Alfaro's Hitman

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖉𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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                   TW: just for this first part: TRAUMA//SCARS//RAZOR

authors note: hi! just so you know, if you ever see a TW at the top of a story, this chapter contains material that can cause a trigger if you're sensitive to such material~! ill always include what the subject is at the very top!! if you ever need anyone to talk to im here like always babes, also leave thoughts in the comments. its good to talk about such things because it can help you cope.

you'll get through it! keep striving. 

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He buried his head between his knees and softly let the tears fall from his face. His hands trembled as he ran them through his black hair and the scars that covered his arms and his legs hurt more than ever even though they were scabbing over. He hated his life. 

He wanted nothing to do with it. 

He thought the only dangers were the rivals of the family, but who knew someone in his own family could've done this to him. He would never heal. 

He softly grabbed the razor from the marble countertop above his head in the bathroom and lowered it against his skin. This was the only way he could cope. 

No one would believe him.

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She was taken aback by the compliment, and she felt her face go red like the ruby on his victorian silver ring. He thought she was adorable? Woah.

Abruptly, reality came rushing back to her head and she recoiled her hand from his grip with a struggle. He turned towards her and squinted, and she could tell he wasn't very happy.

¨Dude, what's your issue?¨,  she said as she squinted back mockingly. He was towering over her, as she was only 5'3. Slowly, he crouched down with his hands on his knees to her eye level. 

¨You're my issue. I have to have you following me around for a year.¨, he said as he smirked his devilish smile and turned back around. He strode forward towards an expensive-looking white classic Cadillac. Its top was down, and the seats were cushioned with tan leather. 

He had a little frog bobblehead on the dashboard, and she couldn't help but smile. 

¨Wanna go for a ride?¨, he said as he smirked towards the white Caddilac. Its top was down, and the seats were cushioned with tan leather.

 She was constantly reminded that she never grew up like this, and she was constantly fighting to get money for her mother and her to survive. 

She watched as his fingers went over the top of the car, his veins running through his hands, as his rings shined under the California sun. He looked at her and tilted his head, still holding the mischievous smirk. 

¨Stop eye-fucking me, girl. Answer me, cmon.¨, he said as he watched Verona step out of daydreaming. It was like he was always inside her head, reading her next moves. She averted her eyes from him and nodded as she shrugged. 

She just had to protect him anyway, so why couldn't she have fun while she did so?

He let out a small deep laugh as he opened her car door and let her get inside, getting into the driver's side after. He started up the car as Verona tied her hair up in a ponytail, and took some cute glasses out of her mini purse. She could tell he was staring at her from the rearview mirror as he backed out of the mansion, but she paid no attention.