Alex's Pov Everything irritated me. The hotdogs didn't taste as good as I would've loved them to. I hated it here. The cabin was so boring. It wasn't like I'd had many activities in my life before but at least it wasn't this drab, God! This all felt surreal. Odd. Luca was being odd. And that unsettled me more than anything. Things were simpler, my emotions easier to process when he was being his normal intimidating asshole self. When I knew what to expect. With this new and guilty version, I was left confused. Holding onto anger became harder. And I hated it. It didn't help that there was nothing else to do here to take my mind off things. Reception was out again and all that was left for entertainment were books. I could leave. I threatened to, didn't I? But I didn't really know if it was a good idea to go back yet. And what I would be going back to. School of course. I had been trying not to think of all the classes and possibly tests I was missing. My grades would tak
Luca''s Pov I watched him leave. I walked over to the monitors to make sure he was well and truly gone before I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Too many screw ups. Too many mistakes. I would keep calling his bluff and acting unbothered but I knew he was right. Hell, if I were in his shoes or Moreau's, I would've trimmed myself a while ago. I was being given too many opportunities to redeem myself and I kept wasting them. For what? I stared at the red flash drive. There was no marking on it and I hadn't the slightest idea what it might contain. A little incentive, he said. A feeling of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. What if the scene between Ryan and I had been taped. It had been days and I had been waiting for the blowback but it never came. Ryan belonged to something shady. I was almost sure of it. The house he lived in. The people he lived with. The details Sage and I dug up about Andy O'Hanlan. It all pointed to Ryan being affiliate
Luca's Pov He hated me now. And hell I deserved it didn't I? The problem wasn't with admitting whether or not I deserved his hate. The problem was why the fuck did I care. I stood in the kitchen doorway until I heard his door slam shut. I'd painstakingly prepared breakfast that morning. Stupid move seeing as he didn't eat the soup from the previous night but I was at a loss for what to do. Maybe he didn't like chicken soup? Maybe breakfast was more up his alley? Fuck I was being such a ninny. I stormed back to my room. There were more important things to think about. To do. I was neglecting the mission. It was the whole reason I was here in goddam Rhode Island. There were high stakes riding on this. I could handle my feelings for Alex later. That's if he wasn't serious about leaving. He can't have been serious. Where would he go? And how? I couldn't let him leave. I couldn't imagine a day without him in my life anymore. Silent treatment was fine as long as I knew he was
Alex's Pov Breakfast was served when my eyes cracked open. I know because much like the chicken soup, I could smell the aroma of freshly made pancakes and hotdogs. The door was locked so Luca hadn't been able to serve it in here. But I had a feeling he'd left it right outside my door. I opened the door gently and sure enough, there it was. Pancakes and hotdogs. Still steaming hot. A glass of orange juice, some blueberries and a sliced banana. All arranged neatly on a breakfast tray placed on a small table by the door. A part of me smiled giddily. The part of me that still wanted him. The part of me I was done giving any attention to. I ignored the heavenly smell of the perfectly fluffy pancakes and greasy hotdogs. I didn't attempt to flush them down the drain this time, simply walked past it and headed for the kitchen. I needed something quick to eat. Like peanut butter and bread but more substantial. And I needed to grab it and retreat behind the closed doors of my room
Alex's Pov I tossed and turned all through the night, not being able to find sleep. There was too much going on in my head to fall asleep. Try as hard as I could, I couldn't stop the memories from pouring in. They came in waves. Not just about Matthew but everything else. Everything about my home. My family. There were memories of random days and things. Like James first Catapult, Dad sitting on the porch complaining about the heat, Mum laughing at some daytime show on the TV… There were the funny memories, like Sydney's irritated face at her dance recital right before she folded her hands and refused to participate any longer right there on stage in front of the whole school, James cracking a mean joke about chickens barely five minutes before being chased by one, Mum opening a bag of flour wrong and getting the white powder all over her face and hair…. But beneath all of those were the painful ones. The ones I was desperately trying not to think about. The ones with
Luca's pov His door stayed closed. I heard the lock click into place a few minutes earlier. He wasn't coming out any time soon. I'd put in so much care into that soup. Prepared it just how Dara had taught me to. Alex didn't need soup right now. I knew that. But I didn't know what else to do. Or if I was to do anything. Back in the office, I stared at the Xed out photos on the desk. Particularly the one of Matthew Reinhart. Alex's first love. I couldn't remember a lot of my kills. They all blended into one another eventually. But this one, I remembered like it was yesterday. Not because it was my first. It wasn't. But Matthew had been my first innocent. I remembered the frantic look in his eyes. He didn't know anything about what was going on. He was an unwilling pawn in a twisted game. He didn't deserve to die. But my orders had been clear. It was my first big mission. I couldn't fail. To disappoint Monroe was unthinkable at the time. So I'd done it. I pulled the trig