Double Crossed

not the fucking end (twenty nine)

Written by: @shiningjustforyou13    

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Travis' POV

"Queen of Vegas, Alison Kingsley dead after fatal accident."

I skimmed through article after article, all with the same title. I felt numb looking at the picture they'd used for Alison, for Taylor. A grainy shot on the side of the street as she'd been walking from a car to a building, her veil low over her face. She'd never let her real face see the world as Alison, so no one knew who it was that had been in that building last night.

A tear dripped down my cheek as I looked over at all the bags my staff were taking from my house to the cars waiting outside. Jason and Kylie had already taken Wyatt and left the city once Taylor – as Alison – had left and gone to find her father. I wasn't far behind them. We'd get out of here, abandon this whole mafia thing. We were done. None of us cared anymore. Alison was dead because of this, and we had a baby in the family to protect now.

The Kelce name had been changed to Finlay; the one thing I'd asked of Jason and Kylie when we'd decided to get the hell out of this city. I wanted to honor the woman who had sacrificed everything for us, given up all of the life she knew, her sense of self, her heart and soul. And now all of that was gone and there was nothing left for us here. The mafia had died with her. No one wanted to take it up after the destruction we'd caused.

"We're done sir." A tentative voice said from behind me.

"Good." I flicked a hand, putting my phone down. "You know where to take everything. Leave my car."

"Yes sir."

Footsteps faded away and I sighed, resting my head in my hands. My whole life had been taken up by this, and now it was all ending, changing. I was exhausted, and I was glad it was over, but I'd lost so much throughout it all that I didn't even know who I was anymore.

"God I love you Tiger." I whispered to myself.

"Hey, I love you too." A soft voice murmured in my ear as arms twins around my neck from behind, blonde hair tickling my cheek. I sighed, looking over.

"Hi baby girl."

"Hi." Taylor smiled, kissing the corner of my lips. "So it worked huh?"

"Sure did." I reached around and pulled my fiancé into my lap, holding her close. "You did so well Tiger, that asshole is dead and the world thinks you are too. We're free now."

"Finally." Taylor rested her forehead against mine. "What do you say Travis Finlay, ready to go be normal people in a place far away from here?"

"Sure am." I stroked her cheek.

"And Jason and Kylie and Wyatt?"

"Already there baby girl." I reassured her. "They're right next door to us from now on. And they want to give you another chance to think about being Wyatt's godmother. I know you said no because you were scared of putting her in danger, but you're Taylor Finlay now. Alison Kingsley and Taylor Swift don't exist."

"I'll think about it." Taylor bit her lip. "Travis I'm just scared of..."

"I know." I placed a finger on her lips. "They don't expect an answer from you until you're ready. Take weeks, months to decide."

Taylor nodded, obviously a little relieved. And as much as I wanted to stay there with her forever, we had to go, so we got to our feet and left the house hand in hand. There was a lump in my throat as I closed the door, but not enough for me to pause there, and I led Taylor towards the car without a pause. She automatically touched her ribs as she got into the passenger seat, obviously still tender even though she'd healed alright. I helped, waiting until she was inside before closing the door and going round to the other side.