It's been three weeks since me and Santiago's one night stand and things have been awkward to say the least.

We ended up falling asleep on that balcony and returning home the next morning. Spoiler alert, Lorenzo did notice I was gone and didn't forget my birthday.

I had to watch them all angrily take down the decorations and take away my presents as punishment but they ended up giving them back by the end of the night.

Santiago's been making an effort to talk to me but I've been avoiding him, I don't know what that drunken night meant to him but to me it was a mistake.

I'm not capable of maintaining a relationship, I'd only mess with his head and eventually break his heart.

Other than that, things have been going pretty well over the past week.

I'm on good terms with Luca and Romeo. It's hard to not like Luca when he tries so hard to be there for me and I couldn't stay mad at Romeo after I found out he had been looking after Bear all this time.

I thought they would of gotten rid of him but he's here, just a lot more chubby than when I left him.

Being here has made me realise what an unhealthy headspace I was in before. I would wake up, go to work to do something I hated, return home and repeat. I didn't have a life or anyone who actually cared about my well being.

I've been trying to better myself. I've even started painting again, sure the concepts I paint are no longer sunshine and rainbows but it's a start.

I feel myself reverting more towards Darcy's old ways which I need to prevent. I don't want to be her again, weak and relying on everyone around me to protect me.

Today I'm going out on a mission, I want to feel more like Sin than Darcy.

I had to sneak into Lorenzo's office and pull out a case file because I know he'd never willingly put me on one.

We haven't exactly been seeing eye to eye lately. He thinks he can control me, I disagree.

He always has the same argument 'you're seventeen, it's my responsibility to look after you'. He doesn't understand that it's unnecessary, if I can handle six years in that dungeon by myself, I can handle anything.

We had an huge argument yesterday, where I gave him an ultimatum. I would either come and go as I please or I would leave completely and he never sees me again. I felt bad when I saw the worried look on his face when he obviously ended up agreeing but I reassured him that I would never put myself in danger.

Now as I walk through the hallway in my all black outfit with my duffle filled with assault weapons and grenades, I'm thinking I may have broken that promise.

"Where are you going?" A voice behind me makes me jump. I turn around and see Santiago who's only wearing pyjama bottoms that hang loosely off his hips, revealing his numerous tattoos.

"Out," I answer bluntly, not feeling as if I owe him any explanation. "At one am?" He questions while approaching me. I ignore him and continue walking down the hall.

"Stop," He says, catching up to me and blocking my way. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Like what," I ask.

"You know what," He rolls his eyes. "You've been ignoring me, why?" He questions, looking genuinely confused.

I don't reply, only staring into his eyes as I watch his attention turn to my lips.

In a split second I'm being pushed through the door behind me and into the movie room. I drop the duffle bag as his lips connect with mine.

He kisses me with the same passion he did that night, his hands grasp my hair as he desperately tries to keep me as close to him as possible.

"Stop, I need to go," I pant as he kisses my neck. He ignores me so I push him off.

"Where are you going?" He asks again. I ignore him but he beats me over to the duffle bag, immediately unzipping it. "Really? Ever heard of privacy," I mumble sarcastically.

"What are you planning to do with these?" He asks, slightly concerned. "None of your business," I reply, grabbing the bag out of his hands and exiting the room.

He follows me out, "At least let me come with you," He demands.

I scoff at his neediness but eventually cave in when he promises he won't tell Lorenzo if he can join me. Although me and Lorenzo have a deal that I can go out whenever, I think he'll take it back if he finds out i'm going on missions.

"Fine but we're taking my bike," I say, pointing to my Aprilia RSV4 that's parked in front of the house. "Can I drive it?" He asks hopefully, to which I laugh in his face. "Never in a million years," I chuckle, while climbing on.

He climbs on, interweaving his muscle arms together around me causing me to get a feeling in the pit of my stomach but ignore it.

We speed off into the night, beginning our hours long trip to the warehouse. The twinkling lights of the streets of Italy are eventually replaced with the pitch black night that surrounds these deserted country roads.

Once we make it within a mile of our location, I pull over and discreetly park my bike behind some bushes. "Where are we?" Santiago asks, looking around at the completely empty dirt road.

"There's a warehouse about a mile that way," I explain, pointing into the dark, silent forrest. We begin walking through it, as I explain the plan.

"So basically the warehouse belongs to this guy, Sergio Aldo and he's been manufacturing and selling weapons," I say. "Oh," Santiago says in realisation, immediately understanding the problem.

Lorenzo can't have anyone starting an arms dealing business and taking away his customers on his territory, so anyone that attempts it has to be eliminated.

"So we just go in there and take them all out?" He asks while climbing over a fallen tree.

"No, it's too dangerous," I explain. "We don't know the layout of the building or how many people are in there, the plan is to set it on fire with a few grenades and then to pick them off one by one and they come filing out." I clarify.

We make it to the edge of the forrest, the warehouse coming into view. We lay down on the dirt and camouflage ourselves behind some shrubs. "You know how to use one of these?" I tease as I hand him a sniper.

He rolls his eyes at me and sets it up as I do the same. "You do the honours," Santiago says, handing me a grenade out of the bag. I sit up, pulling the pin out before lobbing it towards the warehouse.

Santiago and I both grab numerous grenades and repeat the process. I have to admit he has got a much better arm than me, he was even able to get some on the roof.

We aim our snipers as each employee comes rushing out the building, taking them out one by one. "Shut up," Santiago mumbles after hearing me snicker at his terrible aim.

Once the last person comes out, we switch to our AK's and head towards the building, entering it seamlessly.

We patrol the halls, searching each room as the building burns around us."Sin!" Santiago shouts, alerting me to the man in the doorway aiming his glock at me.

Two gunshots fire into the air as I duck. I look up and see the man's brains splattered across the wall. "You okay?" He asks while grabbing my hand and helping me up. My whole body is numb but I ignore it, nodding yes.

We dart out the building, hearing sirens in the distance as we return to out bag. We grab our weapons and run into the forest, blending into the trees as the police pull up.

We're laughing as we make it back to the bike, the adrenaline filling us with an euphoric feeling.

We hop onto the bike and speed off, heading a different direction to the way we came in order to avoid the arriving firefighters.

"Fuck." I groan as my bike eventually stops, having ran out of fuel. "Wow that was great," Santiago pants happily, seemingly unfazed by the fact that we're stranded along the side of this desert road.

He climbs off the bike and walks off the road, sitting on a grassy hill that overlooks the moon in the night sky.

I follow him and sit next to him.

"I haven't done something like that in so long," He smiles. "You used to go on missions?" I ask curiously. "Yeah, with my dad." He clarifies.

We spend twenty minutes just talking about everything and anything. He told me about his dad running the Spanish mafia and how he used to take him on missions when he got old enough and I told him about how I met this guy in Russia who trained me and also took me out on missions.

We joked and laughed for what seemed like hours, never having an awkward silence. "You know I think we'd really get along if you gave me a chance, even as friends," He confided.

"Yeah, maybe," I sighed. "So how are we getting home," I change the subject. I go to sit up from my lying down position on the grass but my head get's extremely light headed. I have to blink furiously for my vision to return.

"I don't know, we can't exactly call a taxi," He chuckles, "We have all these weapons and you look like an axe murderer with all that blood," He adds.

I want to laugh, finding it funny but my brain seems to not be responding. "Where did all that blood come from?" He asks, now leaning in and inspecting my top.

I watch the colour in his face physically drain as he realises that I had been standing no where near close enough to that man for this much of his blood to get on me.

"Fuck!" He shouts. "Why didn't you say anything," He says, rushing to take my jacket off to find my wound.

To be honest I didn't even realise it myself until just right now, I guess the adrenaline was wearing off as the pain began to set in.

"It's fine, you're going to be fine," He reassures while rolling up my jacket and placing it to my shoulder. My head is foggy as I watch him pull out his phone, urgently talking to someone.

My head rests against the grassy hill as I close my eyes and drift off.