Ivory Fernández and Kylian De Luca.
She's the top assassin.
He's the top mafia leader.
They both hate and tried to kill each other multiple times so what will happen when they need to take down a common enemy and they've agreed to do it together...
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It's been a couple of days and gosh. Kylian is hell-bent on finding where Giovanni is hiding. He hasn't even left the base. And when I go to visit him he tells me he wants to focus and doesn't want the be bothered.
Not in a rude way of course. I would have killed him. He knows better than to do that.
He'd kiss me and whatnot but it's just clear he wants to do this all by himself which is something I simply won't allow.
Now I'm waiting for him. Secretly. Because whether he wants to or not we are going out.
Fuck Giovanni. He's done some messed up shit and trying to look for him 24/7 all just messes more things up. He needs a break from all this.
When hearing his office door unlock, I jump off his desk. He walks in with his curly hair all in his face with his head down. He's gripping his gun with his bloody knuckles. What the hell?
"Kylian," I mumble softly and pull him closer to me. I sit back on the desk, wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him into a hug.
He rests his head on my shoulders and doesn't move. Poor baby he's just so tired.
I plant kisses on his jaw and then onto his neck which catches his attention. "Are you trying to get fucked?" he mutters. "Maybe," I tease, making him finally look at me.
He places a hand behind my neck and one squeezing my waist as he leans in. I quickly back away. "We gotta get yourself fixed up first, Dory."
He scoffs at my words before giving me that look. The look where his eyes are so cute and almost puppy-like. The look that I can't say no to. Except now. "No."
He pulls me back in, too quick for me to stop him. In between kisses, he mumbles, "But you look so damn beautiful, Rory." His words make me blush even though I try my best not to.
I push him away from me even though I really didn't want to. I take the gun out of his hands and drag him into the bathroom. He stays quiet and follows me.
I jump up on the counter and sit on it before grabbing the first aid kit. "Need to hold my hand? This is going to hurt," I tease him and he rolls his eyes playfully.
I gently place his hands on my lap, carefully cleaning them with alcohol wipes. I don't know how but he didn't react to it at all. Perks of being a mafia leader I guess.
"We're going to do something fun today," I state. He raises his brows, curious. "Oh? We are?" he asks with a slight smirk.
I gently place plasters on the cuts on his knuckles. "Mhm," I hum, nodding my head. "I'm going to 1v1 you in basketball."
