Sometimes I wonder if my parents would be proud if they saw me right now.

Well, I am the assassin my dad wanted me to be. And my mum just wanted me to be safe and happy.

I don't think they would like the fact that I'm working with a mafia leader to take down another mafia. I don't even think they ever liked the De Luca's.

They always kept their business with mafias a secret from me. No matter what I did they never told me which was incredibly annoying.

I hear the door open. Speak of the devil. I can smell his perfume from here. I mean it's good but whatever.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, not bothered to turn around.

"Ouch," he hisses. "Is my presence not good enough for you?"

"No. Not really, Kylian," I reply bluntly.

"Keep lying to yourself," he shrugs and sits down on the edge of the roof beside me. "Isiah told me you'd be here."

I'm going to kill Isiah. I specifically told him not to tell anyone.

"Well, I'm planning on getting drunk and high. Care to join?" I ask, holding up the bottle of alcohol.

I'd hope he'd say no but what he says next made me want to jump off. "Since I have nothing to do, why not?" he utters, before leaning closer to me and taking the cigarette from my lips.

I squint my eyes as I quickly scan his face. His eyes look nice under the moonlight. I quickly look away, clearing my throat. "Even if you had something to do, you would still have joined," I state.

He tilts his head at my words, letting out a slight chuckle, "Oh, really?"

"Don't lie to yourself, you know it," I scoff, taking a sip from the whiskey bottle. I may or may not have stolen that from Kylian.

"Shut up," he mumbles, smoke escaping his lips. "Also is that from mine? Ivory, I kept that bottle for a special occasion."

"You're not denying it," I shrug. He knows it's true. That's why his annoying ass said shut up. "And no, it's not yours." It is. "Idiot."

"I have the urge to push you and watch in amusement as you fall to your death," he mumbles.

I scoff at his words, "You would be dead by the time you raise your hand."

"And you're so sure?" he furrows his eyebrows mockingly.

"Considering I had many chances to kill you but chose not to, yes." I take another sip. Since he's here, I'm going to get extra drunk and hope I push him off. Or that I fall off.

His lips tilt up at my statement, "Why didn't you?" I didn't because... shut up.

"I don't know," I shrug, avoiding his stare. Since he finds it amusing that I haven't killed him yet, I will just piss him off.

"Wow," he replies with clear sarcasm in his voice. "Great reply, Rory."

"I'm very intelligent, I know." I have like two hundred IQ. If I'm being honest, I'm totally smarter than Einstein.

"Smarter than einstein himself," he remarks. See, even Kylian agrees.

A slight smile appears on my face as I turn to face him. "Aw, thank you, Dory."

"Ivory," he grumbles, "I thought I told you not to call me that." Did he really? I don't remember that.

I cross my arms, "Well, didn't I tell you not to call me Rory?"

"Pfft, no you didn't," he dismisses. "My brain does not recall you saying that."

"Oh, yeah?" I scoff. I clearly remember telling him that a million times.

"Yeah," he nods his head in agreement, poking his inner cheek with his tongue.

My eyes flicker to his lips before meeting his eyes again. He saw me but oh well.

"Staring contest," I blurt out randomly, "three, two, one, go."

I stare into his eyes, and he stares into mine as a slight smirk forms on his face. There's no way I'm losing this time.

His eyes flicker to my lips as I lick the corner of them. I smile, "I win, loser."

"Guess you did, Rory," he shrugs. Why is he obsessed with calling me that?

"Call me that again and I won't talk to you." I don't like it... kinda. I'm just bored and want to annoy him.

"What makes you think that bothers me, Rory?" he asks. I shrug silently. I said I won't talk to him.

"Oh?" he tilts his head, acknowledging what I'm doing. "You know this is going to last," he looks at his watch, "for a good minute, right?" He's right.

"Rory," he pokes my shoulder. Really? "What do you want," he huffs, "an apology?"

I shrug again and watch as a smirk plasters on his face. What is he thinking? He stands up and moves one foot off the edge as if he's going to step off.

"You're not going to help me?" he practically pouts. "Thought I was your crush," he teases.

I scoff. Gosh, he's so self-centered.

He leans over. Is he an idiot? He's so close to stepping off. "I will do it," he taunts.

Rolling my eyes, I stand up and push him away from the edge. "Fuck you."

"Fuck you," he mimics me, laughing, and sits back down.

"You wish you can." Ah, my favourite response. I may have said it a lot, but I will continue to say it.

"I know I can," he shrugs. What?

"Is that a bet?" I tilt my head curiously. "I mean..." he trails off.

"Do you want to get pushed off?" I ask. I think he does. "Yes," he replies. Guess I was right.

"You piss me off like no one else can," I shake my head slightly. He smiles mockingly, "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You'll take anything as a compliment Kai," I tease. "Oh, look. New nickname. Never mind, Dory is better." He looks at me with furrowed brows. "What?"

"My sister used to say that," he shrugs, blowing out more smoke that clouds around him.

"You had a sister?" I totally forgot. "I met the wrong De Luca."

"You can meet her at her grave," he scoffs. I laugh but quickly cover my mouth. His fault.

"Not funny, Kylian," I grit but it only takes one glance at each other to bust out laughing.

"Maybe a bit funny," he chuckles with a small smirk.

"What was she like?" I ask, curious.

"I don't really know... I mean I do but I don't?" he exhales. "I think I'm starting to forget her."

"It's okay," I say. "People die, and you'll do anything to remember them but no matter what, they'll somewhat fade away."

He shakes his head, "How did the conversation go from us insulting each other to therapy?"

I shrug, "No idea but I feel like I would be a good therapist."

"I would be a better one," he shrugs.

"So I guess everything is a competition to you." What a child. He's like a five-year-old.

"Shut up," he replies with the response he always does. Very childish if you ask me. Definitely, something a five-year-old would say.

And if I'm being honest, I don't think I can even count how many times he has said that to me. "Is that your favourite thing to say, Kylian?"

"To you, it is," he counters. Oh. That makes sense. Still childish though.

We sit in silence. I wish I can complain and say it's awkward but surprisingly, it's not. Weird. I hate this.

Now I'm thinking about it, I tried to kill him a few months ago and now I'm sitting on the edge of a rooftop with him, sort of bonding, I guess? I don't know.

"I really want to get a Dory tattoo, so every time I look at it, I remember the shit and crazy moments we've had," I say. "Like you saving me from drowning. Oh, and pushing me off the airplane."

"Okay, I was saving you," he grumbles. "And, that would be kind of nice... I guess."

"Woahhh, Kylian finding something cool?" I gasp. "No way!"

"You're such an idiot," he mutters under his breath. Eres el idioto.

"Alright, I have two questions," I say to him. "I'll ask you them, I don't care if you say no." He crosses his arms and his lips tilt up, "Fine, shoot."

"Who was that person in the plane anyway?" I query. "They were wearing crazy amour, I couldn't see their face."

He looks away at my question. "No one," he replies. "No one that would matter to you."

Is he joking? "I mean, if they were on the plane, and you know them then as your partner, I feel like I should know," I scoff. "Just like your conversation with Elio but whatever," I mumble under my breath.

"Oh, so you're my partner now?" he chuckles. Oh, shit. I only said it so he would tell me. "Stop ignoring the question," I state.

"I already answered," he says carelessly. "Fine," I huff. I'll find out somehow.

"Second question, who were the two girls at the club where we met?" I ask.

"Oh, the girls I have a threesome with," he replies sarcastically. "That was Bella and Riley, stupida," he flicks my forehead. Hey, that was uncalled for.

"I'm not stupid, just really slow," I defend myself. "Besides, it was dark in there, I couldn't see their faces."

"Were you jealous?" he furrows his brows, slightly tilting his head.

Why would I be jealous that he was with girls? I don't care where he is and who he's with. "Less jealous, more curious."

He nods his head slightly at my words as if he doesn't believe a thing. "So you didn't care, at all?"

"Nope," I say bluntly. I was just curious. Curious. That's all.

His hand pulls a strand of my hair behind my ear. What is he- "So if I kissed you right now, it wouldn't mean anything. You wouldn't care?"

I open my mouth to reply but nothing comes out. What? Am I seriously speechless?

He leans in. Oh my. We're merely inches away from each other. I can feel his mint breath on my skin and the strong woody scent of his cologne hits my nose instantly.

"Would you care, Rory?" he practically whispers, his eyes flickering to my lips.

Coming to my senses, I scoff and move his hand away from me. "No, I wouldn't, Kylian."

"Want to see if that's true?" he asks with a slight smirk on his face. Before I could respond, the roof door opens and we both turn around. Oh, shit. Angry Elio.

"Kylian," he forces a smile. "Is this why you were ignoring my calls?"

"Elio," he mocks, standing up. "Yes."

"I don't have time with this, I'll kill you later. Right now, we have to talk about the small mission tomorrow."

My eyes widen. "Wait there's a mission tomorrow?" What the fuck? Talk about short notice.

"No," Elio replies bluntly, a blank look on his face, "Yes, idiot. Are you deaf?" What is up with him today? Oh, wait. I forgot he's always like this. Can't forget the day we met as well.

"I can easily push you off this roof right now so I suggest you watch your mouth, cunt," I grumble, standing up.

"I'll pay you a hundred thousand pounds to do it," Kylian says, earning a glare from Elio.

"Both of you, shut your drunk asses up and be downstairs in five." Shaking his head in disappointment, he leaves.

"You really let him talk to you like that?" I ask. I'm honestly shocked. I know that if that was anyone else, he would most likely shoot their kneecap.

"Yeah," he shrugs, "I beat him up afterwards though, doesn't matter if he's older than me. Besides, he's more like a brother than a guard."

"I would love to beat him up," I mutter walking towards the door. "I bet if he hangs out with me, I could make him less miserable but it seems like he's avoiding me."

"Maybe he just doesn't like you," Kylian suggests mockingly. I really thought we connected with the whole vampire thing and the mission carpool but I guess not.

He opens the door before saying, "Ladies first."



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nah seriously sorry guys 😭😭 just been busy-ish and don't really feel like writing a lot

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