Assassin's Creed Syndicate: My Revolution

(23) Don't Question Me

"Alesa?" Sal questioned, looking me up and down.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

He glared at me as I took the final step onto the hard wood floor. His eyes narrowed slightly, "Where is he?"

I looked at him confused, knowing he knew about Jacob, "Who?"

"That English man!" He raised his voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I raised mine as well.

Sal came toward me, his eyes were filled with fury, "Don't play retarded with me, Alesa. A few of your Jesters saw you messing around with this man. You were up on him, is that right?"

"Sal, it's not what you think!"

"It's not what I think?!" He turned his head and looked at the door, "You cheated on me, Alesa. With... with that fucking Assassin you said you'd never go back to!"

"If you would listen to me for one second-"

"I'm tired of listening to you, Alesa. You're 41 years old! Do you not think that he has a kid of his own?!"

He does.... A voice said.

I glared at Sal intently, "You don't get it, do you?" I walked toward him, "He was mine before you ever were!"

Sal came back and pushed me against the wall, his face was inches away from mine and his grip on my forearms was terribly tight, "Listen here, Stirling," he stared, "You couldn't stay away from him. Admit it!"

I kicked him hard in the groin area and he let go of my arms as he toppled over onto the ground and he was lying on his back, but not for long as he used his hands and pushed himself up to where he basically hopped back up onto his feet smoothly and he put his hands into fists and held them in front of himself, "Leave me alone, Salvatore!"

He smirked and came flying toward me, swinging a punch at me, but I caught his fist before he could do anything and tackled him to the ground once more, straddling him and pinning his arms to the ground.

"Alesa, let go of me!"

"No!" I screamed in his face, staring at his crystal blue eyes, "You messed everything up!"

"I didn't mess anything up, you home wrecker!"

My grip tightened on his arms and I put as much weight as I could on him, "Take it back."

"I never should've trusted you." He spit.

"Maybe you should've!" I stood up quickly and turned, "Go. Get out of here. Turn in your patches and fucking get out. You're out of the Jesters."

"You're just gonna go back, Alesa." He stood up, "You're just gonna go back to England, and who's gonna lead them? Not your father. Not me. Who's it gonna be?"

"James."

"He won't be able to take the pressure of it, Alesa. You're gonna go back and France is going to go under Anarchy and the Templars are gonna rule the streets again, and guess why?

It's because their leader cares more about a man she hasn't seen in years. She cares more about the man she was supposed to marry more then the gang she formed. The gang she vowed to take care of. Once she goes back, she'll be nothing more then but a fucking memory."

That was the last I heard from Sal as he opened the door and slammed it shut. The entire house rattled.

My heart was pounding as I put my back to the wall and slid down, putting my knees up to my face.