He's a man that could make the world crumble with just a snap of his fingers.
And she's a woman that could do the same, but to his heart.
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"You had no fucking right to do that to me, Lorenzo. I did not deserve the betrayal you put me through...
I carve the Jester's mask into his chest before walking away from the scene. Another mission stolen from the Italian mafia.
"Cazzo, il giullare l'ha fatto di nuovo." I hear behind me as I hide behind a wall. I smirk to myself, I avoided the Italian mafia by just a second. (Fuck, The Jester did it again.)
A splash of proudness washes over me before disappearing as quickly as it got here. "Lorenzo's going to be fuming. Once again." My heart drops for a second at the mention of his name.
I brush all the feelings away and run away from the scene, careful not to make any sound.
They've been on my tail for years now, trying to find out who The Jester actually is. That's what the fucker gets for betraying me.
I slam the door of my car shut and let out a sigh. "They're going to find out soon." I whisper. So what if they do? The worst they can do is kill me, I'd have no complains.
I start the car and try not to think about him. The song All I want by Kodaline starts playing, relaxing my thoughts. ________ "Hello, Jester." May squeals, curled up into a ball on the couch. She quickly gets up and runs over, tackling me into a hug.
"Hi May." I hug her back, finding comfort in my best friends embrace.
May Arthurs is a beautiful 23 year old woman, a dangerous one, too. She was previously my sister's best friend, but she left her after Mariana did bad things.
"How was it today?" She asks, jumping back onto the couch. I take off my shoes and sigh, "Usual." I smirk, washing my hands.
I run over and plop right next to her. I lean my head back and let out a sad groan. "What's wrong, honey?" May asks, turning the TV off.
"I heard the mafia mention him today." May coos and throws her arm around me. "Did you see the picture of him that he posted today?" She would never ask about him, what's going on.
I shake my head and she pulls out her phone. She opens Instagram. Jesus girl, check your inbox.
She shows me the new post. I scan my eyes over the picture and gulp. She's showing me pictures of the guy I hate, and why the fuck is he so fit.
"Gulping, huh? But pay attention to his left hand." She remarks and I scoff before doing what she told me to.
"There's no.." I start, but she finishes before me. "Wedding ring." She cheers.
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