ALESSANDRO'S POV

I didn't need to think twice, I didn't have to stand another second without telling her.

I stormed out of my grandparents house, with no words, with no goodbyes. I couldn't believe what they're asking me, I couldn't believe that a day into my messed up life came and they asked me to hand my place and self down.

I wonder if they all know, if they knew all along and decided to let my grandparents speak the sweet news sienne I wouldn't pull a bullet between their eyes. Now I get it, why they all came, why they didn't roll me to prepare, they're not here for support and to stand by our side, they're here to overpower me and time this war, rule my mafia and men.

He brainwashed them, he probably told them how he could take over again, how he can rise and put an end to this, how he's so full of shit, it will take my own souls to slightly get to my mafia, my seven years of leadership. He's delusional enough to think he will be able to get through me.

He may have convinced my grandparents, he may have convinced all of his men and even my father, but if I have to fight for my life alone, I will do it.

I would do it over and over again. If they all turn on me, demanding a war from around the entire world, I will step in, I will take lives and they will drop a lot. Even if I lose in the end, I would rather die fighting with my last breath than to hand any of them myself.

They're fools, they're arranging and have a pitiful mind to persuade them into owning this universe in the palm of their hands when they barely are able to gain respect from their soldiers without threats.

"You lose" Akila's voice rang into my head, spinning and buried deeper. I can't seem to get any of it figured out, I can't seem to set my mind on one thing and advance, there's so many, there's too many.

What we are doing, the step we're taking is not simple, it's not a piece of cake we can pull easily. We are planning death, we are planning the betrayals nd murder of history, of people who lives longer than us, people who have been in business long before we existed. It's only the two of us, her and I. It's two against the world, it's two against the greatest leaders, it's he against our families.

It's not scary, it's not frightening nor hesitation but it's ambitious and uneasy. Everyone will be after us, friends and relatives, enemies and assassins hungry for blood. We are the most wanted souls walking on this earth, we are the most hated and wanted dead.

Our power turned the closet against us, our fire burned the hearts of those who crave lives, our success broke those who remain a million steps behind. It's killing them, it's growing under their skin and it's pushing them to act. Now they're all hiding from fear and losing themselves but once the world knows what occurred, it will shift, they will have the courage to face us, to hop j to the ring and stand in position. 

We are not weak, we are not unarmed as if those idiots can take us down. Yet, in the end we are two in front of endless thousands, it's two up to the rest of the world.

I let my lungs breathe in and out, I need to talk with Akila, yes. We will solve this out together, we are a team and partners for a reason, a reason so dear and close to my heart. For a reason like this and I can  trust her with any choice she makes. I trust and value her words so much I would make hers happen before mine. Hell, I would throw all my ideas out of the window if she wants something else.

Between the two of us, she's the planner, she's the smart fox who sneaks in silence, who breaks in and destroys with no effort, absolutely and completely effortlessly it makes me feel like nothing.

I found myself signing, remembering the times I was so impressed by her and called it amazement. What an idiot.

I can't blame myself though, I never would have expected that one day I would end up here, end up with her and chasing for our lives. I always thought it was an innocent alliance, a dangerous woman I should have limits with when we only broke down those rules, driving innocence far away from us.

We failed badly, we didn't stick to the plan and wind up here. It's crazy to think about it. Eight months ago I had just visited her house and she accepted my offer. Four years ago I met her for the time under the dark sky, I didn't get to see her face nor eyes yet she pulled me, she pulled me so hard until she got me.

I used to sit down in my office, my mind rotating and thought running everywhere making a huge mess of how to get her, how to know and learn about her while she knew everything, while she watched me for years and waited for the right moment to crash into my life and change it forever.

Although she's the one who did all of this, she didn't expect to end up here either. She may have predicted and was right about our journey, but someone didn't predict falling in love.

I caught a smile creeping up my dumbass face, my heart rushed into his sudden feeling of warmth. How is this even possible, we have men and women from around the entire globe lined up to kill us and I'm sitting here telling myself we're in love. How is any of this possible.

It's a magical tail merged with a sick twist, our own little relationship then comes the chaos with it. I guess you can't have everything.

That doesn't matter to me, as long as I'm next to her, as long as she's the one I'm fighting and dying for then nothing in this wild world could stop me from loving her. Even if we're going through hell, even if the whole human race is after us, even if I die in the end, I will rest and let my soul fly away knowing that I sacrificed everything , I did everything in my power for the one I love, for the only women I laid eyes on and couldn't take them off, for the only woman who snatched my heart and kept it near her, the only woman I would every time, unconditionally die for.

It elevates me to do this with no one but her yet it saddens and angers me she has to go through this. She deserved so much, so much more than starting a new day and ending an old one aware of the hatred roaming her, the consciousness of people wanting you dead since the first glance you took around this land. It pushes me, it drives me to do things, to ruin them and turn into a sociopath if I'm not one already.

Our life so include murder, do include blood and death but we never kill innocent. Us, my men and mafia, we never fight those who got kicked out of their homes as a child, we don't touch those who did wrong with a pure heart. We kill those who wronged us, the ones with filthy minds and disgusting actions. We take rapists and abysses off this world because the law can't do it, because everyone has gotten drained and weak to fight back, to revenge and win. They've all given up on life and themselves. Nothing is easy, nothing will ever be easy. Life is hard and it is tough. It teaches us, it educates us and makes us feel and regret, it makes you a person.

Sometimes you have to accept your faith and go through it, deal with it and pass it. We are equal whether you're rich or poor, we all come from flesh and bones, we are one with different stories, different plot twists yet similar in one way. Our feelings, our emotions can be shared with many, with separate experiences. You could be happy or sad about something and the person longing you is feeling you, is battling the same ache yet in an utterly disparate situation. Only if we understand one another and mind our business, this world would live happily ever after.

My heart started pounding against my chest, my hands growing sweaty and my body tense. I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous. I'm not scared, I'm just unsure of what's to become, what to espèce, what to expect for her.

I have no idea how she will take in the news, how she will react and what would be her first act. No matter how much I discover about her every day, there will always, always be more.

A complete mystery about her. She's not hiding anything from me, I know that. But I also know there's a lot left in there, there's more to the girl who had to run, run and survive for her whole life.

Akila is no lie less on the social skills side, it's not that she can't communicate and make conversations, in fact, I found out she's really enjoyable to talk to. I'm not just saying that because I love everything she does, she truly is light—hearted to listen to her ramble about things she hates and the very few things she likes aside from herself, and me.

The thought calmed my nerves for a moment, allowing me to realize the tension in the air. She's intelligent and very strongly opinionated, she got her own mindset, she used her mind like no one else. It's too much for normal people, she's too much for them to handle. She chooses not to have friends, she chooses to turn down any contact with whoever because she doesn't believe in them.

Akila doesn't believe in friendships, she stubbornly believes they're a waste of time and her time is worth so much more than to waste on temporary things.

It's Akila, she doesn't care about having loving and loyal best friends, she doesn't care if you need help or advice, she cares about benefiting her living and work. She lives and cares for herself and herself only.

She says friends bring you up and grab you down. They support you, bringing all this joy and the feeling of being loved and once they're gone, they grab you to the ground with the happiness they've given you. They don't last, they don't stay and live by your side every single second of the day. Yes, they may know everything about you, you may confess to one another your deepest darkest secrets but once they're out of your life, you fall. So why would I do such a thing, no one will ever understand in a billion years what I had to go through, what I had to stay up all night reliving, re feeling the pain burning down my skin when it ended. They will never be someone always there whenever you need them, but you know who will? Me.

Her words were so powerful, I almost kicked out everyone in the house and isolated myself entirely. She also told me one more thing, she fell in love and shared valuable information with me. She took the risk and she's watching, she's observing and taking notes of that decision. It's new to her, all of it is unknown, the feelings, the affection, the trust, all of it. She experiences and learns, she still stands her ground and didn't change her mind about friendships and relationships. She still claims they're pathetic and useless but since she can kill me any time she wishes if I do something wrong, then it's okay to let me slide into her heart and stay there for a little longer.

She has power over me, she can overrule me every second of the day. I'm not complaining, I'm never complaining. I'm just sitting there enjoying myself looking at her control me, it makes an uncontrollable smile curl the hell out of my lips.

I let out a loud sigh, parking my car and preparing myself for this. I walked in the house, I heard a couple of voices speaking but that wasn't my target. I kept walking until they noticed my presence. I didn't acknowledge them and went up the stairs. My guts are eager, my thoughts are crowned with possibilities, with the loss ahead of us, the amount of people I will lose. Family and friends, they will be gone because of me.

I should feel an ounce of guilt but guess what? I will gladly meet them in hell with no regret running down my spine. They can suck my beloved dick.

The sun hadn't set, light broke through the glass windows making the hallways bright and visible. I pass a room after another, I gaze at each door until I land on the one. Let's do this. 

The door swung open in my grip, there stood Akila beautifully in a full black outfit, with her silky brown hair moving to the side, I almost forgot what I came for.

She turned around and immediately looked at me alarmed. She somehow knows something is certainly wrong.

I took a deep breath and walked to her, she watched my moves slowly, calculating and picking details based on my body language.

I stood in front of her, she met my eyes, telling me she's ready to hear it, she's ready for anything as if she already knows but wants someone to say it out loud, to let the words sink into the room.

I thank God for not breaking apart, I thank myself for managing to be strong enough, strong enough for her. I'm thankful for my settlement and hunger for the future, a future with her where we vanish everyone and be together for centuries.

"He's here. Vicente Albir is here and he's coming for us'' there it was, there were the words Akila never looked for, never bothered to know or think of. Those were the words to start a war, not because of a stolen shipment, not a murder nor burglary, it's for a broke childhood, it's for an abused life of a little girl who always felt unwanted when she's the most delightful thing the planet holds, a little hole who deserved nothing but love.

She didn't react, she didn't shake nor speak. Something changes in her eyes, it flickers and spreads, it's fire.

Akila's eyes are switching colors, they're drowning in rage, blood, blood everywhere, she's becoming blind. She's blurred by it, she's not stopping until he's dead.

Her gaze is off me, her mind focused behind me, she's seeing red, red splattered on her body, in her hands, the red of their bodies, red of his lifeless body.

She advances and heads to the door. I turn around and struggle with my question. "Where are you going love" my voice froze her in place, slowly turning her head half way, her side profile directed to me. She loaded a gun I swear to God she didn't have, a gun she pulled out of nowhere and said, "To kill him" she whispered, not in fear nor faltering but out of control and anger. She's holding herself from destroying everyone in way, she's barely holding on by a threat.

"Lead the way" she listens to me and moves again. She steps out the door and I follow her. Her heels click loudly on the floor forcing the conversation down stairs to silence.

I will fall apart, it will turn into a bloodbath, it will be red. IT'S RED.

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