A Dangerous Secret

14 𖧷 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕

Alessio Marchesi

To be honest... I don't really have a plan, I'll just search everywhere. Aloïs sometimes told me about his father, but barely.

I never knew who his father was and that he would be so powerful and heartless to kill his own son, what if anything happens to Eléa? Fuck, why do I even care?

I softly slip out of her bed before quietly leaving the room, it seems like Eléa is a deep sleeper which is good.

I close the door behind me and walk through her large hallway, fuck man, this house is huge. What they need all this space for?

I start from the beginning of the hallway, opening every door I see; an empty room with a pool table, a little cinema or shit, guest rooms, ...

I open the door across from Eléa's room and feel memories flooding my brain when I smell a familiar scent, Aloïs.

When i flicker the lights on tears start to prickle my eyes when I realize whose room I stepped into, his scent still lingers the room.

It's crazy how long we've been friends, but I've never been in his room before. I start looking around and can't stop but smile when I see tons of pictures from Aloïs with Eléa together.

He couldn't put any pictures of us on his wall, because that wouldn't turn out well with his dad.

I sit on his bed and just stare, zoning out. I can't search here, not yet. It feels like betraying his property.

I go and open rooms again, while thinking of a plan: my dad's probably going to ask where Eléa lives, but I really can't say that. Or at least not now.

That's why I need to give him another adress, like a vacation house they own or something. This man is rich rich, which definitely means he has several houses and shit.

But the only way to get information like that is André's office, but he's never home which means he also has an office somewhere else.

This is all so confusing, why did I agree to this?

After walking around for what feels like an hour, I finally found his office, I think.

There's a placard reading: André Bellerose. Which probably refers to his place.

I turn the knob of the door, fuck, of course it is locked. Where the fuck am I supposed to find keys?

Wait... An important thing in the maffia is hiding, we've talked a lot about the best hiding spots for things.

However, Aloïs said that the best way to hide something small is to put it in the wall. What if he puts a spare key in his walls? Behind a brick or something.

I start pulling the bricks that are surrounding the door, but none feel loose. Fuck where do I look when this won't— the door opens all of a sudden.

I look in my hand and see that I pulled a brick down, making the door activate into action. Ah, it's the old book-pulling trick, but instead of a book he chose a brick.

Smart André, but not smart enough.

I walk inside, scanning the entire place. He can't know that I've been here, so I have to keep everything in its place.

I walk to his desk first, opening drawers. Some have locks on them and sometimes there's a small safe.

I finally find a stack of papers, contracts from his business. I search for the envelope that belongs to it, and find it somewhere in the stack of papers.

I look to the name of the sender and receiver:
To Bellerose A.
Fortstreet 95, Dyersburg, Tennessee

Well, well, well, looks like we've already found a department of his business. I take my phone and take some photos to save this.

I can't stay here for long anymore, you never know if Eléa might wake up in the middle of the night.

I only need a stupid vacation house from him, so I can say to Papa that i got this information from that house and that Eléa took me with her.

I look around and catch some family pictures of the three of them, a lot of places. It seems like they were a happy family, it probably changed after Aloïs died.

I pull a picture from the wall, take it out of its frame and turn it around to be met with the address, perfect. I type it into my phone and place the photo back into its frame.

I turn around and put everything back into its place before silently leaving the room and closing the door after me.

This house is dark and cold, but you can see that happy people lived here, like a happy family.

I want to know more about that from Eléa, she had no one for a moment. She didn't only lose her brother, but also her father. He's never around. It's already tough enough when you're raised without a mother figure.

I shine my flashlight on the old pictures on the walls, Eléa's always been a beautiful girl. Sweet and soft, nothing like me.

Fuck, what am I even doing? She's constantly on my mind and she has already sucked me off. I'm doing everything but help my father, what is wrong with me?

I never stay with a girl, I only do one night stands. But why can't I do it with her? I can't imagine leaving her alone in this cold world.

But I have to, she can't stay with me. I'm betraying her family, I'm her biggest enemy.

That's why I'm just going to enjoy it while it lasts, I mean I'm not in love or something. I can find plenty other girls to fuck.

I want to scream.

I calm myself before walking back into her room, as quiet as possible. She's still lying in the same position, only now she doesn't have my arms around her.

And that's how it should be, her without me. I lay besides her, not wrapping my hand around her but just laying on my back.

My mad thoughts get calmed when I feel Eléa turn around and wrapping one leg on my middle. She places her hand on my stomach and her face in the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

My thoughts from seconds ago seem to go away as I brush my finger over her soft skin from her leg.

I can smell her shampoo which gives me flashbacks from when I had her screaming my name in the shower.

I place a kiss on her head and my eyes close to finally drift to sleep.

How am I ever going to let go of her?

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