Alison didn't expect her life to change so soon. Alison didn't expect one night to change her entire life. She witnessed a crime committed by a notorious Mafia gang. She finds herself a target of the Mafia, and they send an assassin to eliminate her. What happens if the assassin falls for her? If the Mafia sends another person to kill her? Would she be able to protect herself or the assassin be able to protect her? Would he betray the Mafia, or would he choose her? Read more to find out
View MoreThe night passed with Alison experiencing no sleep. Frustration wove through her thoughts as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The way Nicholas was acting was still on her mind. It made her uneasy. He had pulled back once again just when she thought she was drawing nearer to him. The silence in the house felt eerie. It was as if the world beyond her bedroom had vanished. Something was definitely wrong. She suddenly sat up from the bed and ran a hand through her hair. The tension in the house was already suffocating, how could she lie here and act as if nothing was happening? She had already made her choice before she had had time to think it through. If Nicholas doesn't tell her anything, she is going to find out for herself. She got up quietly and padded across the room toward the door, swinging her legs over the bed. She slowly opened it and looked into the dark corridor. She felt a slight excitement. She shouldn't have been out here.Her bare feet hardly made a sound on the c
Alison could tell something was clearly wrong. She sensed a shift with how Nicholas was behaving but she couldn't place a finger on what it was.Nicholas definitely wasn't acting like himself, not that she knew well enough to actually know he's like. But she knew something happened to him. He's like he was waiting for someone to burst right through the door. He was colder than ever all of a sudden. Things were just going well between them. She wondered where the change came from.He was paranoid,he didn't let her go outside. She now had her training at the basement and she did them alone. He was more distant. She was sure something happened and it terrified her for some reason. She knew Nicholas wouldn't tell her anything. When has he ever told her anything?He was constantly working in his office and making a bunch of calls. She didn't know the kind of work but she imagined something dreadful. She noticed he was busier than before. She rarely sees him, mostly when she eats breakfast.
The light turned on in the warehouse as soon as Adrian entered, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room with every steps he took. His men were ready, their weapons positioned to shoot if needed. The message he received was simple: We need to talk.Adrian wasn't the type to be summoned, he summons people, no one dare summons him maybe that was why he found the message intriguing. This was no ordinary informant. This person knew Nicholas and they knew him well.A figure stepped into the light emerging from the shadows. The man had a relaxed posture and was fully clothed in dark clothings. Adrian's eyes narrowed. He had anticipated a low-level mole, an unnamed traitor. Not the person he was seeing.The man before him was thought to be dead. Luke. It took a while before Adrian spoke, studying him for signs of deceit. Adrian folded his arms with ease and remarked, "So," he paused "You're the one feeding me information from.”Luke smirked. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”Adri
Nicholas didn't sleep at all. He couldn't allow himself to sleep. He guarded the window, his eyes glued outside in search of any movement or hidden shadows. The symbol craved in Alison's window was plainly on his mind. He knew they were watching, they were waiting and Nicholas was ready for them whenever they were ready to strike.The hours dragged on yet nothing happened. No movement or attack at all. Just pure silence. This was the hardest part. The certainty that something was meant to happen but nothing was happening at all.By morning, the house remained untouched. Nicholas understood assuming they were out of danger would be a big mistake. The moment he was about to sleep, his phone let out a buzz. It was the same number.Unknown Number: You didn’t sleep, did you? His fingers tightened around the phone. Whoever was behind this wanted to mess with him. They wanted to make him doubt his own security.Unknown Number: Nicholas, you're slipping. You can't keep her safe forever.He a
Nicholas's grip tightened around his phone as he reread the messages. “You don't know how close we are.”He stared into his phone as the word reverberated in his ears. The statement was straightforward, but it was as if a knife had been driven into his heart.As he inhaled, his jaw tightened as he felt repressed wrath wanting to surface. This person wasn't merely making fun of him. It served as a warning. It was more like a statement. They were aware of her she was here. Could it be Adrian? Adrian don't bother using a burner phone. He texts him directly.Nicholas was aware he had so many people. He had killed a lot of people and he wouldn't be surprised if their loved ones goes out seeking revenge. He doesn't have time to think whether it was Adrian or not. Whoever it was. They are probably on their way by now Nicholas's first impulse was to summon his men and order everyone in the vicinity to return right away.However, he stopped himself. No. Adrian could not afford to alert his sold
Although the night was silent, his thoughts were not. Nicholas stood by the window. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, even though he barely took a sip out of it. Though his mind was centered on the darkness outside, his thoughts were else that was not here. They accompanied her. Alison.He sighed deeply, feeling that familiar weight in his chest—the one he had grown used to in the past days. This wasn’t meant to happen. She wasn't meant to be anything. Just a tool to be used. A reminder of Amelia, yes, but nothing more. But every day that passed, she became less of that reminder and more of… herself. He was frightened by that.She spoke to him as though he were a human who hadn't committed grievous sins, as though he was someone worth worrying about, and then she said, "I just don't want you to get hurt."Nicholas felt the burn through his throat as he gulped down the whiskey, calling his attention back to the present. He needed to wake up, remember who he was, what he had lost,
The times passed slowly and Alison busied herself sketching and painting. She took a moment to realize she was drawing him. Him. He has been in her mind these days. Like a force that refuses to leave. She wanted to rip it off.The painting was magnificent. His eyes. His gray eyes looked so enchanting. His sharp jaw. His eyes in the painting held a soothing softness. One she hasn't seen in his eyes.She hated it. She hated the fact she wanted to see this on his face when he looked at her. She hated the fact he was invading her thoughts. She hated the fact that she let her guard down even if it was only a little.This was dangerous and she knew it.By afternoon, Alison heard footsteps at the door. She was certain Nicholas had returned.She felt her heart skip a beat but it was not out of fear.She quickly hid her sketchbook, the last thing she wanted was for Nicholas to see the drawing and think she was obsessed with him or anything. She started to read an old book she found on a dusty
Alison sat down peacefully on the couch as Nicholas tended to her injury. He cleansed her ankle's wound with delicate, cautious hands.There was something softer in his countenance, despite the fact that his brows were wrinkled in concentration. It was something something she hadn’t seen before.She tried not to feel anything.But she did.The warmth of his touch. The faint smell of his cologne. The way his eyes flickered to hers every now and then, as if checking to see if she was okay.“You need to be more careful,” he muttered, his voice low. “Things could have gone worse.”“I can handle it,” she replied, though her voice was losing its usual sharpness. “It’s only a scratch.”“ Just a scratch, huh” he mocked, pretty sure he saw her limping.Nicholas looked up; their eyes briefly met for a moment, but it was enough for Alison's heart to be at faster. Neither of them spoke but everything unsaid seemed to hang in the air between them.But then, as always, Nicholas was the first to bre
Alison carried on like nothing happened.It was an accident. Nicholas was half asleep. He probably didn't remember anything. She had been stupid to let her guard down. Only one thing mattered —Survival.No matter how she tried to forget, she could still feel his warmth, his arms around it. She could still remember how his face looked so peaceful, so vulnerable. It was so unsettling to her. She shouldn't be thinking like that. She mustn't. When she entered the living room, Nicholas was already there sipping his coffee. He was back to his usual self—cold and distant. It was nothing like the pain in his eyes she saw last night. She was right, he probably didn't remember anything.“Training starts in ten,” he said, his voice sharp, sparing her a quick glance..Alison nodded quickly. “Got it.”Neither of them said anything. But the silence between them felt different. Not cruel. There was this tension in the air that Alison felt, she wasn't if he felt it too.The training was tense that d
Allison's life changed with just a brush stroke.She sat in her chair surrounded by a familiar chaos of unfinished canvases and splattered paint tubes in her small studio apartment. Her new project, Sunset View, half-finished, lay on the easel. She dipped her brush into a touch of pink and orange letting the colors bleed into each other. She smiled at her nearly finished creation. Painting was her only way of escaping reality. It was like freeing herself from the hard reality of life.But even it couldn't shield her from what happened next.A loud noise from outside distracted her. She ignored it and continued painting but the noise persisted. Curiosity filled her and she found herself walking to her open window.Below her apartment lay a dark alley, a kind of place people normally avoided in the nighttime. She saw a trashcan roll from the side. She traced her eyes in that direction, and she saw two men heavily tattooed, their hands holding the arms of a man kneeling before them with ...
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