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I focused on my scope. My eyes scanned throughout the five-star restaurant 1500 meters away. My breathing steadied as I focused on my target. He aligned perfectly with my sight. He was an unpleasant looking man. Overweight, silver hair, that kind of smile that makes your skin crawl. No surprise he was surrounded by trashy whores half his age. But what else can you expect from a gangster..
Now the question of the day: head shot? Or heart shot? That was always my biggest dilemma during my mission. I sighed and settled for the head. I held my breath to focus the shot, and pulled the trigger. His head physically exploded, sending blood flying all over the whores he was with as his lifeless body plopped to the floor. His security rushed to him, frantically trying to grasp what just happened. “Gotcha.” I chucked as my lips curved into a grin. I grabbed my sniper rifle, my trusty McMillan Tac-50, and started packing it up. I dismantled my weapon in record time, and dusted myself off. I reached into my pants pocket, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I hit the bottom of the box three times, before opening it and sliding one out. I lifted it to my mouth as I hummed Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra. A Fucking classic. I slid the box back into my pocket, grabbed my rifle, and made my way downstairs. The vantage point I picked was an old warehouse building about a mile away. Still humming, I quickly descended 5 flights of stairs to the abandoned building. Sirens screamed in the distance, knowing they were cleaning up the mess I made. I smiled in satisfaction as I took another drag of my cigarette. The vibration of my phone snapped me back to reality. Biting my cigarette, I dug through my bag trying to find that annoying device “What?” I answered, more like mumbled because I was still holding the cigarette between my teeth “Is he taken care of?” The cold voice asked “Yup.” I said popping the p obnoxiously. I know how much he hates that. “Good job Grey. We’ll see you at the safe house.” “Alright, see you soon,” I said as I hung up. I took a step forward only to see an object flying towards me. Reacting quickly, I ducked and examined the wall behind me. A very large knife was sticking out of the shadows. He took a step forward into the light, confirming my assumption. Still half cloaked in darkness, I saw a pair of expensive loafers, and a nice looking suit. His Armani suit fits his figure perfectly. He was wearing a white dress shirt tucked in with a few buttons undone, showing his intricately designed tattoos on his neck. He was about 6’2 or 6’4. He had a lean muscular physique. “What a pleasure running into you, Ace.” I said with sarcasm dripping off every word. His name coming out of my mouth tasted like poison. I stood and leaned against the wall as I took a long drag of my cigarette. He grinned a perfect smile at me as he stepped forward again, slowly closing the space between us.” It will be more pleasurable once you stop breathing.” He yelled as he lunged towards me. I flicked my cigarette at his face and quickly grabbed his arm and swung it around so it was painfully pushed against his back. I got on my toes to reach his ear. “Maybe your uncle can teach you how to treat a lady properly, oh wait, that’s right. He can’t.” I laughed, my lips brushing his ear. “Because I just killed him.” Ace used his free hand to push off the wall and knock me off balance. He grabs the knife sticking out of the wall and swings it towards me. I ducked, narrowly escaping the blade. I have to give it to him, he’s one fast fucker. He quickly jabs at me. Dodging a bit too late as it grazes my arm. He throws a left hook with his other hand causing me to fall to the ground. He jumps on top of me and straddles me. He grips my neck with his large hand and starts increasing the pressure, cutting off my air. He raises the knife in his other hand and he looks down at me smiling. “Awww come on Grey. I thought you’d put up more of a fight. “He smirked tracing my face lightly with his knife. “Fuck Y...o...u.” I breathed out as I bucked my hips causing him to lose his balance and tumble over. I hit his wrist, and skillfully took the knife from him. I swung my leg over him, straddling him as I placed the knife to his neck. “if you wanted to ride me all you had to do was ask.“ He said smirking. “Get over yourself.” I said coldly. I increased the pressure on his neck, causing blood to drip out. His demeanor didn’t change, he held onto his fearless expression as he looked me in the eyes. Just as I was about to slit his neck, I was caught off guard by the sirens blaring outside the warehouse. “Come out with your hand up!” A cop yelled through the speaker. I looked down at Ace to see his eyebrows raised in amusement.” It wouldn’t look too good for you to come out covered In my blood, now would it darling?” He said with a stupid smirk plastered on his face. I slowly raised myself off of him, with the knife still pointed towards his neck. He stood up and stared backing away, chuckling to himself. “Next time, you won’t be so lucky fucker.” I said with the knife still raised. “Until next time, Grey.” He winked as he disappeared into the darkness.“Did you grab food?” My wife said as I got in the car, bouncing excitedly in the passenger seat. “Did I grab the food?” I said playfully as I held up all her favorite and disgusting food she’s been craving for the past month. “God you’re the best.” She said as she snatched the peanut butter and Oreos out of my hand before I started the car and drove to the private airfields. I fell asleep for most of the flight, and woke up to the somber memory of all four of us laughing on our way to Colombia before both of them jumped out of the plane. Well, my brother willingly jumped out. I looked out the window at the tarmac and the surrounding buildings as we landed smoothly. I looked over at my wife, and gently nudged her shoulder to wake her up. “We’re here love. Come on.” I said as I gave her a slight smile. We exited the jet, and I got into the driver’s seat of the black Range Rover that waited for us and drove towards the shore. The beautiful and lush countryside was gorgeous, and I m
***ROMANO’S POV *** 4 weeks later*** We watched as my brother’s coffin was lowered into the ground. My father held my mother as she was crying hysterically, and to my surprise, even the Grey’s were crying over the loss of Ace. Allegra's coffin was buried on the other side of the field, something I know they’d absolutely protest against. I know that they’d want to be buried side by side, hell they’d even be buried in the same coffin if they could. But I kept my mouth shut and my opinions to myself as I watched the rest of the ceremony with my wife by my side. After Ace and Allegra went down to stop Moskov, the Russians grabbed the family members and dragged us down to the basement on a private elevator. Alice wasn’t a blood relative, so she was left behind. Luckily for me, my wife is a total badass, and practically killed all the Russian members at the venue herself. She found the explosives, and she and the members snuck down to the basement, and rigged them to the bottom of the s
Fuck! Fuck! Fucking Fuck Me!!!! My heart was racing as we pulled up to the estate, both from anger, excitement, anxiety, and fear. I was going to see Ace after 5 months! A part of me wanted to run into his arms, while the other part wanted to slit his neck. As the car stopped, my excitement quickly morphed into anger and sadness. He didn’t want to see me. He didn’t miss me. If he did, he would have written, he would have tried, he would have done something, anything. I needed closure. I needed to know why he completely disappeared from my life like a vapor vanishing in the wind. I needed a freaking explanation, a good one. I stepped out of the car and took a deep breath. I slowly walked up the steps to the house and opened the massive double doors. I opened the doors to see Alice running towards me with a huge smile plastered across her face. She embraced me with so much force, I had to stumble backwards in order to prevent falling on the marble floor. “ALLEGRA! Fuck I’ve missed
For the past 5 weeks that he’s been absent from my life, I was starting to think something happened to him, but it was rather unlikely considering he’s one of the best assassins in the world. He was one hard fucker to kill, and if he was alive… that means he forgot about me… avoided me on purpose. At first, I was a complete and total mess, drinking every night until I couldn’t feel the pain in my chest anymore. But after 2 weeks, I broke beyond the point of no return. I was numb, comfortably numb, and I embraced the familiar feeling with open arms. It was all a lie, all of his words, the sweet nothings he’d whisper in my ear, the promises, everything was a fucking lie. If he meant what he said, he wouldn’t have given up so easily on us because there was just a few thousand miles between us. He just… gave up. I was sent on a recon mission, to strictly gather information and to not engage in any combat unless absolutely necessary. But since Ace vanished from my life, I went on a damn
It’s been 155 days since I’ve arrived in this frozen shithole. I’m not sure whether it’s the constant snowfall, or my aching heart, but time seems to move unbearably slow here. When I first arrived here, things weren’t as bad as I thought it would be. Ace blew up my phone 24/7, our conversations usually consisted of him telling me how much he loved me following a heated discussion consisting of me convincing him to not take the first flight down to Samara and bring me back home. Some nights were impeccable. We talked for hours at a time as the sun rose in Russia, and the moon lit up the sky in New York. No matter how uneventful or dull my day was, I was always excited to go back to my hotel room because I knew Ace would be calling. But as Issac Newton so eloquently described, with every action, there is equal or opposite reaction, some days were less desirable than others. The belligerent calls were an obvious indication that the distance was driving a wedge between us. Russia was
“I can’t wait to take you to Italy, Amore. I can’t believe you’ve never been there!” He said as looked at me with excitement in his grey eyes. “It’s amazing, greatest culture, art, food, wine, you’d absolutely love it there baby.” Ace talked about his home with so much enthusiasm, it was like he was a kid on Christmas, and it was absolutely adorable. “Can you blame me? It’s forbidde, De Luca territory. I’d be killed before I even crossed the border.” I chucked as I took another sip of my wine. It took a moment for my words to process in my mind, and a somber feeling spread throughout my body at the fact that I’d never be able to experience it with him. I could tell he was thinking the same as his smile slowly faded, and was sat in silence. “Ace, how long do you think we can keep this up?” I asked quietly after a few moments. “What do you mean babygirl?” He asked with his eyebrows furrowed. “Us. How long can we continue keeping this a secret. I said as I took another sip of my win
*** ACE’S POV *** We searched for hours around the hotel, every single floor, and still no trace of her. We spent so much time trying to find Allegra to no avail and time was closing in on us. I stood at my place in the altar, as the soft music played and my anxiety skyrocketed. The altar was on
“Once Victoria marries Ace, she’ll have the power to take over the Italian Mafia if anything happens to him. Every family member will be attending this wedding, and we’ve lined the entire venue with bombs, and once the happy couple says ‘I Do’, BOOM!” Blake says as he exaggerated the explosion usi
I quickly put my phone in my pocket as I walked into my designated room alone. I scowled at all the corny wedding decorations. On a table was a white box with red ribbon on it, labeled for me. I opened it carelessly, ripping the box to reveal a scrapbook containing dozens of pornographic pictures
** ACE DE LUCA’S POV ** “Sir, Sir… you have to wake up. You can’t sleep here.” A voice called out as I felt someone nudging my shoulder. Out of instinct, I immediately rolled to my feet. I held my hands up, preparing myself for a fight, as I looked around in a daze. “Damn boy, you’re like a tatt







