~If everyone saw me as the good guy, won't I be an angel?

Salvatore's POV.

I had everything ready. I knew what I needed to do, in order to make a stike at where it hurts most for them. I was just...er... having a little inconvenience. My lawyers were being kidnapped one after the other. I've got my men on their tail. They'll be found soon. I was sure of that.

And I knew without any doubt that they were alive somewhere. Those who made them disappeare wanted to disarm me. And they did a pretty decent job, without killing them. How low can be too low? For people like them!

Their plan suceeded and I was currently unable to appoint a lawyer to defend me! Everyone was scared for their dear lives, as they saw the news, telling them about the threats of being my attorney. Media and many other platforms and organizations were dirty themselves. Knowing about the evil, yet doing nothing because they were being fed by those evil beings.

A bad man has to do a good man's job now. Talk about disappointment. I sighed as I stood in front of my LED screen with both my hands on my hips. I was a little shocked at the news that Avalyn Abramov, would be giving a press conference today, while she refused to do so, for so many years. I was a dead man apparently, but she didn't seem like the type to stike when the other was weak though.

She was kind, as much as I knew. Yeah, she was. After all I did, all she needed to do was speak up and I'd been damned, for I've got enough enemies out there. I sighed as I remembered my confrontation with that mad woman. What was her name again? A very weird name. Oh there it is! Avery! Pun intended.

It's about time. I thought to myself and right then the conference started. The moment she came into my view, I remembered just why I stayed away from the home I loved so much, for 4 f**king years. And faked a Playboy image, dispite the fact that I have never slept with a woman for more than 10 years now. Something psychological you could say. In my line of work it's pretty normal, that's what my therapist wants me to believe.

Oh! How beautiful she was. As ever. I remembered how I had trouble controlling myself around her. Yet I accused her of lusting over me. All she ever did was smile at me and looked at me with those annoyingly kind eyes and those pouty little lips.

I hated those paedophiles, yet there was, my 32 years old a** lusting over an 18 years old child. Barely legal. How old would she be now? I think 25. And she had grown in many ways ans looked more than legal. Ripened to perfection.

"Grieving over lost treasure?" There it was, so that's why I thought something was missing, this irritating bugging voice in my head. But infact, it was not that bugging voice. It was the annoying sqeaking of my friend. Hamasaki Tsuda, an irrelevant name. Would have named him something shorter if I was his dad.

"Don't annoy me today, tsuda. Or I won't listen to you rambling about that beautiful woman who saved you last year." For a whole year I was forced to hear about a woman he didn't even know the name of. "And let's not forget the fact that you needed to be saved by a woman." I knew he had 12 men on his tail that night. He barely made out alive. I watched the adds being displayed before Avalyn started speaking and answering the questions.

"Well, atleast I'm not a divorcé." Oh God! Give me some strength to keep up with this guy. "Go back to Japan." I stated with a straight face, which I have mastered in all those years. He gasped in shock, obviously over dramatic. "You racist, m***er f**ker!" He exclaimed and went silent when Ava started talking, he knew I needed to focus on that.Well, atleast he was bearable enough, sometimes.

I focused on what was happening in the press conference and once I realized what was happening I was too stunned to make sense of reality. Just as I couldn't make sense of reality that night. I was the type of guy who's used to forgetting whenever he drank, that's why I almost never drank. But I saw the footage of what i did and I ran to her and when i couldn't run I crawled to her but all I faced was that woman Avery. Avalyn's knight in shining armour. I got punched in my guts so hard that night that I was forced to do a back ground check on her too.

And just as I suspected, she had something to do with under ground fights. No sweet and soft woman like Ava could punch like that. And Avery was not sweet and by the bold fist I got in my gut, neither soft. I tried everything legal to get her out of my way.

So that I could atleast talk to Avalyn. She deserved an apology at the very least. But Avery refused on behalf of Avalyn. I would have easily removed her from my way, but I knew for sure Avalyn would have gotten yet another reason to hate me even more than she already does and I did not want that.

That day I asked Tsuda to come to me. And as the annoying yet best guy he was he came as fast as he could and beat the sh*t out of me when I asked him to. And he beat the sh*t out of me again for raising a hand on a woman, after I told him everything that happened.

My thoughts were totally stolen when I heard Ava say, 'If anyone knew his bad side, it would be me... probably.' She gave a light shrug, which made everyone giggle and then she laughed with them. Right when I saw that, my whole body froze and my breath hitched. I felt as my heart became so heavy all of a sudden, as though my body was a small fregment of my heart. Oh God! Look at her eyes shine! I've never seen her truely smile before, much less laugh!

'Believe me when I say, He can get pretty bad at.. life. But a child murderer, he can never be.' And only if you knew how I regret showing you that. I would give my right arm to turn back time. Even after facing the beast in me, my worst side. She still believes in me! She knows I can never do that! How can someone like her even exist?

"She believes in you." Yes, and she had declared it in front of the world. "I would have died of shame if I were you after what you did to her." I wanted to, I went crazy for God's sake! "But I can not die until I make it up to her." He nodded in understanding.

"At the end, she proved to be a bigger man than you are." I sat down on my seat and held my head in my hands. Oh I wish I listened to her that night. I wish I hadn't drank that night. I wish I had believed in her.

Tsuda stood up and walked towards me. He put his hand on my shoulder and told me, "Well, don't let her down this time around. Okay?" I looked up at him and nodded.

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Avalyn's POV.

I loved it when my hair drifting with the wind, I knew my curly hair looked like a mop but I loved the feel of wind. Just loved it. But I couldn't have that feel today, my hair were pulled back, not too tightly but professional enough, with a partition in the middle . And there was a bun of curls at the base on my head.

I wore a cream white suite, that covered me from the neck to my ankles. I paired it with heels, which were not too high. You're meeting a client who is innocent in this case. No room for biases or mistakes. You just need to repay him back, for paying for your education all those years.

I got off my car and walked into my office, where we were supposed to meet. I clutched my bag tighter to assure myself this will not take long. I had all the necessary files in the bag, all the reference files and cases I worked on. No matter what, I couldn't help but be curious about few things and I intended to get a clear view of the case to defend him the best I could.

I stepped in and one of the senior attorney of our firm stepped out of her office. She looked nervous and displeased by something. I realized she was headed towards me so I walked faster and met her midway. "Ms Abramov, you're finally here." I smiled up at her. "Good morning Mrs Fitz." Her creased forehead relaxed a little as she said.

"Good morning, Ava. I must discuss something with you. There is a man in your office waiting for you. Actually there are 3 of them. And that man is dangerous, I've heard that some attorneys were harmed because they dare take his case." I patted her arm with reassurance, my smile never leaving my face.

"There is nothing to be worried about, Mrs Fritz. Calm down." She looked like she was about to have a panic attack. "But, you must think about the well-being of our firm as well as yourself! Please don't take the case Ava." My smile turned sad at the memory of him, who would be waiting for me by now. I can't be late.

"I have a debt to pay, Mrs Fitz. Don't worry, no harm will come to me or the firm. I won't let it happen. So relax, and have a cup of coffee, please." I reassured her and told her that I needed to go to my office and excused myself.

I stepped in my office, where I was greeted with a kind nod, by a man standing near the door. I know that man, he was the same guy I bumped into, on the door way of Salvatore's office, when I was running away. I nodded at him. An important guard I guessed, as I noticed small details about him. Like the bulge of a gun in his pocket and an ear piece in his ear.

I moved further into my office and there was another man standing behind an occupied chair in front of my desk, that guy had jet black hair and slightly tanned skin. He was dressed in suit, too formal. His hair were jelled back, off his forhead and he had some golden glasses on, with very thin frame. I saw the eyes behind those glasses and knew that instance that he was Asian. He looked tall. Like, really tall, as tall as Salvatore if not taller.

I know this aura, I've seen this demeanour somewhere. But I couldn't quite put a finger on it. But, he was a man of great authority, that I could tell with no mistake. He turned back, in my direction and did something I never expected, from a man that looked like him. He smiled at me, a kind knowing smile, his gaze strangely soft. Although, his teeth were not showing but both corners of his mouth were tilted up. He gave a vibe as though we were well acquainted. Strange.

Then my breath hitched, the moment I saw those grey eyes on me. Salvatore Agosti. Owner of the Agosti Corp and the Leader of a crime organization, with no name. No one knows much about it. Most of us doesn't even know of it's existence. But I had someone special on my side, who was not 'most of us'.

Someone as mysterious as the organization Salvatore owned, after his father passed away. I recently found that out, during my research. And the research was collected and handed out to me by that person. But we didn't even know the name, gender, age or anything about that person.

'Archer', that's what he wants to be called. He always gave me creeps, in many ways. He had very unusual ways of communicating. We always got hints of different locations and there were devices on those locations. We always recieved the messege from that device or reply back from it and after few hours the device always got distructed, like they were on a self destruction mode. And whenever we got a voice messege it felt like a crowd was talking to us. Or the voices were always change in those notes.

"Ava..." Salvatore started, which stirred a hidden rage in me. The audacity he had to say that. Even after so many years that voice still effected me. But in an opposite manner. "Abramov. It's Ms Abramov." I said my voice softer than deserved but harsher than I intended. No Ava! Be professional! He does not deserve any emotion from you. None.

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'Him calling her Ava.'

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