Alina Sokolov- a walking seduction and a temptress, one of the top assassins who can kill with mere words.
Though her past isn't as pretty, she's willing to do everything to leave it behind and has vowed to become a weapon none can stop, not even hi...
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Leo's POV (14 y/o):
"You know love isn't all about sunshine and rainbows, right?" she asks me with a cringed-out face that screams 'you're dumb' at me.
"Yeah. I know love isn't just sunshine and rainbows, and?" I say raising one eyebrow silently urging her to get to her point.
"What I'm saying is, you can't break up with someone just because the sunshine was replaced by stormy clouds. Storms pass leaving yet another rainbow," she says womansplaining me, if that's even a word. I sigh in annoyance, "You're one to be giving love advice when you've never even held hands with a guy," I say and she frowns.
"That is so not true. I have a boyfriend," she says with scrunched eyebrows as if stating something so obvious. Her having a boyfriend shouldn't surprise me, I mean, she's beautiful as fuck but it just doesn't feel right to think of her with a guy other than me. As her nemesis of course, when picturing her with someone else the only person who comes to my mind is me and anyone else feels out of place, somehow.
The thought of her with another guy makes my head throb and a unfamiliar knot in my chest.
"C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 dopamine, seratonin, oxytonic." she recites from memory with easy fluency snapping me out of thought. I shoot her a confused look asking her to elaborate. She continues, "That's the formula for love. Easily craftable in a lab but upon overdosing it can cause insanity, schizophrenia and extreme paranoia."
I never took her for the nerdy-scientific type. She screams bloody murder and not 'i love studying'. As though sensing my thoughts she cracks a tiny smile, a complete contrast to the rest of her facade. A ghost of a smile but one that holds vibrance of the sun, from my point of view.
That's right. I love her smile. I love the way she smells, like roses but those with thorns. I love how her left eyebrow raises the tiniest bit when she's nervous. I love how she flicks her pinky finger when she's flustered or embarrased. She's nice.
She's nice? Whose nice? Who was I talking about?
That's right..Alina. She's pretty. She's the most majestic woman I've seen.
"LEONARD COLOMBOSVEGLIATI SUBITO, FIGLIO DI PUTTANA!" Someone yells in my ear. The voice sounds...sweet, familiar. It sounds like something I'd dream of.
My eyes snap open and I hand immediately goes to the gun strapped in my waistband. As a reflex, I point it at whoever is infront of me. My vision swims for a second before it goes back to normal. I look up at Alina glaring at me. She has her hands on her hips, totally drenched with water in her black cargos and top, her wet hair strands falling on her face as she pins me with a murderous look. What the fuck did I do now? "Who are you?" I ask as her eyes that were previously in slits from the glare she was throwing at me widen in shock and her lips part the slightest bit. "No. No no no no not this you know I hate the amnesia trope god damit!" She says throwing her fit to herself then leaping closer to me and squatting down to be eye level with me considering my lying down, resting on my elbows. "Please for gods sake don't tell me you hit your head when we were down there and lost your memory or something because if you did Leo I swear to god I will shoot you right here right now and leave you to rot with no one ever knowing and trust me when I say you will regret ever even coming on this mission." She says her voice thick with warning. "That i already do," I say, "Anyways, I was just pulling you leg Alina, this old mans still got all his memory like brand new." She smacks my shoulder, "First of all, don't say you're old because that means I'm old too and we're not even officially out of teenage yet. Second of all, fuck you." "I thought we agreed to be friends why would I fuck you?" I joke and she quickly looks away and then back at me a little...flustered? "Why did you sink back down?..what happened? Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was?" She asks, the last sentence a barely audible murmur. "I don't exactly know but I think some loose piece of concrete hit my head and I lost consciousness." I recite. "Ohh..that..that makes sense." She says her voice dropping a few octaves.
"Let's get out of here before I actually lose my memory" I stand up and we both straighten ourselves out. I start checking all my weapons and bullets while she ties up her hair and proceeds to do the same. Mafia families, especially top-tier assassin groups always have some sort of codes. Getting kidnapped or separated is pretty common on high risk missions so if something does happen, the families wait for exactly 96 hours before dispatching units on a rescue mission. According to the amount of hunger and thirst my body feels, it's been about 19 hours. Alina and I find our way out of the base with ease without running into many traps. The place seems somewhat toned-down with less security. Even the cameras are shut off, it's almost like the place was abandoned in the span of a day. I see Alina taking in the place the same way as me. It becomes an obvious fact as she shoots me a quizzed look. We make it out of the base from the metallic roof. "No way in hell are we returning by car because I cannot sit there for like- another day starving and stinky not to mention, with you beside me." She says as we sprint to the forest our car was parked at. I sign at the comment,"We're just two people and can easily pass as a couple. I'll contact our nearest base from here and get two fake ID, passports made and then we can fly back to Russia." The reason we didn't fly here in the first place was because it would have been way too easy to track us off. We run for a while before reaching our car. She sits inside turning on the car airconditioner. I find a burner phone in one of the back pockets of the car seat that I always keep in my car. I contact a Spanish base where I issue the ID's and they inform the main headquarters AKA our families that we have made a successful escape and will be back in Russia pretty soon. The fame identify arrives in an hour, with plane tickets and we fly back to Russia. Home sweet home it is. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ A/N: The wait is finally overrrr. I don't even know how to apologise for disappearing any more but I've got something planned and it will make up for the lost time😉 We also hit 200 reads and I could not be more thankful to you guys<3 Also- was the chapter okay? Because it left me in writer block for so damn longggg ughhhh. Anyways, BE HAPPY AND KEEP READING!<3
