Discovering the Mob ( ON HOLD)

chapter 13

Chapter 13

What her father said was true. He has developed feelings for her. He has no idea how wrong it is for him to do just that. But when did it all start?

Helena sits down and wonders about it. For the past hour she has been picking at her breakfast not sure what to think. He admitted that he cared for her. He even insinuated what would happen if anymore were to hurt her. Helena was never one for relationships, let alone love, but something about his surrendered eyes last night confirmed just how much he's starting to like her. She's not made out of stone. She could clearly see it.

And that alone stirs an unidentified emotion. Should she feel scared of that. Or use it to her full advantage to get the USB for Division.

Her fork drops on the China plate. She stands and walks through the house towards the entrance. Ignoring the guards following behind her. She needs time to think, and the only way to think is to distance herself from this house. Even if only a few hours are allowed.

She walks out the front door. Unfortunately the guards stop her from stepping over the threshold.

"Boss's orders are to not let you leave here alone."

"Well I won't be alone. You're all coming with me."

They nod.

She ignores them ranting off to the radios. They are probably just getting the car ready.

Three black SUVs pull up on the drive way one behind the other. She let's them escort her into the one in the middle.

She whispers directions into the drivers ear as silence consumes the car. They speed off. She needs to go do what she once fought for. She needs to dance.

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Francesco enters his home. His men follow behind him to his office. Not bothered to greet he just sits down and looks over the finances of his properties. "Where's Helena?"

Decan, one of his trusted spies, radios the men keeping her guard. "This is A1. Section C. Inform location for Spider. A1. Section C out."

He stares boredly at the mount of papers. Right now he can't seem to concentrate nor has the patience to go over any of it.

A low beep sounds. "This is A2. Section B. Location is at the corner of Flora Lane and Andrews. A2. Section B out."

Francesco drops the papers on his desk. He closes his eyes in anger. "Ask that idiot what the fuck is she doing miles away from this house!" He slams his hands on his desk.

"A2. Section C, inform of cause? Out."

" A2. Section B. She wanted to dance. Over."

Francesco controls himself. He can't let this woman get to him like that. He takes a deep breath before turning to Decan and his men. "Escort me to her. Go get the car ready. Also make sure that they do not let her get out of their sight. If they do, I will have all their heads on my desk before they can even blink." He grabs his blazer and heads towards the entrance of the house.

Surely Helena is now doing this on purpose. What part did she not understand? The part he forbidded her to go out. Or the part where he warned her what would happen if she crossed him?

He shakes his head. He's never met a woman so determined to mind fuck him.

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Her body curves to the catchy song called Good Girl by Carrie Underwood

Why, why you gotta be so blind?
Won't you open up your eyes?
It's just a matter of time 'til you find
He's no good, girl
No good for you
You better get to getting on your goodbye shoes and go, go-o-o, go-o-o-o...
Better listen to me
He's low, low, low...

Her body glistens with sweat. Dance is all about passion and attitude. Without either you can't create a story with your body. And she can feel the lyrics coming to life in every move she makes.

Better back away honey, you don't know where he's been....

The mirrors of the studio surrounds her. She looks at herself as she feel the moves processing. Without much thought she sings along. Her voice is basic, not bad, not good, but sometimes to get into a song you just have to sing along.

He's no good , girl
no good for you.
You better get on getting on your goodbye shoes....

Helena closes her eyes stopping as the song stops. She takes a good look in the mirror. Her emotions show clearly on her face. Its time that she admits to herself that maybe just maybe she might start caring for Francesco more than she should.

It's not like her goal is freedom anymore. As much as she has fought to gain just that, she'll never forget everything. How she doesn't have any family to mourn her if something were to happen to her. Or forget the faces of every single person she has ever killed. She can't take away years of training and being a pawn to the director for his using.

And if she can't forget, then why go through all of this? Why put her own life in danger without any gain? If Francesco ever found out the reason why she was here then he wouldn't hesitate to kill her. And if she doesn't find the USB then her own father would kill her.

Either way she can't win. Her eyes find all the answers she needs. One thing she keeps thinking about is how important family is to Francesco. She doesn't have that. She wants that more than she will admit.

Running, following orders, chasing a distant dream. She's tired of it.

Helena thinks back to all the years of being alone in a small cell she called a room. She was only able to eat twice a day. Take only cold showers twice a day. She didn't see sunlight for years because her mind was being brainwashed to prepare for a kill.

Why can't she just have a break?

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Francesco stares at her. Observing her looking into the mirror. He can see her fighting internally about herself, wishing to know the reasons why. He remains quiet, without interrupting her. The studio is large. He never knew Helena could dance like a professional. He knew Her talent but the grace of her moves is something that has been taught.

Sadness fills her eyes. He wants nothing more than go to her and find out what her mind holds, but he decides against it. She's trouble and the farther he holds back the better it will be in the long run.

"Helena. I'll take you home."

Helena turns around to face him. Her head is held high, but her eyes are cold. If it wasn't for the fact that he's seen sadness in them not so long ago he would've thought something else. But he knows she putting up a front.

"Francesco." She says. "What's life?"

Her question surprises him. He clears his throat. "Depends. Ask yourself whether you are existencing or are you living. It may sound the same but the meanings could not be anymore different."

She nods. He extends his hand, wanting nothing than to comfort her. She takes it. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Their attraction isn't just physical. It's mental.