All Chapters of The Mafia Assassin : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The days went on like that.The training became part of their routine— early morning before the sun rose. Alison felt her body ache. Nicholas pushed her and trained her intensely. He was always calm though. She could tell she had improved in her fighting. He was always guiding her every movementThings were different.He was different.His coldness was still there, but she felt like he had softened a bit. Even though it was just the slightest.He was trying her insane.She couldn't figure him out and that made her a bit annoyed. She was quite good at figuring people out. And Nicholas was a complicated case.He acted as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't seen the pictures, read the journal, or known who Amelia was, and made him react that way. Alison had chosen to forget about it even if it hurt her sometimes.In the moments when he thought she wasn't looking, Alison could feel his eyes on her face as he watched her.The constant reminder.She looked like her.And no matter how

Nicholas's eyes fluttered open. He felt so much at ease. He hasn't slept well for some time. The faint light of the morning sun crept into the rooms through the curtains.He was still a little sleepy but he suddenly became aware of the warmth pressed against him.Alison.His arm was wrapped around her, holding her close as though she belonged there.For a brief second, he didn’t move. He just stared at her.He tried recollecting anything that happened last night but he couldn't.Her face was a few inches away from his. She looked so peaceful he didn't want to wake her up. As she slept, her lips were slightly parted, and each breath caused her chest to rise and fall. Her hair fell in strands across her face, and Nicholas thoughtlessly swept them away with his fingers. His touch was light—careful—as if afraid he might wake her.And in that moment, he felt it again.That ache. That familiar torment.She looked like her.But she wasn’t.He knew it, yet his heart still twisted painfully in

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

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,

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