My skin is warm. I wake up to the sunlight beaming on my back and the wooden floor beneath me. I adjust my sight and slowly sit myself up, my palms faced on the wooden floor supporting me. Drained, I search for the digital clock upon my nightstand: 2 in the afternoon.

I wipe my eyes and eventually come to a stand. I need to do something - anything to take my mind off of what I saw between who was once my fiancé and another woman

As if on cue to distract me, the doorbell downstairs sounds. Combing a hand through my hair, I pace downstairs to answer the door. I glance down on my way- lucky before I passed out asleep I didn't change into my pajamas, considering it was midday, and I was still wear a pair of skinny jeans and a flannel shirt. I would expect to be so careless, due to Joseph being gone and the drainage it resulted in me when I woke, but I check myself anyway. I won't become one of the woman who feel broken after a break up.

My hand grips the door handle and pull it open without a thought of who it could be - never minding the gangster who now stand on the doorstep. I tense when his green eyes meet mine. "Pleasure seeing you again, doll." A grin play about on his lips.

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We stand in the kitchen, a glass of wine in my hands. The gangster stand across from me on the other side of the kitchen island. He stands with his hands folded over the granite countertop, his lips tug upward. "Do you know why I'm here?" He asked me. I shake my head.

"Chris." He adds a grin. "My boy you saved, his name is Chris. Now I don't usually do this this but..." he looks down before licking his lips, "thank you." He leans over the counter, drawing near me. He stares deeply into my eyes a moment. "You still participating?"

My brows raise at his question. "In working for you? You're a..." I pause, searching his eyes. A psycho, a person who threatened me, a person who broke into my house to bring in dying Chris... say it, Y/n! Just tell him.

Somehow, in some way, Joseph comes to mind. I remember the adrenaline I contained when I went after the woman in my silky bed sheets, the anger that surged within my body when I looked into the betraying eyes of ask Jack. And I'm lulled back into reality; the gangster asking me if I'm in or not.

I blink, bringing up the glass of wine to my mouth. His gaze still searches my own for a response. I take a sip, my gaze never leaving his, and swallow. "Yes." I breathe. I watch him stand up straight up, before sending a nod. Then, he turn r I walk away.

I stand there for a moment, and then I watch his back. I sigh and close my eyes a moment. "Wait." I stop him, and open my eyes to see him standing still across the room. I swallow, hard. He stands there with his back still facing me, I don't see his face. And my stained red lips part. "What's your name," I ask him boldly.

Watching the man turn around, his green irises latch onto my observant pair. He looks down to the floor a moment, and I see him lick his lips. "Five." He states, finally. His light green eyes flick up to mine - and his lip twitch.

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I apologize for the short chapter. I am committed to write much more in the next previous chapter. I appreciate you all still for reading my book. Thank you so much!!! 🖤😇

Question of the day ;)

Which Five Hargreeves outfit do you like throughout all the seasons?

(Mine) As much as I love all his outfits, the Umbrella Academy uniform has got to be my number one. He looks so cute and so young when he wears it :)