Fifteen year old Alexandra Amoretto Decides to run around the city, Causing trouble with a random boy she met on the bus after being abandoned by her boyfriend because of her pregnancy.
Seventeen year old Massimo Del Carlo Runs around the city causi...
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I check how much more Ammo I have in my hand gun then held my wrist up to my viewing. Two A.M. blinks on my Rolex covered in dirt and blood. Shit.
I wince and hold my rib cage leaning on the front door of my house groaning.
I've seen scary shit. I've seen the insides of people and death. I've been slashed in my fucking ribcage Yet Im here standing outside my front door in fear my wife is still awake and waiting to chew me out about coming home so late.
An unexpected attack came on me when I was dealing business at a casino and I had quite the time taking care of it.
A lot of blood are on my hands from tonight and it made me feel liberated.
I take off my dirty boots and hold them in my hand before carefully unlocking the door and entering. I close the door behind me and move up the stairs as quietly as my feet could let me.
A wave of tiredness waves through me as I enter my bedroom careful not to wake anyone up.
I head to the closet wincing slowly knowing that is exactly where I keep the first aid kit. The lights in the closet were already on which alerted me.
No matter how many times I tell Alexandra I can afford to keep the lights on in this house at all times she's still a firm believer in lights should be turned off when no one is in the room.
So I know it couldn't have been her.
I put my finger on the trigger of my pistol holding it face down slowly walking through this big ass closet.
I hear sound and I get closer to it making sure I don't make a sound myself. I pass through My side of the closet and Alexandra's Air Jordan's wall into her section.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Alexandra Stands full height with her eyes wide open and looking at the gun tucked beside me.
I realized I didn't even look at our bed to see if she was in here before.
"I thought someone was robbing the closet." I state as Im pulling the ammo out of the gun getting ready to put it away.
I don't like Involving my other life with Alexandra, I always see how uncomfortable she looks when we talk about it so I keep it from her.
So it's no surprised shes baffled that I have this thing in my hands right now.
I take in her apparel. Her coily hair tied in a back ponytail puff, a white collared shirt, a blue pant suit and black heels.
"It's just you."
"Who else is it supposed to fucking be?" Her attitude became more personal. I clench my jaw. "Watch it." I warn.
She glares for a bit then drops down on a sitting stool before moving to take of her heels.
"What are you doing up so late?" I ask. "I was working." She answers simply in her madden tone. "And you?"
