The Idea Of You

Alexander was living a very different life, than the life he had wanted. Alexander's life revolves around crime. Unlike Annie who only heard about crime on the news, Alexander was in the middle of it. Currently he was sitting in his office at one of his many strands of casinos, in each he had his own office. He was currently running over the numbers. Thankfully they added up, although he noticed a pattern. Someone called Jack Hill was collecting a debt in all of his casinos, and it was pissing him off. This Jack person would rack up a debt then disappear for a month, then pop up in another casino. Something would have to be done about him. Although the name seemed familiar to him, he wasn't sure why or where he had heard it before. Before Alexander could put a plan together in his head he received a call from Mason, his best mate. They had been friends since primary. Mason was one of the only four people in the inner circle.

Alexander paced up and down the floor of his private house, surrounded by his closest friends and inner circle. Alexander's inner circle were the only people aware of his private house, with a few trusted guards that patrolled the perimeter. Alexander needed to be constantly well protected, he always carried weapons and had a set of trained guards on standby. These guards were a part of the mafia, but their jobs were primarily to protect important assets. His father had been the one to set up the almost separate organization. They had specific training and were always ready to kill. They had been taught to shoot first and ask questions later, and of course, never ask questions about what or why they were protecting something.  "Someone is making a complete fool out of me," Alexander exclaimed, tugging at his hair. "I keep losing more and more products. Someone has to be leaking information." Alexande

"Can I take you somewhere?" A much younger Annie asked, a much younger Alexander. She was nervous. Maybe it was because he had been the only one there for her at that moment. Maybe it was because he had been the only male, apart from her brother, that ever gave her real attention. Maybe it was just the high emotions of the night. Either option was entirely possible because all Annie knew was that she wanted to get to know Alexander, and she knew that in order to do this she would have to be more open and forthcoming about herself. Although the thought terrified her, Annie considered it a small price to become closer, more intimate, with the boy in front of her.  "Sure?" Alexander's answer was hesitant. He knew he needed to get to know Annie. After all, she was Cindy's friend. Or perhaps that was just an excuse he was allowing himself to bel

Chris and Alexander were sat at the kitchen table. Both had a coffee in their hands. Their conversation had started much more civilised than Cindy's had. Chris hadn't even mentioned Annie yet, he had to wait for his moment, it had to be naturally brought up or steered towards.  "So you got Jack's sister?" Chris asked, he purpousely avoided Annie's name. That could be a raw scar, he didn't know enough about the circumstances towards the girls friendship, or if Alexander had any kind of relationship with the girl he could only describe as a victm. "Yeah it was easy to catch her." Alexander's tone was sharp, he tried to push a smile on his face but his anger was noticed by Chris. Alexander was almost angry at Annie for being such an easy target. The lack of protection she carried, it was almost as if she didn't know how dangerous the world around her was. Which she didn't. How could she? She had lived a previously relatively shelted life. No drama, danger, threat.

Annie's eyes opened. She's in a strange, unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by an unfamiliar scent. It wasn't bad. None of it was terrible. Yet she has a tingling fear running through her. She felt weaker. She knew that. Now that she was warmer she recognised the familiar feeling of a developing cold. She sighed, she got sick so easily. Annie looked around the room, slowly rising to her feet, the carpet that met her was soft. It was nicer than what she was expecting. She vaguely remembered being told that she would be moving in with Alexander, she expected her new room to be just as unaccommodating as the cell has been. Instead, she was met with a large room, filled with basic pale greys and whites. Her bedside table had some water on it. She smelt it, although she quickly realized that even if it were drugged she wouldn't know what it smelt like, so instead just took a sip. She stood up and carefully walked to the wardrobe. The sun had started to set, but she had enou