𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 || enemies to lovers

•01•

•Alessandra Moretti•

I woke up, tired and not wanting to move, as though I hadn't slept at all. I slid of my queen bed and my bare feet padded on the fluffy carpet as I walked numbly towards the bathroom. I washed my face, freshening up and waking up a bit. I stare at myself in the large semicircular mirror placed above the sink, with light tracing it. I take a look at me, dark circles under my dark eyes, my black hair hung limply and I run a hand through it to give it some volume. I sigh and pull off my night clothes; a midnight blue shirt and shorts, made of fine Italian silk.

I climb into the marble bathtub, its shape is squared and it's to the left of the sink. I turned on the shower and sigh as droplets of warm water pour down my back and shoulders, after just standing for a few minutes, with my eyes closed, feeling the warmth of water splatter over my eyelids. Then I turn off the water and get out, drying myself with my towel and wrap it around myself walking out of the bathroom.

My bed was already being cleaned and my sheets folded neatly.

'Hey Lucia.'

She turned to me and bowed her head, 'yes miss?'

'I'll organize my room, don't worry.'

She nods, catching up and walks out. I pad to my wardrobe and pick an outfit for the day; tight-fitting black pants and a black top. Then I walk out of my room after cleaning up my room and head downstairs. Lucia had already set up a breakfast of a cornetto filled with cream and sweet jam. If you don't know what it is, it basically looks like a croissant. I ate with my hands and sipped on my glass of milk.

After breakfast, I get up. When I'm back in my room I sit down on my bed, bored. I could sleep, but that really wasn't something I wanted to do right then. I sigh and grab a knife, they were just about anywhere in the mansion, same for guns. This was my favorite, gifted by my best friend, it had a great grip and looked just like any other blade, except for my name carved into the steel; Allesa. Nickname, same thing.

The board that hung in my door seemed to be waiting for me to throw the knife, I had drew a red circle when I was 12, to mark a point to shoot at. 3 years later, it had been re-drawn, smaller. To make a harder target. I leveled the knife and hurled it at the wooden board, a thud could be heard as it dug into the wood and remained there, planted in it.

"I am so amazing." I say to myself and lay back down.

With nothing else to do, I head to the training room. A few people dressed in black, just like me, were there training. A part of my father's followers, they nod at me as I walked in, they know me. They respect me. I am their future leader. At the far side of the room is targets, and guns. Revolvers, shotguns, rifles, handguns, you name it. They line the wall in an array. I pick up one of the light ones, one I usually prefer, a simple 9mm pistol. It is light and easy to handle. I had learnt to use knives and guns since I was 7. Now, I just use them for missions and practice.

I aimed and shot, hitting the target again and again. It is exhilarating, having this much power in my hands. Again, and again. The sounds rang throughout the room, no one bothered, it was something everyone was already used to now. A vibration on my leg made me stop and I got out my phone as it rang. I picked up.

'Hey.'

'Hey, Allie.' A playful voice said back.

'Theo.' I grin as I walkout of the room, keeping the pistol with me.

'What's good?' Theadore Anderson. My best friend. The one and only who kept me sane.

'Nothing much. Life's ass. And you're gay.' I say as I run up the stairs.

He snorts indignantly, 'for the hundredth time Allesa, I am not gay. I am a proud bisexual.'

'Same thing.' I shrug, though he can't see me, 'why'd you call?'

'I can't call my best friend?'

'No.'

'Right. Coca worth a few million just got stolen, we found someone but he won't talk. I swear it's the Russians, they're all a bunch of drug addicts.'

'Knew it was gonna be something like that. Can't my father do anything? It's his cocaine.'

'He can't be bothered.' He mimics my father's voice, I could almost see him shrug and roll his eyes. He works for my father, but being around me has made him bold. I don't mind, I don't really care about my father, and he doesn't exactly give a shit about anyway.

'Hm, where are you? I'll be there in a sec.'

'Outside, the abandoned warehouse.'

'Aight.'

'See you.'

'Mhm, bye.'

'Byeeeee.'

I hung up and rubbed my eyes, before changing into black cargo pants and an over large white t-shirt. As I head back downstairs, I remember to knock on my father's door.

'I'm going out.'

Somewhere from inside his office where he was all day he yelled back, 'where are you going?'

'To get your white coca back.' I shout as I walk on, not bothering to say anything else.

'Don't let anyone recognize you.'

'Yeah, yeah. I'll be with Theodore.' Is the last thing I say as the large doors to the mansion closed behind me. The pool glittered with crystal clear water and I bent down to run my hands through it, enjoying the feeling of the water rush through my fingers. I stand up again and walk on, pass my father's line of expensive, sleek cars. I debated whether or not to call my driver to just take me to the warehouse, but then decided against it. I take my motorbike, I love it, its seat is comfortable and it actually looked gorgeous, in a way a car could be anyway; sleek, black, cool.

I grab my helmet, though I'd never really cared for it and fit it onto my head before swinging my leg over and climbing on.

It's chilly, dark clouds hanging over the morning sky, usually, at this time, it would be pretty sunny. But today, it looked like it could rain anytime. I sped up, the hair sticking out from my helmet whipping around in the wind. As I caught sight of the nearing warehouse, abandoned and rather dark, I slid to the side and came to a stop, climbing off the bike and taking my helmet off. I know it's about to rain, but I leave my motorbike outside.

I don't. I turn back and sigh as I move it into the warehouse, the door creaking as I moved it open to make space. After it's safely inside, I look around.

'Hey Allie.' A figure jogs up to me and ruffles my already-messy hair.

'Hey Theo,' I grin and punch him on the shoulder, 'watch my gorgeous hair, let's go torture the  information out of someone.'

'Yayyyy, I don't give a fuck about your hair by the way.' He chuckles as he follows me towards another dark figure, strapped to a wooden chair.

I roll my eyes dramatically, 'everyone cares about my hair, fuck off.'

'Haha, no.'

I ignore him as I study the gagged person sitting in front of me.

'Woah. What the fuck.'

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Too tired to write the rest, also I wanted to publish the first chapter fast, to be continued!!! Hopefully.
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Love y'all -Zoe