It's been almost two weeks since Kylian rescued me. Since I was forced to stay in bed for a week by my doctor, Riley and Bella have been watching movies with me and bringing me snacks. We also may or may not have binge-watched Criminal Minds and already made it to season three...

I haven't seen Kylian since that day I asked him to stay with me. I can't even lie to myself, when I went to sleep with him, I had the best sleep ever and all the flashbacks just stopped. I don't even know how.

But the past few sleeps I've been having, aren't like that. More and more flashbacks of what happened to me just keep flooding my mind.

I mean of course I've been through a lot of stuff, I've been kidnapped before but it was nothing like that. All the methods they used to torture me won't leave my head.

Nope. I'm not doing this. I can't think about that. Positive thoughts only.

When that's not on my mind, only one other thing is. What Giovanni said about Kylian killing my parents and knowing about it when he asked for the alliance.

I don't believe him... but, it just won't leave my mind. I need to ask him about it. If I'm being honest, I just need reassurance but I don't want him to feel like I don't trust him.

Even though I don't admit it, I really do trust him.

I just haven't seen him in two weeks, I haven't gotten the chance to talk to him about anything. About what happened to me and that I met his dad. His literal dad.

I'm not stupid, I know he needs to know about that. Of course, he does. He definitely knows his dad is alive, I mean he saw him on the plane and there's no way he didn't recognise his own father's voice. But he doesn't know that his dad is working with the Russians.

Is that betrayal of the year? Maybe even the century. The old Italian mafia leader now working with the Russians to take down his own son, the new leader of the Italian Mafia. Crazy.

Whatever, the point is that I really need to talk to this man but it honestly just seems like he's avoiding me. When he comes home, he goes straight to his office. Like seriously? The only way we'd be able to talk is if I sneak in there and I do have a secret way of getting in...

Kylian hates it when people eat in his office but I grab a bag of sour Skittles away and make my way to his office. I need snacks while I'm waiting of course. I don't know when this guy will be back.

***

I throw a skittle in the air and try to catch it in my mouth. This is like the twentieth time I've failed at that ugh. I'm way too bored, I've been waiting here for two hours.

Just as I think that I hear the door lock being opened. Speak of the devil.

As it opens I'm met with a tired and confused Kylian. "How the fuck-" I cut him off. He has no need to speak. "You and I need to talk."

"Ivory, I'm too tired for this," he groans, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Too bad, too sad. I do not care.

"Kylian, I haven't seen you in two weeks," I state, enough with his bull shit. "We're either talking now or I won't talk later, and by the way, this is important stuff about your mafia, so I'm pretty sure you'd like to know."

His brows furrow at my words and he finally shows interest in what I'm saying. "About..?"

I let out a deep breath and lean back onto his chair. "About what happened when the Russians took me."

"Can I sit on my chair at least?" he asks. You know what, I'd usually say no duh but I'm feeling nice. I don't know how well he'd react about the whole dad thing so I definitely don't want to annoy him.

"Whatever you want, princess," I tease as I get up. Okay, I have to annoy him a little bit. He rolls his eyes at the nickname and sits down.

"Ivory," he starts, giving me a serious look. "What happened to you is unexplainable, I don't expect you to want to talk about it."

Oh. That's sweet of him. "No, Kylian. You need to know this." I can tell he's getting more and more interested in what I mean by that and he gives me a look to carry on.

"Kylian, when they were interrogating me. I met Madeleine Morozov and her right hand, Charlotte Ivanova. But I also met someone else."

"Who?" he asks impatiently. "Your dad, Kylian," I practically just manage to mutter out, scared of his reaction.

His brows furrow then raise in shock. "No, it's been presumed that he's dead," he shakes his head. "Kylian," I say softly, getting his attention, "I'm not lying to you."

"Explain," he huffs. His face shows a lot of emotions right now but anger is the top one. "Please," he then adds.

"Madeleine and Charlotte came out first but then they called someone in. His name was Giovanni," I tell him and as soon as he hears that name he curses under his breath in Italian.

"He told me how he met me on the Russian plane mission..." I start but then stop myself. "And what else, Ivory?" he questions, curiosity laced in his tone. Here goes nothing.

"He started telling me that for your first mission when you turned eighteen you... okay wait, I don't believe what he was saying. I know he only waffled that shit so I could snitch on you which I didn't. Anyways, he continues on saying that you killed my parent and when you asked for this alliance you knew I was their daughter."

His brain takes a second to process everything I said and the only the that comes out of his mouth is "the fuck?".

"I know it was a bunch of bull shit but that was the only time I saw him. I guess I pissed him off so much that he didn't want to keep talking to me," I add. I hurt his grandpa ass ego.

"But Kylian, he doesn't seem too fond of you. He thinks you stole his mafia and he wants it back."

"So his fucking dumb ass is working with the Russians?" he scoffs. "Is he mental?"

"I was saying the same thing," I agree with a dramatic voice which I immediately take back when he shoots me a glare. Not the time.

After a few seconds of silence, for him to process everything, he speaks up, "Wait, Ivory. What he was saying was wrong, I swear I didn't do that shit and I can prove it to you. I'll show you proof of where I was that day."

I laugh lightly at his words. "I believe you, Kylian. It's okay." He scoffs at my words, "It's not. I need you to know I'm not lying, Rory."

***

After he shows me proof, we started talking seriously. We made a plan on how to officially take down the Russians and the backstabbing Grandpa Giovanni.

"Let's recap," I tell him and he nods his head. "The Russians are holding a masquerade dance, which I got from an inside source who also got us on the guest list, but of course not with our real names. Morozov and Ivanova will be there and they are the targets, they can't leave alive. If Giovanni's there, I'll handle that bastard."

"Got it," I reply with a smile on my face. I mean, they tortured the shit out of me, of course, I'm praying for their downfall. "When is it going to be held?"

"In around five weeks so you should be all healed up by then and it's being held in Vienna, Austria," he informs me.

"I always wanted to visit," I mutter under my breath but he seems to have heard. "Maybe we can look around the city, if we have time though," he says which brings a smile to my face.

"Okay, well it's three in the morning so I'm off to bed, guys," I announce, standing up. "I don't know how your ass came home so late, me personally I love my sleep."

"Guys?" he repeats. "What do you mean guys, it's just me here."

"Yep, I know," I shrug. It's a bad habit, let's forget about it.

He chuckles at my response. "Goodnight, Rory."

"Goodnight, De Luca."



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