Finally Home

Episode 8

Axel's P.O.V. ~

I watch as Brooke walks out of the dinning room. I begin eating my food and I've got to admit that it's really good, but not nearly as good as the food Brooke used to make me when we dated. God, for the past six years I haven't thought of any other person besides Brooke, and she has kids. I don't know what to think about that. I mean the brain and heart inside of me think they're my kids but then there's this inner voice which has always made me insecure when it comes to Brooke. It's telling me I should ask her if she's been with anyone else, if those are someone else's kids, if she ever loved me, if she still loves me. I don't get why for once that voice can't go away. My thoughts were running so wild that I didn't notice I finished my food until a little hand pulled my sleeve. I look and see Oscar and Jasmine standing there. 

"Sir are you ready to go now?" I nod my head and am a bit shocked at how polite these kids are. I thought they would've been spoilt since Brooke's super rich. They walk in front of me and talk amongst themselves and I can see the similarities between them. They have the same coloured hair, and really bright green eyes that just captivate them. Jasmine is shorter than Oscar but that's probably because he's a boy and boys this age grow up quickly where as girls take more time. We stop in front of two big double doors. Oscar knocks and you can hear a faint come in. The twins walk in and I follow. I look around the room and see it's a basic office. It's a dark theme with a few photos of the twins around. One has Brooke when she's giving birth to the twins. She's holding them on her chest, and despite her being sweaty and just having two kids, she is still the most beautiful girl in the world. I hear the door close and I'm already looking at Brooke who then looks at me.

"Go ahead and ask me the questions I know are running through your mind." I take a deep breath and sit down on a chair that's in front of her desk. 

"Are they mine?" I look up and see her nod while reaching for a photo she has on her desk. I couldn't see it before as it was facing away from me. She turns it down and slides it across the table. I look questionably at her to which she just motions for the picture. I pick it up and my heart stops when I see it. It's a photo of me and her sleeping in my bed. I'm laying on her chest and she has her arms wrapped around me. My face is in her neck and her hands are playing with my hair. My mother snuck into my room and took this when Brooke stayed over one night. It's my favourite photo of us. I look up at her confused. 

"I always have that photo on my desk. It reminds my of a time when I was happy, truly happy and free with the love of my life. I look at the photo and it reminds me of you and the twins and why I work so hard to make sure my twins get the lives they deserve, and to make sure I do them and you proud." She puts the photo back in the spot it was and sighs happily. I never actually knew I meant this much to her.

"Why didn't you tell me that I was going to be a father?" She shakes her head and gets up from her chair. She moves to sit in the chair next to mine. She reaches over to grab my hands and she strokes them with one while they rest in the other.

"I didn't tell you or anyone else, because I couldn't put them in danger like that. I had enough money saved up to last me for a year so I used it wisely. I layed low and when the twins were born I waited for two months until I started my training. It didn't take me long to learn how to fight properly and from there I continued my line of work. I eventually made enough money to start my first business." I take it in for a minute until I ask my next question.

"What line of work did you join?" She freezes and drops my hand. 

"I'm an assassin." Those words stopped my heart and not in a good way.

"You're joking right?" I ask in disbelief. She shakes her head sadly. I actually think I forgot how to breath. She kills people for a living. How is this possible.

"How?" Is all I can ask her. She sighs then sits on the desk directly in front of me. 

"I did it for you, and the twins, and everyone else I love. The gang was still after me and I heard rumours from the streets that they were gonna go after you next. I couldn't let them do that so, I killed the gang. I faked an email from the big boss calling everyone the main hall where I planted a bomb. I set of the bomb and left my calling card and then when people heard I got rid of a whole gang at once, they wanted me on their side. The money was amazing and I thought it would help my kids. After I started up my other company's though all the money I got from assassinations went to the family's. If I killed a whole family then the money went to a charity. I want to get out of the business but once you're in, you're in for life. That's another reason I didn't go back, I couldn't put you guys in danger like that. It didn't work because now the Italian Mafia is after you as I killed the leaders son." I look up at her.

"You killed the Italian Mafia leaders son? Why?" 

"I never kill good people, and Marco was not a good person. He was into human trafficking, mainly little girls. One of the mothers of the daughter told me that her thirteen year old daughter got pregnant by him after he kidn*pped and enslaved her for over two years. She called me and told me she couldn't give me the money now but eventually would but I did it for free. Imagine how many other people he did that too. I couldn't stand by and watch it happen any more." A single tear falls from her eye and before she can wipe I lean up and do it for her.

"You're so strong, and have such a good heart." She leans into my hand for a second before a waterfall of tears comes out of her eyes. I pull her onto my lap for a hug and run my hands through her hair as a bit f comfort. I know there's a lot we need to talk about but now I just can't stand to see her crying.