Here is another Academy fanfic if you want recommendations, it's called 'College Life' by AcademyPrincess. It's complete and a great story. There is also the second book in the series, 'A Cold Winter: A College Life Story' by AcademyPrincess obviously. It's also complete, but we are waiting on a third book to finish things out though I don't know if we will ever get it.

Sang

I am feeling quite proud of the fact I managed to get out of that sticky situation. James looked so pissed when Angel Eyes showed up. I am currently relaxing from my position on Owen's back, I'm too lazy to actually walk anymore. Can you blame me? My back hurts, and I just did too much running.

For once, I felt hopeful that I was out of this shit show. Boss and his people were dead, so for Don, I was too. I could run from here. Maybe head to France and Europe, I could start a new life without the worries of my past for the first time in my entire life. It was new, this feeling of safety and security. I like this feeling, not having to worry about someone attacking me.

Everyone was joking and I chose that moment to lift my head in order to watch the hospital. Some habits never die. And I was glad I did. There was a man from my past who was more dangerous than Boss and Step-Bitch combined. I tensed up and gathered my legs underneath me, getting ready to run. Owen and his brothers were approaching this man with familiarity. He hadn't spotted me yet, that was good, but I still had no weapons.

That's what I was forgetting! James and Marcus kept my guns! Shit, I'm going to have to get that later, but right now I am fucked. This is why I like travelling armed to the teeth. Fate seems to be a cruel bitch with a vendetta against me. 

I look beyond him, this enemy, to see someone else from my past. Apparently, it's a get together party from the shitty parts of my past. There are the two men from the Diner, but two of the others, they will help. The last one of the five is an unknown variable. But I need an out and the two holding hands were it. As the threat came to greet Owen and his brothers, I pushed off his shoulder and managed a flip in the air. Thank god for high ceilings, I could feel Sugar Lips' confusion, but I needed to get away from this threat in order to terminate it. 

My Russian friend recognized me as I landed on his shoulder lightly, "Маленький ассасин!" (Little assassin!)

I quickly yelled at him, "Russian, оружие!" (Gun!) and he delivered, handing me one of his weapons with a trust I probably didn't deserve.

I slid down his back before stopping myself and turning in order to face this threat to my family. Using Russian's shoulder, I braced myself and aimed his gun right at this threat's head. I wouldn't miss, not again. This man had to be taken care of for me to survive. However, Don would be after me if this man died. It's a risk I have to take. 

All of this happened within 5 seconds. My Owen and his brothers seemed confused about what was happening. I know that Russian's apparent brothers were disturbed by these events as well. Russian's lover boy was protecting my back. 

After all, they owe me their lives.

The threat turned towards me and practically yelled, "What is going on?"

I didn't answer, but my Angel Eyes tried to take a step towards me, "Darling, why are you pointing a gun at Mr. Buble?"

I kept my answer short, "For me to live, he needs to die."

Russian's brother, the one who looks like he came straight from the movie Pocahontas, questioned him, "Raven, what are you doing? How do you know this bird?"

I felt him try to approach me and yank me off Russian's back but Lover Boy stopped him, "I'm sorry, Axel, but I can't let you do that."

"Corey?" I think this was Other-Twin who spoke. "What are you doing?"

Russian briefly growled out, "A life for a life."

Owen called out to get my attention, "If you kill him, the Academy won't forgive you and we can't be together. Please."

I felt my heart break, "If this man is Academy, then all is lost anyways."

Gabe stepped up, "Trouble, why the fuck do you think this man is dangerous? Mr. Buble is an asshole who's been with the Academy for over forty years."

Kota offered a solution, "Is there something to convince you that Mr. Buble isn't the man you think he is?"

I think back to my last punishment administered by this man before answering, "Can he tell me where he was, one year ago, March 8th?"

Mr. Buble replied immediately, "I was in this hospital after getting shot while assisting another Team at the Academy."

He wasn't lying, I was sure of that. But his identical twin had been in the room with me at the base on the other side of the United States, punishing me for my failure in a mission. Who is he? I slid off the back of Russian whose name is apparently Raven and handed him back his gun before running back over to Owen. At least, I know that Angel Eyes wouldn't betray me and I needed the comfort he brought.

This Mr. Buble was from the painful parts of my life that I hoped never to have to deal with again. But karma appears to be a bitch like Fate and has a hatred for me too. Can't my life ever be simple? Does the world hate me?

Owen's arms were open to hug me close with a quick kiss to my temple, "Shh, you're okay, darling. We're fine."

Our moment was interrupted by a very mad stranger, "What is the meaning of this, Mr. Blackbourne?"

My Sugar Lips answered with a short answer, "Nothing you need to worry about, just PTSD, Mr. Buble."

The man who seems to be Mr. Buble huffed, "That didn't seem like nothing. That bird in the mask threatened my life. Where was she trained?"

I burrowed my head deeper into Owen's arms, reality was hitting me hard. Don would always come after me and I would never be free. My Owen was talking with Mr. Buble who seemed to get even madder as the conversation continued. I took a deep breath to calm down. My Owen needed me and I needed to get it together. 

I turned around to be able to see Mr. Buble and stay in Owen's arms, "I apologize for my actions. It appears you have a doppelganger who I knew and was a threat to me. You are so similar that I acted instinctively."

Mr. Buble instead of being reassured by my words simply turned paler and paler. As soon as I finished, he walked towards me and tried to reach for me. I instinctively flinched back and Owen stepped in front of me. I was grateful because all of my nerves have been fried and I quite literally feel a panic attack coming. I needed out of here and fast.

Owen glared at Mr. Buble, "What do you think you are doing?"

He seemed to get more desperate, "I need to know, I want my brother."

With those words, everyone froze. Raven, Lover Boy, and their brothers were still there, but it is rather awkward for them due to their minimal involvement. I could feel the rest of my boys behind me, silent supporters which is what I need right now. I needed to wrap my head around the fact that one of my tormentors had a brother who worked with my boyfriend. The world is out to get me . . .

Owen frowned, "What do you mean?"

Mr. Buble pulled himself together, "I had a younger brother who ran away when we were younger as our home situation as difficult. We were always told as youngsters that we looked more like twins than simple brothers. This bird seems to know him."

I pushed past North and Silas who at one point had put themselves between me and Mr. Buble, "If what you say is true, then your 'brother' is cared for and his every wish obeyed."

He looked confused, "I don't understand what you are saying."

I say bitterly, "Your brother is a Prince in my world. He is fine, his every sadistic need fulfilled."

Mr. Buble seems to have issues understanding the truth, "What are you telling me, bird?"

I lean against the wall, "I cannot tell you too much. I can tell you that if the man I know is your brother, then you are never seeing him again unless you get captured by some very bad people or become a criminal."

This older man doesn't take the news well, "My brother is with the criminals."

I chuckle darkly, "Your brother is the little prince of criminals. He is safe because anyone who wants to hurt him will die. I should know more than most."

Mr. Buble stumbles a little bit, "Come to my office, this conversation is better finished in private."

I call out to the other group, "Russian and Lover Boy, once this is done, I will find you and explain things to your brothers."

They nod back and Russian says, "Good luck, маленький убийца!" (little assassin!)

I hear another of their brothers ask, "What the fuck was that?"

As we walk towards Mr. Buble office, Owen comes over to me and whispers in my ear, "You have some explaining to do. You can't do things like this any more."

His hot breath on my ear made me shudder and Owen's smirk shows how aware he is about how he effects me. North walks next to me after, "How do you know Crow?"

I frown, "Crow?"

He sighs, "The Russian!"

I shrug, "Later."

Soon enough, we arrive at Mr. Buble's office. It's pretty big in fact. It had to be to fit eleven people in it comfortably. Owen sat down first and I put myself down on his lap right after. He's a comfy seat and pillow on occasion, just one of his many talents. Mr. Buble sighed loudly as he sat down himself at his desk as Owen and I were seated across from him. The others didn't have a seat but Kota who sat next to us because there is only two seats.

Owen cleared his throat to get everyone's attention, "Mr. Buble, you brought us here promising us answers. Now is a good time to start." I mean technically he didn't promise us anything, but I decide to have Owen take the lead.

Mr. Buble leaned back on his chair, "Call me Arthur."

I sat up, "Well, Arthur, before I can tell you anything, I need more information from you."

He sighed and slumped in his chair, "All of this starts a long time ago when I was 16 years old. Our mother had died and our father hadn't taken it very well. My brother, Edwin, was only 6 years old at the time. I had taken on a job to support our family as our father had turned to alcohol to deal with his grief. What I didn't know was that when I was working our father would hurt my brother. I didn't know until he ran away and my father began to take out his anger on me. It didn't last long as one of my neighbors had been friends with the creators of the Academy and got me out of there. My father went to prison and I joined the Academy to search for Edwin. I never found anything."

I ask, "How old are you now? I just want to make sure that we are talking about the same guy."

Arthur told me, "I just turned 58 years old a month ago which would make Edwin 48."

I nod, "I know what it's like to lose someone you consider a sibling and never know if they are okay or not. It's for that reason that I am willing to tell you this information. However, this reveals some other sensitive stuff about me that I like to keep hidden. Whatever I say in this room cannot be repeated outside of it. Do you accept these terms?"

He leaned forward on his chair, "Yes. Where is my brother?"

I lean back more on Owen who is rubbing my back in a comforting manner, "Your brother currently is the lover of the head of the Albanian Mob in the US."

"What?" practically yelled Arthur.

I accidentally flinched backwards and Owen gave him a hard glare, "I would be careful, Mr. Buble."

He looked apolgetic, "Sorry, this is hard for me. Are you sure?"

I nod, "You two are like carbon copies of each other except for the fact he looks like 20 years younger. I mean I swear he only looks 30, but it makes sense as Don is rather old yet looks young."

Arthur frowns, "Whose Don?"

"It's my name for the head of the Mob."

"How close are you to be able to call him that?"

"Too damn close for comfort."

Arthur was about to keep questioning me, but Owen stepped in, "Watch it, you need her, not the other way around."

He groaned, "I apologize. I've just been searching for Edwin for more than 35 years. Could I see him again?"

I let out a grim chuckle, "You wouldn't want to. I know first hand that you won't like the person he became."

Arthur seemed to get mad, "Why wouldn't I? He's my family!"

I explode, "Because he enjoys torturing people! Because he likes killing people the most painful way possible! Because he managed to get the loyalty of one of the most sadistic assassins in the world who acts like a puppy around him! Because he's the one who gave me most of my scars when I failed!"

Owen whispers in my ear, "Shush darling, you're not there anymore."

Arthur seemed taken aback, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

I shake my head, "It's fine. Either way, I couldn't get you there if you wished to leave again. For all the Don knows, I am dead and I intend to keep it that way."

He asks, "Do you mind if I ask how you got into that organization? You don't seem to be the person to do that."

I nod, "It's fine. I was an assassin. I didn't have a choice and I was good at what I did. And remember if you ever want to tell anyone what I told you, you will have Don and your brother down on your neck to kill you. But I promise you that they will never find your body when I'm through with you."

He shivers slightly, "Understood. I thank you for sharing as much as you did today. It isn't a habit many people like you have."

I give him a lop-sided smirk, "There's a reason why I'm not usually allowed to interact with many people." It's true. Don figured out quickly that despite the fact I kill on a daily basis, my heart is soft which means that I often will fall for a sob story or other. He put in some rules after he had to clean up one too many of my messes. Of course, those rules didn't follow me over to Boss' place which led to his death.

Mr. Buble, "Now that, we have spoken. The Toma Team had seemed anxious to speak to you."

The smirk I had slid off my face, "Shit."

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