Isiah and Riley suddenly go in front of our jet ski, splashing water all over us. "Isiah, you fucking idiot!" Ivory yells while he just laughs. Great.

I look over my shoulder, meeting her eyes. "Payback?" I ask and she smiles at my words. "Hell yeah," she replies instantly.

I drive in front of them and splash water behind me just like they did. Sorry not sorry, Isiah.

"Too bad, too sad," she shrugs, flipping them off. "You say that way too much," I state the obvious and before she replies, Elio starts talking through the earpiece.

"Boss, up ahead," he warns and I notice the ship not so far away. "Get ready, guys," I report back before speeding up.

This is it. There are only a few people on board, twenty at most. We can take them all. Easy peasy.

"This is gonna be fun," Ivory says and I can already imagine her smile forming. Fun?

"Ivory, just help a bit, yeah? You're already hurt." She's an assassin, she can take care of herself of course. But she got shot two days ago.

"Oh, come on," she huffs as I slow down next to the ship, "that's not fair, you need my help, remember?"

"Life isn't fair," I shrug and throw the ladder over the ship and before I start climbing, I look back at her.

"I'll do whatever I fucking want, thanks for the concern," she scoffs. Eh, I wouldn't say I'm concerned but sure.

"If you get hurt, don't blame it on me," I grumble, climbing. "And if you get hurt, don't expect me to save you," she shrugs, also throwing a ladder over the ship.

"Well, don't expect me to save you either," I roll my eyes. I don't need her help. It'll be easier with her help, yes, but I don't need it.

"Fine," she shrugs once again, catching up with me. "Fine." She's turning me into her, a person with childish humour. Help me.

"Someone's here, boss!" I hear a man yell, his Russian accent rolling off his tongue. I quickly grab Ivory's hand and hide behind a cargo.

"Stay here," I warn and leave before she can complain. I don't think she'll listen but I'm hoping she will for once.

Pulling my pistol out, I cock it and aim it in front of me. "Got ya," I smirk at the guy and shoot his head. Easy.

I kneel down beside him and grab the gun that's in his hand.

I feel like i'm in COD. Now I have that painful memory of Kylo forcing me to play with him. That was not a good day.

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I stand up and press my finger on the earpiece. "Isiah, you ready?" I ask, looking around for him.

He's on top of a cargo or the bridge of the ship since he's the sniper on this mission along with Riley and Bella.

"Yes," he mumbles, "and did you really have to put me with them? They're talking about going to Westfield to buy rings so they can officially get married."

"Bella is cheating on Ivory," I gasp dramatically, "and furthermore, with your girl?"

"She's not my girl," he grits out. "So if I just kiss her-" I start but he cuts me off. "Turn southwest," he grumbles.

I turn in the direction he told me and sure enough, there he is, quite hidden, with Riley and Bella.

With a mocking smile, I throw a thumbs up at him, and in return, he flips me off. Eh, fair enough.

"Put your gun down!" a woman yells at me and I swing around to face her. "How about we talk about this over tea and crumpets?" I ask, raising my hands up.

Am I actually going to surrender? Absolutely not. I'm just trying to distract her. Then she can visit her great-grandma in heaven. Well, if she goes to heaven.

"Got it, boss," Riley mutters and before I can do or say anything, the girl falls dead right in front of me. "Ha, bullseye. Did you see my great aim?"

"Don't need to show off," I hear Isiah mumble in the background. Is he jealous? Does he know that I'm the one who trained her? Jokes on him.

They're on top of the bridge of the ship, but through the glass, I can see three people heading up the stairs where they are. Fuck.

I open the door and rush in, catching all of their attentions. "Tell your Russian ancestors their Italian friend said hi," I grin before shooting two, while the other runs up the stairs.

Those stairs lead outside where Isiah, Riley, and Bella are. Ah, shit. I quickly run up the stairs and outside to see that he's got Bella in his arms with a gun aimed at her head.

"Let go of her," Riley demands and tries to head towards them but Isiah pulls her back. He definitely cares about her- not the best time.

"Stay back," the guy warns, taking steps away from us, towards the edge. If Kylo were here, he'd go fucking mad.

"You bastard," she grits out, trying to slip out of his grip but nothing works. "Do you want to fucking die?" Kylo says from behind me. Speak of the devil.

All of a sudden, the guy pushes Bella off the edge and tries to make a run for it, but I shoot him three times in the stomach. Did he really think that would work?

Kylo runs to Bella and grabs her hand that's hanging off the edge. "Hurry up, please, I have a fear of heights, remember?" she murmurs before he finally pulls her up.

"We can still get married, you're not dead yet," Riley laughs. I bet Ivory feels very betrayed right now.

"Kylian," Isiah calls out for me, catching everyone's attention. "I think you want to see this."

I kneel down beside him and grab his binoculars, bringing them to my eyes. Ivory. And a Russian. Fighting. Near the edge of the ship. Bloody hell.

"Shoot him," I demand almost instantly. "I can't get a good shot," he sighs, running a hand down his face, "the bullet might hit her instead."

"Fuck," I whisper before standing up. If he's not going to do anything, I will. Besides, I owe her, she kind of saved me at the club.

I rush down the stairs and try to find them but there are fucking cargos everywhere. No shit, it's a cargo ship.

Once I see them, I slowly head in their direction and I notice a dinghy in the water. The guy was trying to escape and she's trying to stop him.

"You shouldn't have come wounded," the guy chuckles, pressing onto her shoulder wound. Yeah, man, that's what I told her too.

"There's a spider on your shoulder," she tells him and he quickly glances to where she's looking. "Made you look."

"You're dead," he seethes. "So are you," she smiles mockingly, and as soon as she says that, she shoots him, while he pushes her shoulder, making her fall off.

Am I going to talk about this moment every day from now on? Yes.

I finally reveal my amazing self and shoot the man three times. What? I need to make sure he's dead. I could hear just groans before I shot him, and now I hear lovely silence.

Looking over the railing, I realise she's not resurfacing. Really, Ivory? You're gonna make me do this, huh? Well, shit.

Quickly, I jump into the water, diving deep into the water until I find her. Once I do, I wrap my arm around her and use my free one to swim back up to the surface.

Picking her up, I lay her down on the boat before getting in myself. "You can die, Ivory, but it would be better if you didn't, so be alive."

Okay, she's not responding. No shit, she's passed out. I check her pulse and... no pulse. Fuck.

"Come on, Rory," I utter, placing my hands on her chest to perform CPR. Have I ever performed CPR?... No.

She still isn't responding meaning I'm going to have to do something she's going to hate. "Don't kill me for this," I murmur.

I carefully tilt her chin up to open her airway and gently place my lips on hers and once I pull away, she sits up, spitting out water.

"No way. I did it. Call me Doctor De Luca. Not Mbappé," I chuckle in shock. I did it. "Woah. I still can't believe I did it."

"God- I hate you," she laughs, laying back down and I do too. "I know you do, love," I retort as my lips form a small smile.

"Why did you jump after me?" she asks after a moment of silence. "I owed you, remember?" I remind her.

"Why did you drown?" I ask her and she furrows her eyebrows after hearing my question. "You said you can swim," I shrug.

"Not when I can't feel my arm and beat up," she scoffs. Fair enough. But I think I could swim while not feeling my arm and after I just got into a fight.

"Do you want to know something?" she questions. Since it's coming from her, absolutely not. "No, not really," I laugh.

"I wanted to kill you," she says and I chuckle at her words. "We all know that." Pretty obvious by her threats.

"No seriously, I was going to kill you. But now I only hate you 99.9%. Pretty good, if you ask me," she shrugs.

Wait- is she being serious? Well, that was very reassuring. I just have to keep in mind not to piss her off badly.

"That was... not shocking?" Shocking? No. Not really, considering it's her. Expected? Definitely not.

"I wanna go to sleep," she breathes out, grabbing onto her shoulder. "I think your wound got worse," I tell her.

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Sherlock," she huffs. "Oh, you're very welcome." I just thought I shoulder tell her but never mind.

"Sup, idiots!" I hear a familiar voice yell. Bella. Sitting up, I turn around to see the four of them leaning against the railing.

"She's the idiot," "He's the idiot," we say in sync, pointing at each other. Did she jump into the future to see what I'd say then come back to the present to copy me?

"Hey," she grumbles, "I thought we talked about this whole copying thing." I don't know what she's on about, she's the one copying me.

"We never did," I scoff. "Uh, yes we did, Dory," she rolls her eyes. Wait- Dory? First, it was Lian, then Mbappé, and now Dory?

"What?" she mutters, noting the confused look on my face, "you clearly have a bad memory."

"Dory has short-term memory loss," I correct her. "Oh, so you've watched the movie?" she teases.

"I actually made him watch it!" Kylo yells proudly, raising his hand. "I watched it with them!" Bella shouts, also raising her hand. Great.

Oh, how I love embarrassment. Best thing to ever bloody exist.

"We're still here by the way!" Isiah yells. Even better. "Me included!" Riley adds. Gosh, even, even better.

"Okay, can we leave now?" she looks at me exhaustedly. "Definitely." I just want to lay in bed, but no, because I have fucking work to do.

***

I quickly park my car head towards Ivory's, opening the door for her. "Told you, you shouldn't have came," I smirk as I sling her arm over my shoulder to help her walk.

Turns out her ankle that was wounded got worse as well, not just her shoulder. It never gets boring being right.

"I hate you a hundred percent now," she flicks my forehead. "Ouch," I grumble. That flick was uncalled for.

"That was a sick mission though. Did you get the guns and mags?" she asks and I point to where some of my guards are helping them unload all the guns.

"So the mission was a win?" she questions. "Obviously." I'm never saying that word ever again. It makes me sound like Snape.

Once we're inside the house, she suddenly stops walking. Well, limping. "Can you give me a piggyback ride?" she smiles.

"Yeah, no," I answer bluntly. "But the stairs...," she trails off. She kinda has a point.

"Fine, but never again." I can't believe I'm seriously going to do this. It'll be a one-time thing. Never, ever doing it again.

Without a warning, she jumps on my back and drapes her arms around my neck. "That shit hurt," I groan. "You're a mafia leader, shush," she laughs.

Quickly, I take her up the stairs. I just want this shit to be over. I regret agreeing. I regret it a lot.

"There," I finally say, opening her bedroom door. "Thanks, personal De Luca transportation," she says with a smile as I let her down.

Personal De Luca transportation? How did she even think of that? I'm concerned.

"I'm just going to be in my office," I tell her, "if you need me, no you don't," with that, I walk out.



so when he started talking about CPR, you guys thought of that song, right? don't even deny it bc i know bro, im a mind reader

ooo also i want these two to get in an argument bc they're acting way too nice with each other 🙄

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