The Mafia's Son [REVISED]

32. Camp Peary

"Where are you going?" I asked Percy seeing him in the Bunker packing everything he owns in a small luggage. 

He must've thought I stayed with my Grandmother, but I couldn't help but overhear his conversation in her before he left the other day. He told her to take care of me while he was gone. 

After the way we ended things last night, something felt off. My suspicions were right when I saw him driving off early this morning at 6 to not alert me. 

"I can't tell you." 

His short answer only got me more curious.

"How long will you be gone?" I continue asking.

"Even if I knew the answer-"

"-you can't tell me," I cut him off to finish his sentence. 

He sighs and stops packing to look back at me leaning against the door frame a few feet behind him.

"Look Snow. You always knew Chicago was a mission. I was never going to stay here permanently. Our job is done now that Brookens no longer is operating."

What he said hurt me because it was so cold. It was almost as if he turned a flip off after I poured my heart out yesterday at the funeral. How could he just pretend like he didn't care about me? How could he just walk away without telling me?

"So that's what this was - just a mission?" I start to choke up. He was walking to the drawers to pick up more of his clothes to pack. 

"Yeah," His respond was as dark as my soul. 

"And what about me?" I finally ask making me pause and stare me directly in the eye. 

"What do you mean?" He ask aimlessly back at me. 

"I mean was your plan to leave early this morning was so you can avoid me before you leave Chicago? You were hoping you could just leave me behind and run off to another city to do another operation for months, if not years, and pretend I wouldn't notice? I thought you said you were going to be there for me always."

"You don't get it, Snow! I move where they tell me to move. I do what they tell me to do. I can't exact go against orders."

"NO! You don't get it, Percy. You aren't this heartless. You might want to run away from all this pain, but I can't. I've lost everyone - my mother, father, Gabe, and Caleb. I thought we were friends. Friends don't leave friends behind when they are at their lowest. You are the only one who gets me - the only one who relates to everything I've been through. Please don't leave me now when I need you the most, Percy. I can't afford losing another person," I cry and beg him.

"I'm sorry, Snow. I have-"

"-right. A job to do. I get it now. You've made it very clear where your priority lies. I just thought I deserved at least a goodbye from you. Have a safe trip, Percy."

I step backwards and head to the exit of the Bunker. My heart sank. I never should've gotten attached when I knew Gabe and him were always going to leave at the ending. If my mother went underground for three years and faked her death for the CIA, I should've expected Percy and Gabe to do the same if not worse. I just thought after everything we went through for the past few months, he would care. 

Hearing footsteps run up behind me, I get whisked around when a pair of hands touch my waist. As he turns me around, my body was so close to his that our faces were mere inches from each other.

I gulp and see him out of breath.

"I couldn't let you walk away without telling you that I care. I know I don't exactly exude warmth, but you're right. After Gabe died, I closed my walls. For two weeks straight, I lost my mind thinking I failed my team and that I had lost the only two friends I had in this world. All that pain and guilt I had buried me deep in a place I never thought I would be again. You don't know what it was like seeing you wake up for the first time as you opened your eyes, I could finally breathe. The pain and guilt I felt washed away in that instant and I had hope for the first time. You give me hope, Snow."