He didn't even ask you your name, Alex are you sure about this?"

"No, but if I don't do this I'll die and that'll leave Roberto to runs things again, I'm going to do everything I can to stop that."

"Alex, we could always just kill him," Marco laughs we've talked about it a lot but in the end it never worked the other mafia's would never be okay with us killing him, on our own that is. it would be like starting a war.

Another hour had pasted. 

"That's it we are going to him and getting an answer." I jump to my feet and run out, I don't see Marco I run back inside to see him sleeping, I slap him. "Get up, we have somewhere to be." 

When we pulled up with our guards we all stepped out four cars and I had a hood pulled over my head we walked towards the gate.

"How can we help you?" the gate people ask.

"Alexandre needs to see Lucas." Marco says. they nod and walk to open the gate and we walk in "You all stay out here and try to not kill anyone." me and Marco walk towards the house and knock on the door a maid answers the door. and lets us in.

"Where can we find Alexandre?"

"And you are?"

"the Moretti's." she nods and we follow her into the back yard it's a lot bigger than ours.

"Right there," she points into the woods and we see him sitting.

"Thank you." we stop halfway there. "Marco stay here okay?" 

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

I walk up behind him, he hears me and snaps around gun in hand, I laugh it off and sit down next to him, I can't see him green eyes but I can see his black hair, and Lucas looks a little more tired. 

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm done waiting, Lucas I need an answer."

"And I told you I needed time, you've had time to think about this I haven't." he was right of course he was. "If I agreed we would be married until one of us died. neither one of us could love someone else."

"I know, but you could I wouldn't mind."

"But I would," he looks away, "I may be a killer but if I married you I would be a good husband," he shakes his head. "If we do this we will be the strongest mafia, we will be targets."

"Yes."

"There are so many reasons why we shouldn't do this,"

"They couldn't punish us, if we married we would naturally become the leaders. king and queen." I joke. he doesn't laugh but shows a smile

"I'll do it."

"You will?" He nods

"But first we should get to know each other yes?"

"Yeah, what do you wanna know?"

"What's your name?"

"Alexandra Grace Moretti."

"Ha! of course it is," he turns to face me, "Lucas Scarletto, at your service."

"Nice to meet you Lucas."

"Who he?" he asks.

"Huh?" he nods towards Marco.

"Oh, that's Marco,"

"Marco the famous actor, who was supposed to be Alexandre." I nod we looked at each other and laughed, both were real laughs. "What's your favorite season?"

"Winter, you?"

"Winter." 

We had been talking for a few hours and we got to know each other it had gotten a little hot outside with the sun coming out so I removed my jacket, his eyes scanned my my arms seeing my tattoos.

"When did you get your first?" he asks

"Sixteen, it was this one" I showed him my knife tattoo. "how about you?"

"Ten."

"Ten!" 

"Yeah my father gave it to me."

"Can I see?" I ask, he nods rolling up his shirt and I see a long cut down his left arm and a rose vine covering it, I run my hand over it, but pull away when I see him finch away from my touch, "I'm sorry." he just shakes his hand and garbs my hand and places it back on his arm.

"We're getting married I just need to get used to your touch." he offers a smile.