One Night Assassin

|Chapter 19~ Move on?|

|Chapter 19~ Move on?|

I open my eyes, I'm standing in the middle of the street as the snow pours down. Somehow even in my pajamas, I was no colder if it were fall and the leafs were just falling off the trees.

"What? What's going on?" I mutter to myself as I see myself standing in a street filled with beautiful houses, but one with the window open stood out to me. Practically calling my name, I slowly make my way over towards the house. Stepping in ankle deep snow until finally making it to the window. Not helping the urge as my heart pounds through my chest, I look inside. And immediately, I tilt my head quizzically at the sight.

A breath taking beautiful blonde woman sits down in a chair, but takes longer for she has a protruding stomach in front of her. With a little boy by her side that she lightly kisses his cheek. Along with a few other people that were present, there is a large Thanksgiving dinner sprawled out in front of all of them. But something was missing, someone was missing. 

And as I saw it, my heart sank and I wanted to fall to my knees.

Adriano then came in looking... Normal. Dressed in a nice shirt and dress pants, a smile present on his face as if he had no worries in the world. But the thing that actually made me start to tear up was the sight of him kissing the blonde elegant woman on her head, before finally sitting down and resting his hand on her large stomach. 

The look of adoration in both of there eyes making my heart clench in pain at the sight at what he mouths to her while rubbing her tummy.

'I love you,'

"Why? W-What is this?" I silently whisper to myself before closing my eyes. The same visual coming back as I remember all I just witnessed.

"It's not real, wake up! Wake up!" I start to say as I shake my head. I knew it wasn't real, it couldn't be real. It's not real.

•-•-•-•-•

"Hey, you alright Kid?" I was awaken by the familiar sound of Adriano's deep voice say, making me jolt out of my sleep and immediately check my phone to see it read 2:35. Still in my bed from where I fell asleep at last night.

Letting my head fall in my head, I pull my hair back and away from my face before finally answering.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, what are you doing up so late?" I say, not being able to look him in the eye after that dream I had.

"I was working on some mission business when I heard you rustling around. And when I came in here, you kept saying something about 'it not being real'. And you're drenched in sweat, so don't sit here and tell me that you're okay when you're clearly not," he says sternly before kneeling down and putting both of his hands on my cheeks and forehead, making me look him in the eye.

I started to get frustrated, so I end up pushing away his hands, but that does nothing when he jumps up and goes to the other side of the room to get something.

"I'm fine, just leave me alone and let me go back to sleep." Knowing exactly how I wasn't fine by the way I had chills and yet, was still somehow burning up inside. 

"You're burning hot, Luna. So you can cut the f*****g bullshit because I'm not leaving you while you're like this," he says as he opens and slams drawers until finally pulling out a white digital stick.

"Open," he demands as he turns the thermometer on, making me immediately obey, sticking the thermometer under my tongue as soon as I do so.

A few seconds later, there was a beep. But before he could, I take it out and check it. 

101.5 

"Crap," I mutter leaning back against my bed frame. Adriano try's to take it from my hand, but I just yank it away. 

"Let me see, Luna."

"No, cause then you'll get all worried and even more obnoxious," I say as I try to keep moving my hand around so he couldn't get it. Which fails when he eventually just snatched it and reads the thermometer. His eyes going slightly wide at the concerning number it read.

"You're not going to that mission meeting tomorrow," he says, making my temperature go up even more. 

"You can't do that! There's only a few meetings left before we're completely done with it all together. This was my duty for coming here, Adriano." 

"And my duty was to keep you safe and out of harms way. We do what we can with what we got, Lune," he shrugs, making me want to hit him for telling me what I can or can't do. But he was right, we're both just doing our jobs, and I can't scold him for doing his.

"Fine, but what am I supposed to do about Thanksgiving? I usually go to Veronica's family's house, and how can I do that if it's in three days and you won't let me go anywhere?" I ramble out, not wanting for him to forebode me from going to my traditional place for the holiday.

"I'm not going to stop you from going to things like that. Families are a different story," is all he says before leaving to another room, confusing me onto why he just up and left. But that question is quickly answered when I see him come back with a cup of ice water and a towel. Making me realize to see that he was wearing only his boxers and a white v-neck shirt.

"Here. Put this on your head," he says before placing the cool rag on my forehead, making me sigh in content.

"I'll leave now so you can sleep, okay?" He says softly, and I immediately jolt up and grab his arm that was next to the bed. Now actually kind of scared for him to leave me alone.

"Can you-uh, stay with me tonight please?" I say almost inaudibly, making his expression soften into a small smile. Surprising me that he'd be this congenial on staying for my sake.

"Fine, but no funny business, okay?" He says jokingly with a smirk, immediately making me grab a pillow and wail it in his direction, hitting him straight in his head.

"It was just a joke, don't get your panties in a twist," he says laughing as he runs his fingers through his long shaggy hair to fix its disheveled mess.

I see him start to grab a pillow off the bed as if to put it on the floor, but quickly stop him beforehand. Seeing what he was doing, I figured it's unnecessary considering my bed was a King size and there's plenty of room for the both of us. 

"What're you doing? Just sleep next to me," I say nonchalantly, but he gives me an unsure look, in which made me just roll my eyes before pulling the sheet back.

"Just no funny business, okay?" I repeat mocking him from earlier, in which made him actually chuckle before shrugging in defeat.

"Alright, but I make no promises," he smirks as he makes his way to get in, and ends up sliding in the bed next to me, all while making sure that he keeps a comfortable distance between us. 

"Now go to sleep," he says before pulling the switch on the side lamp to turn the light off.

"Wait, can I ask you a real quick question?" I say kind of quickly, getting the words out before he could stop me.

"Have at it I guess," he says as his back faces away from me, my eyes starting to grow heavier the longer the minutes pass.

"How come you changed when your wife passed?" Knowing how personal the question was, I kind of hesitated on my words. What I said must have hit something, because he stayed silent for a good ten seconds before finally answering.

"I think the question answers itself, kid," he says in a stern tone, knowing that he's probably not the happiest considering the nickname he rarely used on me anymore.

"Now go to sleep, you need your rest."

"Do you think you'd ever be the same again?" 

This time, he turns to face me in the bed. An unbelievable expression on his face, seeming to start to get irritated by my game of 21 questions.

"Last one, I swear." He eventually rolls his eyes in defeat after a second before giving in.

"To be quite honest, no. I don't think I'd ever be back to the point in life where I wasn't worried about anything. My hope for anything good happening in my life died in that car with my wife and child. Happy? Now go to sleep," he quickly states before rolling back over and facing the other direction.

For some reason, I feel those words hurt more than they should have. I believe, and always would, that everyone has a shot in happiness in life. I've kept that mindset since the day my dad was taken from us.

"I'm sorry," was all I said before drifting off into a deep sleep.

• . • . • . • . 

Putting on my shoes, I start to get ready to head out the door, but stop head in my tracks when my phone stars to buzz again. But this time, it was an Unknown number. Shrugging, I picked it up, but heard nothing but static at first. I was about to hang up, when I heard someone on the other side of the phone that made my heart sink, right before hanging up.

"I'll get you just like how I got your dad. Just watch, Petrov..."

I immediately dropped my phone, I couldn't believe what I just heard. Maybe it was some prank a guy at the embassy did on me. Because there was no way someone could be serious about something like this. 

Breathing, I knew I needed to take a breath. I knew that threats like these were just part of the business. And I'm just doing my part, I needed to get these guys to get justice for my dad, and all the other people these people have hurt in the process. And I know damn well a few hateful threats aren't going to stop me from getting justice for my father.

A knocking soon came at the door, almost jumping out of my skin at the sound of it. I didn't want to open it, I knew most likely it wasn't anyone like the guy on the phone, but I didn't want to take any chances.

Choosing the ladder, I start to slowly walk up to the door. My heart beating through my chest with every step I took on the hardwood floor. Up until the moment I open the door.

My eyes go wide at the sight of my mother standing before me, holding what seemed to be a cake of some kind.

"H-How did you kn-"

"Richard's a cop, and I made him do research and tell me where you've been staying," she says explaining more onto how she knew where I was staying. But I didn't know me staying with Adriano would be in the system since I'm technically not living here.

"Uh, I brought you a cake I made last night. I figur-"

"You figured a cake would make up for giving me away when I was only a child?" I question sarcastically before she could finish, making her expression falter into one of disappointment. 

I would never be rude to anyone like this, but this is a completely different scenario. Just anyone wouldn't have gave their 8 year old daughter away to a random family friend just because they couldn't take care of her.

"Please, Luna. I'm so sorry, but you have to understand, I wasn't mentally capable of taking care of you all by myself at the time."

"No, that's no excuse. Because you know who else wasn't mentally capable of taking care of me? Yeah, me. And that's exactly what I had to do, because that family didn't even know I existed, let alone care for me," I stated, my emotions starting to build up the longer I spoke about this.

"I know, I know. And it was wrong of me to do something like that. But I just wanted to come over here to invite you over for Thanksgiving this year. I figured it could be a time we could finally get a chance to be together as a family again," she suggest, and there's was a moment of consideration but then my mind floods back to the phone call, making me end up just closing my eyes in defeat.

"Look, I don't mind you wanting to be a part of my life again, but I can't do that," I say, stating nothing but the truth. Not only would that put all of them in danger, but I don't even know the type of people I'd be meeting.

"Why not? My husband and his family would love to meet you."

"Because she's spending it with me and my family," I hear the familiar deep voice say from behind the woman, making me not help but to smile a little at the sight of Adriano making his way up the walkway. 

She turns her back to come face to face with the large figure standing behind her, his arms crossed in a defensive stance.

"And who might you be?" She ask quizzically, and a bit flirtatiously, probably curious who the random man that just interfered with our conversation was.

"Me?" He ask with a raised eyebrow before walking past her and up to me, shocking me when he places a small kiss on my head before putting his arm around my side.

"I'm this beautiful girl's boyfriend, and who might you be?" He says repeating her last words, making the woman's mouth go agape as she try's to sputter out incoherent words. As if she was shocked I was actually dating someone like him.

"I-I'm Debra, her mother," she says trying to sound stern, but it came out as if she was unsure of her words herself. He turns his head slightly to face me and gives me a knowing look. Right after turning back to face her once again.

"Well, Debra. It's been nice meeting you, but me and your daughter have some business to tend to," he says with a smirk as he takes the cake from her hands, noting on how I was going to scold him for that later.

"Come visit anytime you like, okay? Bu-bye," He says before closing the door, leaving her still standing at the doorstep as he did so. Immediately after closing the door, I hit him on his shoulder with the palm of my hand, in which only made him laugh. 

"Why'd you tell her all of that? All including the dating part," I ask, and he sighs with a small smile still present. I couldn't help but to at least smile with him a little.

"Look, I know your history with your mom, you'll find out how eventually. But my point here is you need to be more strict when it comes to holding a grudge. Now I'm not telling you to never forgive her, I'm just telling you to let people show you their true colors first before you let them back in your life." 

I hated it when he spouted a bunch of stuff that was true, it truly did piss me off. I didn't know how to reply to what he said, he was right and I need to stop giving into people so easily. It's always been something I've done and as for me into a lot of crap.

"You're right, I guess I just kinda wanted to have a family member back in my life. And it sucks even worse because I'm going to be alone for a family holiday," I say before trying to take the cake out of his hands to put it in the kitchen, but am stopped when he lightly grabs my wrist.

"What do you mean? I thought you were going to your friends family's house." He gives me a confused look, and I scold myself for letting that slip. I couldn't tell him about the phone call because he would make it a bigger deal than it probably already was.

"Uh, Veronica's family are kind of mad at her for something, so I can't really go over there," I lie, making sure he doesn't find out the real reason I can't go over there. 

And that reason being for the safety and greater good of everyone...

There was a moment of silence where he just kind of stared, as if he were contemplating on something. He eventually ended up sighing and running his hand through his hair, almost making me black out due to shock at his next words.

"How about you come to Italy with me to see my family?"