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lucianna.

“ No…don’t bother. “    Her world was just flipped. A few hours ago, she was just ready to end her day, preparing to rest for a new day. She didn’t expect she was not going to have her life back. It wasn’t there was so much to go back there, her best friend was in Europe that couldn’t even reply to her on time and just a month ago, her boyfriend moved across the country, only to break up after week over a text and a week after that, he was with some girl. People had already moved on. The only thing she had left was the flower shop and she couldn’t even call it her own. She would miss her customers, the friends she had made for almost three years but they had other people in their lives. Lucy doubt they would miss her. So really, the last thing she had in mind was food even if the last meal she had ate was just some french toast and milk.    “ I’m not really that hungry. “    Lucy was not even sure she was going to make it through the next day, so what’s the point?

She wanted to hold on to his words, get some explanation or something but didn’t they say that ignorance was a bliss? That’s how she was living her life anyway. It was full of lies and she had swam in it. What you didn’t know won’t hurt you. Those were the words some people lived by and now she understood why saying like that exists. Live like we’re dying. Another saying that she wished she had  lived by. Lucy didn’t think did day would have come where she was going to worry about when she is going to die. She didn’t think every second counts. Lucy knew that now but it’s too late.    “ Okay. I wouldn’t hold my breath though. Like probably, I wouldn’t have to soon…”     The thought was somehow dark. He had assure her that she wouldn’t die but he was not exactly reliable.   

“ Wow, I thought I will be worth more than that. Maybe because I’m a college drop out. I’ll probably worth a little more. “    Lucy attempted a laugh but it came so dry the little humor she attempted to pull didn’t fell through. She wanted to ask if who got his highest pay check but she thought that might be pushing it. She looked up at him and…he smiled? It was brief and with all the anger and edginess that on it earlier, that felt a little alien on his face. Lucy didn’t think he was capable of that but he did and it felt a little weird. It didn’t mean it wasn’t nice though. It was more than nice. She wondered how many people saw that smile. She really didn’t think he does that a lot. But then again, what did she know about him?   “ I knew it. They want my head. “  

When he moved back to his room, her eyes went to his door and wondered how fast could she run until she would be out of his sight and she remembered the almost failing grade she had in gym class which made her dismiss the idea. She was tired anyway. Her mind was fully awake but her body was almost drained of energy. She couldn’t even be sad about discovering her father was actually a mobster who had made enemies that was after for her life. At some point, she knew the pain will creep up again but for now, she was keeping it at bay.

His words just made her shrugged. It wasn’t like it was the first time she heard it. From her father to her guidance counselor. Being too kind was her fatal flaw, they said.    “ Yeah. I know. All the people in my life said that. “    She agreed but she didn’t know what else to do. That’s all she ever know. It’s her best and worst trait. How many people had taken advantage of that? She was not exactly a push over but she easily lets go of things. Lucy simply didn’t have time to let negative feelings grew in her heart. It was a gift to herself, more than anything.    “ And I agree, you really don’t deserve all of that, no offense. But don’t think I was being kind to you. I was more being kind to myself. I like being kind. It’s an addiction really. I wanna punch myself for that sometimes. But you know, just because you don’t deserve it, doesn’t mean you didn’t have to experience some act of kindness. “   She said before standing up.

 “ Anyway, I’ll just…”    She picked up the clothes he lend her and went to the direction where he went earlier, assuming it was the bathroom. She released a breath she was holding as soon as she closed the door behind her. Her eyes went to the little exhaust, thinking she could squeezed herself in but not without making too much noise. Realizing she didn’t feel even a tiny speck of disappointment that her only chance of escaping was not going to work, Lucy knew that at that moment, the safest place in the world for her was his apartment. A stranger’s apartment. A stranger who had tried to kill him. Oh god. Lucy didn’t even know his name and yet, considering he had save her life, he was probably the only person she could trust right now. She just let that thought sink in her mind as she kicked her shoes and started changing. She washed her face and used the towel nearby and she could practically smell him on it.

The shirt and the boxers are probably a little loose but it’s at least comfortable. With her hand keeping the short from falling, Lucy went out of the bathroom and returned to where she was sitting, putting her feet up then hugged her knees.    “ You know, I was thinking…will you ever tell me your name? Or I will just forever address you as the dude who tried to kill me but didn’t? “     Resting her head on her knees, she looked at him and laughed before turning her expression into a more serious one.     “ I didn’t know why you chose to spare me but thank you. It’s really a bad choice if I’m being honest. Killing me will save us all the trouble but you didn’t You obviously think my life is worth more than 300K dollars so thank you. “

       His fingers fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, his head cocking to the side as she spoke. Ace’s lips pressed together, pursing before he spoke. “ We aren’t the Queen of Hearts. “ his voice was soft, not intimidating by any means. He wasn’t surprised by her answer, on the outside it would seem they’d be that graphic. Wanting him to walk into Jason’s office, her severed head dangling in his hands. The graphic image almost making his face twist, he didn’t want to imagine her that way. “ They’d want to come see for themselves. Insurance type of stuff. Make sure you’re really dead. Take photos for keeps. “ He said, bitting down on his lower lip to stop him from talking. She didn’t need to know that, because as far she knew, it could still happen. And as far as he knew too, he’d be right along next to her. 

       Ace’s elbows were at his knees, his fingers clasped as they spoke. It was weird, sitting here with her. He had followed her for two weeks, watching her every move. Learning her habits and schedule. He knew where she lived, and even where she got her coffee in the morning. Yet, she didn’t know any of that. Ace wasn’t sure if he wanted her to, since it all would seem awkward at this point. As if sitting with your assassin on his sofa wasn’t the epitome of an awkward situation. He turned towards her, scanning her face. “ If everyone says it, maybe you should listen. “ He responded, his colder exterior trying to build back up. Even if it wouldn’t last but a few seconds before it’d fall again. 

       Her response made his expression fall. It wasn’t because she agreed, he knew damn well he deserved no kindness. Yet, it was her last response, ‘just because you don’t deserve it, doesn’t mean you didn’t have to experience some act of kindness’. How could she say that? He held a gun to her head and yet she still wanted to show him kindness? His eyes went back to the scarf wrapped around his knuckles. She used her own scarf to help you. Rang through his mind, a frown falling on his lips. He didn’t deserve any help. Even if he helped her, it didn’t make up for who he was. Ace had killed more people than serial killers labeled as monsters on the news. No one would give them kindness, why was he any different? 

        As she left the room, he unwrapped her scarf, setting it next to him. His mind was whirling as he chugged the rest of his beer. He got up, walking to the kitchen. His bruised knuckled reached for his freezer, opening it. As his eyes landed on the whiskey bottle he looked over to see if she had came out yet, before reaching for it. Alcohol, the only thing that brought him peace. An underlining problem he had, but would never care to fix. Unscrewing the cap, he let the liquid run down his throat. His tastebuds numb from the taste, like they had for a few years now. His face twisted for a second before he shoved the bottle back into the freezer. His body already felt more warm, more relaxed. A smug smile resting on his lips as he let the warmth take over his body. 

       It wasn’t long after she came out, his head moving to the sound of his door shutting. His eyes landing on the petite brunette, almost swallowed by his shirt. A tight smile brought to his lips, trying to seem peaceful to her. If he was really going to help her, he couldn’t stay cold to her. Not that he wanted to, it was almost a reflex for him. To shut out anyone who was around him, to only do his job. He looked away from her until she sat on the couch, meeting her gaze as she spoke up once again. Ace’s gaze moved to his feet, before meeting her eyes again. “ It’s⏤ It’s Ace. “ He said, pulling his lips into a tight smile. It didn’t cross his mind to introduce himself, he didn’t think she really cared to know his name. “ But, you’re more than welcome to call me the dude who didn’t kill you. “ He shrugged his shoulders, “ Seems cooler anyway. “ Ace wasn’t sure why he was being more talkative, he was sure it was the alcohol rushing through his veins. 

       He couldn’t say he disagreed. It all would have been much easier if he just shot her then in the shop, but there’s a reason he didn’t. He was just still learning why. His fingers scratched the back of his neck as he leaned back into the couch, his whole body relaxing. “ Money isn’t everything. “ He said simply, with a shrug. His eyes meeting her gaze again, “ I kill bad people. People who have done harm to others. Someone who harms the world and the people around them. Someone better off dead. You don’t seem like someone who has hurt anyone. You aren’t better off dead. “ Ace quickly looked away, clearing his throat. “ Do you want something to drink? “ He offered, standing up anyway, walking towards the kitchen. 

       He had said too much, even he felt uneasy. He pressed his eyes shut, standing in front of the fridge. His hand was on the handle to his fridge, standing there like a mannequin in a store window. An urge to punch a wall came through him, his fingers grasping the handle harder. Pulling the door open, he grabbed a water. He wasn’t sure what she wanted, and didn’t want to assume alcohol. With a deep breath, he walked back into the living room, making his way to her slowly. With the water extended to her he spoke, “ Here. “ He said simply. His eyes falling on her innocent face, or what he assumed was innocent. What he hoped was innocent. 

       After giving her the water, he made his way back to his room. Only to grab a pillow and blanket for himself for the night. There was no way he’d let her sleep out on the couch. If someone were to come in and see her, they’d be dead. Or if she ran in the middle of the night, they’d be dead. Not that she couldn’t slip out in the middle of him being asleep. It was a better chance than him being in the bedroom. Ace sat softly back on the couch, sitting his things on the other side of the couch. “ You’re more than welcome to go sleep in my room whenever. I’ll sleep out here. “ He said, offering her a small tight smile. 

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kash.

“Cloud Seven?” He inquired, confusion quite obvious on his expression. He pulled Grayson closer to him as he started leading their way to somewhere else. “I think it’s Cloud fucking Nine, bro!” He corrected with a chuckle, “C’mon, let’s get us some more soda pop.” He breathed out. When they reached the kitchen, he opened one of the ice boxes because he knew that fridges were always a no go in house parties. He took out two coca-cola and handed the other one to Gray. “Fuck, you know what’s the best shit to do when high?” He chugged down his cold coke, wiped his mouth after, and continue speaking. “Fucking, man, or making out! So damn orgasmic when high, let me tell you.” He then pressed his lips together and released out a breath. “Nyway, I might be bouncing out here soon for burgers, wanna come with?”

       Grayson let Kash guid him to the kitchen, standing near the sink while he grabbed some soda. He reached, taking one of the sodas for himself, opening it up. The familiar fizz sound filling his ears as he brought it to his lips to drink. Parties made him anxious, no matter who he was around. His gaze followed around the room, watching as sloshed people bumped into walls or screaming into the air like fools. As Kash spoke, his gaze wandered back to him. While the topic of sex usually made him flustered, he couldn’t help but chuckle at his response. “Yeah?“ He questioned with a shrug, “Guess I wouldn’t know. I’m sure it does though, since your brain is releasing more endorphins when you’re high anyway. So mix that with having sex I’m sure it’s out of this world orgasmic.“ He said, taking another sip of his drink. At his offering, he nodded eagerly. “Anything to get me out of this place, I’m down.” he said, finishing off his soda before setting it in the sink. “Ever been to Lucky’s? I say we go there, best burger shop open after midnight if you ask me.” 

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muse a is your typical, spoiled rotten rich girl who doesn’t take no for an answer. you’d expect her parents to be rude and snotty just like their daughter but that couldn’t be further away from the truth, they’re humble because they didn’t come from wealthy families, they worked hard for it. but because they gave muse a everything she wanted growing up, she couldn’t help but be a brat. she constantly spent her parents’ money like it was nothing and never bothered to say thank you. deciding that she needed a reality check, they told her that she was going to spend her summer soaking up the sun in the bahamas and that they were sending her on a private jet. of course muse a was ecstatic, but when the plane landed, she was no where near bahamas. instead, she was at an airport in oklahoma, being picked up by muse b’s family who decided to be her host. her credit cards were immediately cancelled and her phone was cut off. she couldn’t get back on the plane, she would be staying with them at their farm for the entire summer and she had no choice but to work on the farm, do chores, and things that she never had to do before. muse b can’t stand muse a, he thinks she’s lazy, stuck up, and annoying. he thinks she’s a complete bitch with no emotions, which is why he’s surprised when he finds muse a crying by the lake one night.

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you know what i need? i need a “my bf/gf and i used to get along so well and we were so in love but now we’re kind of in a blah place and they only really want to have sex whenever they see me and our dates are boring and wierd, and one day i was walking home from one of those awful dates and saw you sitting outside a restaurant holding flowers looking lost and defeated and i asked you if you were okay and you said ‘he/she stood me up’, so i invited you in for drinks and food and we’re talking and you’re so cute and who thE FUCK WOULD EVER STAND YOU UP and we become friends and we like each other a bit but my bf/gf is still around and idk what to do and—wait are you kissing me?” plot

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plots based off the 1975 lyrics 1/?

i’ll shoot him if it’s what you ask; criminals au!! muse a and b both grew up with nothing in front of them but a life of crime. no money, no prospects – nothing but each other. give me drunken afternoons in abandoned buildings talking about their future, give me fights over money and drugs and alcohol. but uh oh sudden surprise pregnancy twist. give me muse b finally deciding how to get the life they want for their baby; by robbing a gas station/bottle shop. they finally get their friends on board and do it without any real plan but muse b ends up getting shot and it turns into a whole shit show because they’re too scared to go to the hospital. give me muse a sobbing while they try and stitch muse b up. give me messy kisses in piles of money. give me a hectic, messy plot where two troubled babies try and make a life for themselves in the midst of the pressure of an unplanned pregnancy and running from the police!!

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2000s songs inspired Plot Bunnies

cool - gwen steffani: two years ago, muse a and muse b had a whirlwind summer romance. there was so much chemistry between them, they were inseparable, until unforeseeable conflict tore them apart. muse b called up muse a after getting engaged, in hopes of staying at muse a’s lake house over the summer. muse a invites them over, knowing that they’re in a prosperous relationship of their own. however, neither of them anticipated that they would feel the same way after all this time.

gold digger - kanye west ft. jamie foxx: muse a is notorious for chasing after wealthy individuals. muse a stakes out at high profile parties and targets lonely socialites to leech off of. muse b, completely oblivious to muse a’s games, welcomes muse a into their life of luxury. muse b jet sets around the world with muse a in tow and after a little manipulation, muse a realizes they may have genuine feelings. 

what goes around comes around - justin timberlake: muse a’s best friend’s significant other has been cheating. muse b, the cheater in question, is notorious for getting bored and moving on whenever they please. muse a, determined to get revenge, devises a plot to seduce muse a and ruin them the way muse b ruined everyone else. muse b takes the bait and falls head over heels. but is muse a catching feelings too?

sunday morning - maroon 5: muse a and muse b have been friends with benefits for years. neither of them want to admit that it’s more than sex, but muse a is trying to make the transition into a relationship. as their lives grow more chaotic with work/school, muse a encourages muse b to stay in bed a little longer than usual, stay the night maybe. muse b, scared of commitment but head over heels, struggles to decide whether to take a leap into a relationship or ghost muse a completely.

mr. brightside - the killers: muse a catches muse b cheating and it’s a clusterfuck. the two have been exclusive for so long, they don’t know how to be out of a relationship. muse a is ready to end it all, despite still being hopelessly in love with muse b. muse b, consumed with guilt, would do anything to repair their relationship. will they survive this fight? 

crazy in love - beyonce: muse a doesn’t usually fall in love easily, in fact they’re notoriously distant. however, muse b comes in like a hurricane. they meet one night at a bar, hookup that night, and their sex is intoxicating. muse b sneaks out the next morning, leaving without so much as an introduction. muse a, determined to see muse b again, returns to the place they met every night until muse b shows up. they start hooking up wherever they can, whenever they can. 

iris - goo goo dolls: muse a and muse b have been in love with each other since they were kids but the timing has never been right. either muse a in a relationship or muse b is. no matter what, they always pick up the broken pieces whenever the other is hurting. because they’ve been in love for so long, it’s only a matter of time before they drop everything and get together.

ms. jackson - outkast: muse a is wrong for muse b and everyone knows this. muse a finds a way to screw up their relationship with muse b to the point that no one in muse a’s family approves. the two are hopelessly in love but it’s hard for muse b to continue to forgive muse a. will muse a step up and mature? 

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hello someone give me a plot where it’s winter break & everyone left to go home for the holidays except for 2 ppl (who for whatever reason decided to/had to stay at school) who live on the same floor & they both think they’re ALONE so they’re like doin WHATEVER they want,, walkin around in just their underwear, playin loud music, havin a grand old time,,,,,, until they realize someone ELSE is there doin the same thing just down the hall. yikes ! but then they figure, hey, we should just do this shit together and not be ALONE for christmas & so then they just do all the holiday stuff 2gether like bakin cookies and watching stupid hallmark movies and being total idiots together & even tho they weren’t rly friends before now they’re gettin REAL close real quick and asjhksahalkh it can be super cute just give me ~HOLIDAY FLUFF~ pls before i die :))

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My best friend is getting married and I’m her maid of honour so now I have to make a trip across the country alone because my lame boyfriend chose work over me but wait because my best friend isn’t okay with that so she has her brother come with me and hold on he looks nothing like that summer we spent together six years ago when we first kissed and spent all night laughing and talking and maybe I felt something for him and not to mention he left for college without saying anything after that to me so why is he acting like I did him wrong???

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*screams* i want a plot where a guy goes on a roadtrip just wandering around the state trying to find meaning of life with his big ass doggo and one day he comes to diner where this shy young woman works and like her boss is always yelling at her and she has abusive boyfriend and her father used to be abusive as well and this guy he is the first man who ever treated her nicely and he just asks her completely out of the blue if she doesn’t want to leave with him and she’s like “why not?” so she takes all of her things and leaves with him. pleaseee!

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lucianna.

It wasn’t like she had a death wish. Definitely not. But it would really had been better. She had envisioned what their life was going to be like, together with him or not. Either way, she imagined it would just be a lot of running away for survival. She was not good at running away, she liked to go with the flow through a calm river. Being on the run was not the kind of pace she could keep up. Killing her was a better option. It would been the end of her suffering and him going on with whatever kind of life he was living. To why he chose to spare her, it was beyond what she could fathom. Asking him as an option but she had a feeling he couldn’t give him an answer. There were on a same page when it came to this.

Thinking about it, Lucy realized that it was the very first time she had really thought about her future. Lucy liked to live in the moment, her father had said so. It was her dominant trait as what he said. He was not wrong. His college track record was the proof of that. She couldn’t stick to a major. Veterinary Science, Astronomy, Journalism—a couple more and just as soon she started Botany, she decided to have a flower shop. Stefano gave her that without a question. She supported every impulsive decision she made as long as she was happy. And she really were. She was contended with waking up early to open her shop, accepting twenty bucks from construction workers and gave them a seventy dollars worth of flower arrangement to bring home to their wives. It brought her priceless joy hearing their stories and sometimes, she would even get invited to their child’s birthday party. Seeing a child smile after she gave them mylar balloons after their mother fill out an order. Those simple things fulfills her and now, she couldn’t go back to that life.

She raised her brow when he said he was not going to die, more confused than anything.    “ I’m not? “      Lucy sounded ungrateful and she knew she should be but it was hard when the only thing that popped in her head were a couple dozen of question marks.   “ Fine. “    She grumbled and leaned on the window of the car again. Lucy attempted to do what he suggested but she simply couldn’t. Her eyes were droopy, heavy as it grew tried from crying but a lot of questions were racing in her mind. Most of them, she couldn’t even understand but all the sobbing tired her out. Her tears may had run dry but now, there was void in her heart, once filled with happiness now it was open for pain and she couldn’t stop it once it decided to rush back in again.

She remained silent for the rest of the ride until they came to a stop. For she was not sure if they were still within the state but she never really been here before. One thing was for sure though as she looked at around her, the street was surrounded with residential buildings, it didn’t look like a potential crime scene. She let him guide her, noticing that she no longer had a gun on her back which again, should make her feel grateful but her confusion only grew. Lucy had never been to a killer’s house and what welcomed her was not what she expected. It wasn’t that she had expected her to be  dark or gruesome or have a bloody plethora of weapons in it. It was the vibe that was surprising. It felt like home.  Mostly because it reminded her of her apartment too. It’s almost similar except for the lack of picture frames with embarrassing picture worth a throwback in Instagram. Lucy’s eyes went from the bag to the him. She was a little lost.

Lucy hadn’t realized how much she was trying in taking everything in, imagine how he moved in every corner of the place, when he came back and asked a question.    “ Uhm…uh…”   She finally opened the bag and looked inside of it, frowning when nothing in the bag appealed to her appetite although, it wasn’t exactly because of the food. Lucy couldn’t think any of it at the moment so she set down the bag to the nearby table.   “ Still safe from the parasitic worm that is inhabiting my stomach. “   Okay, that was gross and a lie because there was no parasitic worm living in her stomach. Lucy liked to think so. It was just simply a joke she had picked from one of her customers. 

While she listened to him tried to explain things, she noted how his demeanor changed. There was still the traces of a closed off broody guy, his eyes still heavily tinted with coldness but he was relaxed and awkward at the same time. Lucy almost half-smiled.     “ It’s oka…well, it’s not. Nothing is okay. But you don’t have to explain things, I get it. “   At least, that part. Lucy still have a lot of questions but this time, it was just overwhelming. They both need rest.    “ Yeah, clothes will be great. Thanks. “  

Her eyes fell on the bruised knuckles. It look bad but maybe he deserved that after what he did. But she knew deep in inside that none of this was his fault. She also knew that it would bother her and probably wouldn’t be able to sleep if she will just leave his had like that so she rolled her eyes, huffed and walked closer to him.    “ Let me see that. “     She grabbed his forearm, not giving him time to protest or grab the gun again, to inspect the damage. Her finger lightly touched his knuckles to check for possible broken carpals.    “ I don’t have x-ray vision so I really don’t know for sure if it broken but…”    She trailed off as she removed the scarf she twisted to use as a headband from her head and started wrapping it around his hands.  

“ Can I ask you a question? “    She bit her lower lip, chewed on it a bit as she found herself hesitating.     “ How much is it? How much are they going to pay you if you rendered me death? How much is my worth? “    Well, that was not exactly the question she had in mind but sometimes, when things get a little heavy, her thoughts like to do an involuntary U-Turn.    “ 50K? 100K? Half-million? You know, I think half-million is enough to fake an identity and move to Mexico. I got A in Spanish when I was in high school. I can blend in. I’m just saying, I wouldn’t miss my pinky toe in case you want to cash in the money. Well, that’s a joke, not actually suggestion. Sorry, I just…”    Lucy sighed, trailing off from her ramblings as she finished tying him up.    “ Sorry it’s just, comedic relief calms me.”   She explained before backing away to his couch before he change his mind about killing her.   

“ Just don’t move it too much. And put hot compress over it. And avoid fist bumping a wall. “     Lucy sunk into his couch and looked down at her lap and pretend her fingers had something in it that was interesting.

      His eyes grazed his living room, a sigh of relief leaving his lungs. Ace was one of the youngest in his crew, at least of those who could actually do things. So it wasn’t uncommon for him to get all a lot of the missions, being more diligent and less known to the authorities. So when Ace was able to come home, he cherished it. Never leaving the couch, always ordering in so he didn’t have to go back out into the world. The cruel world he despised, the world he wished he was never born too. He never felt love, he only knew what it was and how it felt from his surroundings. From what he taught himself. He yearned it of course, but you can’t miss something you never had. 

       Ace couldn’t find words, he knew he had to say something. Anything. Yet, what could he say? He had kidnapped her, forced her from her comfortable habitat. Dragged her to this unfamiliar place, with the person whom she only knew as a murderer. A form formed on his lips, he was a murderer, and that was it. He didn’t have friends, family, not even a pet. He lived by the rules of Jasons game, and lived to only be able to breathe the next day. As he approached the couch, his gaze landed on and off of Lucy. He couldn’t help but smile ever so softly at her joke, knowing the cheap food was probably not something she wanted in her stomach. “ I uh, think I could find something in my fridge? “ He offered, even though he knew there was nothing but condiments and alcohol in there. 

       Acceptance was the last thing he expected from her. A confused look was brought to his eyes, almost trying to understand how she was acting. After all he did, and she still treated him with respect? A weight was lifted from his shoulders, almost a clarity that what he did, may not have been the wrong thing. “ I’ll explain. Just be patient. “ He said simply, not wanting her to think he would leave her questioning forever. He nodded lightly, turning back to make his way to his room. Gathering some clothes for her to sleep in. He almost wished he made a stop at her place, letting her grab clothes for herself. Yet, he knew it wouldn’t of been a good idea. She could have ran, or they could have been caught. He sat the clothes on the arm of the cough, his lips pressing together. “ There you go, “ He said, “ You can change in the bathroom if you life. Or, I can leave the room⏤” 

       A shock jolted him as she moved towards him, one of his feet stepping backwards. His body tensing as she grabbed his arm. His mind flashing to how he grabbed her not long before, pushing it behind her back with his gun. Confusion set in his gut, not knowing what to think. Her soft touches on his bruised knuckles causing shivers to race up his arm. It was a different touch than he was used to, it was pure. Gentle. His eyes moved from his knuckles to her gaze, trying to keep up his masked face he had kept since they met. “ I can move them, there’s probably just some fracturing. “ He muttered, wincing as she wrapped a scarf snuggly around his hand. Once she was done, he pulled his hand away, rubbing his thumb over the cloth. “ Thank you.. “ He said, stepping away from her. 

       He moved, sitting down on one side of the couch, keeping is distance. He didn’t want to scare her, or himself. Everything was still rocky, and he knew he had no right to speak to her. Even if he couldn’t handle silence. Thankfully, her voice broke the silence. His head moving to look at her. She started on one of her ramblings, trying to make some kind of humor as she had before. Ace didn’t get why she did this, why she tried to make light of any of it. “ Uhh. “ He trailed, his mind froze, almost unable to pull that information back. “ For you? 300k. “ he knew she deserved to know something. If knowing the price of her life was worth it, so be it.  “ I’m afraid a pinky toe doesn’t do it. “ He said, an actual smile forming onto his lips as he spoke. 

       Where the smile had come from, he didn’t know. Maybe it was his body caving, unable to keep his hard exterior for any longer. Ace had feelings, whether he liked it or not. He felt everything, ever guilt, sadness, even happiness. It wasn’t many things that brought him that. Only when he was full of booze, relaxed on his couch as some comedy movie blared from his tv did he get to experience true joy. When your life is filled with such darkness, light hardly shines through. No matter how much he wished for it, begged for it as he laid in bed, staring out his window into the sky. 

      Ace stood from the couch, “ I’m going to go change, grab a drink. “ He said under his breath, walking into his bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he closed his eyes. Sadness built up inside him, and he only wished he could cry. It was rare that he felt this need, but he wouldn’t lie that it felt good to let it out. But he couldn’t, not here, not now. After changing his clothes, he walking out, slipping into the kitchen. He grabbed a beer, walking back into the living room. Taking a spot back on the couch, he sighed, opening the beer before taking a drink.

       “ Thank you, again. “ He said softly, his fingers running along the scarf the was wrapped around his hand. Something bubbled in his stomach, a need to speak, to let things out. His lips pressed together before he spoke, “ You shouldn’t be so kind to everyone. “ He said, looking over to her. “ Not everyone deserves such kindness. Especially me. I’m going to do everything I can to help you. But that doesn’t mean you need to be nice to me. I don’t deserve it. “ He said, muttering the last few words. He didn’t want her sympathy. Why? “ I’m⏤ a monster. I’ve done all the things you probably think I have, and more. Just because I saved your life, doesn’t mean I’ve spared anyone else’s. “ Where this had come from, he didn’t know. Yet, he knew it had to be said at some point. 

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lucianna.

Screw staying strong. Screw the new found hope. Screw everything she knew. Lucy was just stripped down to nothing. It didn’t made sense but at the same time, it did. What if he was lying? What if he was just saying to threw her off? Yet Lucy couldn’t find a reason why he would lie or why he knew her name and her father. She couldn’t figure out what would be his motivation to lie to her. Her father, however, never told her a thing, never showed him family pictures or introduced her to any relative. She didn’t question it. How could she? She was just thankful he gave her home.  But this guy with a gun held against her head told her more than he ever did. But her father—Stefano—would never hurt a fly in front of her.

What is the truth?

The truth is she couldn’t trust anyone, not even herself. Maybe, she was being punished along. Life made her think it was beautiful, that she deserves happiness…or a family when her real one was taken away from her. It was not perfect but it was great. But it gave her all that, cherish and savor it, only to rip it off of her. Everything was a lie. The life of Lucianna De Luca was just a sham. Now, she was nothing but a crumpled sheet of paper, nothing but wrinkles. 

Yet, despite his lies ( or the untold truth he failed to mention ), she couldn’t be angry with Stefano. He gave her everything. At this point, she didn’t know for sure if he truly cared for her or lover her like his own but Lucy’s love for her father was real. Her eyes scornfully fell on her phone because she knew for sure in an hour or so—maybe even less, she’s going to die. She would like to make a phone call, to thank him. For taking care of her although she didn’t even want to think of all the things he had done just to provide for her needs.

She feeling so many things at the same time that her chest tightened like someone was holding it, ready to crush it if she just take another breath. The tears didn’t stop flowing despite not feeling a thing from the rest of her body. She didn’t show any sign of resistance when he got a hold of him again. She was too weak to move that he was practically dragging her. She leaned to the window once she settled at the backseat. 

As the scenery changes right before her eyes when he starts driving, Lucy couldn’t help but put a body count on things she had in her life. That Caribbean cruise he got her with a couple of friends as a graduation gift, how many lives had suffered for it? That stupidly cute vintage car she got on her sixteenth birthday, currently park on her flower shop, who have to die just so she could have those? The clothes she was wearing, how many ounces of blood was shed just she could have something nice to wear? All of the sudden, she felt like suffocating, shifting and tugging the collar of her sweatshirt. All that she had it was paid by blood.   

“ You should have have just shoot me in my shop. “   She croaked, her voice weak and coarse from crying.     “…the shop. “    She corrected herself knowing that lives were sacrificed just to have that luxury. It didn’t feel like it belong to her now.    “ You didn’t have to drag it for this long. “     Was this her accepting her fate? Lucy wanted to live but at what cost? If it weren’t for Stefano, she wouldn’t make it this far anyway. Maybe this is life finally balancing things out. If this is meant to be, then she had no choice but to accept it.

She moved a little to rest her head on the rest her head on the edge of the backrest, her bloodshot eyes, meeting his gaze.    “  So, how bad was it? I mean, the things he done. It’s really bad, isn’t it? So bad they had to send you to kill me? Are you going to rip my head off and sent it to him in a box? Ah, you should have said it sooner. I wouldn’t cried so much. He wouldn’t recognize me with my puffed eyes. “     Lucy knew the risk of him getting shot in the face if she didn’t shut up but at least, she get to be something that Stefano didn’t give her—her dark and self-deprecating humor that would either make someone laugh or send someone into discomfort.

Or maybe, it was just her egging him on the wall, a way for him to pick up the gun and just get over with it because she was in so much pain, she felt it vibrate under her skin, numbing the rest of her sensation as the pain concentrated in her chest. All the weight of her sorrow laid heavily in her heart. She smiled through her tears as she tries to meet his eyes in the mirror as if to forgive him if ever he ends up killing her after all. He didn’t ask for her forgiveness but she didn’t blame him for anything. Surely, she was not his first kill but the way he acted on the motel room, how she was still alive, she could tell he was just pushed in this situation. All the events in her life leads to this moment and he was just the unfortunate soul who got tangled in this.    

“ Can I choose where to die? Can it be in the tallest building you could find? I wanna be as nearest to the stars as possible. Or a flower farm, I wanna be surrounded with the things I like. But if a swamp would be most convenient for you, I guess, that will work. “    He heaved a sigh as she grown tired. She felt the need to nap or sleep. It was late night after all.  But if she was really close to the end, she want to, at least, be awake for the rest of the journey. 

       It was almost impossible for him to focus on the road. With all the thoughts running through his mind. How stupid he was. How confused he was. Trying to figure out what he was going to do next. Even if he saved her life, what life will she lead now that he had? Hiding in the shadows to not be found, to not be killed? And him, doing the same? What kind of life is that, to hide and be in fear. Even if he knew it was no different than the life he already lead. Always scared he was going to be next, killing only to avoid being killed himself. It was like a war was going on in his head and he couldn’t settle it. Aces mind falling back on the gun that sat in the seat next to him, almost wanting to just put a bullet in his own brain. A thought he had many times before. 

       His thoughts were quickly broke from the girl’s pleads. Now that he had decided to spare her life, he couldn’t help but feel bad. He knew too well the fear and helplessness that came along with all of this. Ace had his life threatened more than a handful of times. Death becoming a numbing subject, like someone talking about what they wanted for dinner.  His fingers gripped the steering wheel, “ Trust me, I wish I did too. “ was all that he could say. He didn’t want to show her mercy, not because she didn’t deserve it, because he didn’t. He wasn’t a good person, and he knew that. The harsh reality was he had hurt many people, some he didn’t even remember the names of. 

        Ace sighed as she began to speak again, her desperate words eating at his soul. Did she really want to know what he had done? If it were his father, he wouldn’t. Not that his was any better than hers. His eyes caught hers for a second, the image of her bloodshot eyes burned in his brain as he looked away. “ He’s a powerful mobster. Anything bad you can think of, he has done it. No need to go into detail.” He said simply. Mostly because he didn’t want to tell her something she could figure out on her own. Lucianna’s next words confusing him. How she was being humorous he didn’t understand. As far as she knew, her life was still on the line. Yet, it still almost made him smile. His gaze flickered back up to her for only a moment, a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

        “ You’re not going to die. So please, stop talking. “ He said, almost begging her to shut up. He couldn’t take her rambling about her own death, when he was fighting himself to save her. He kept his gaze on the road, he still had 45 minutes until they arrived to his apartment, he knew it was going to be a long drive. “ Just, go to sleep or something. “ His voice monotone, yet somehow soft. Like he was defeated, unable to keep up the mask he was holding anymore. His whole body was exhausted from being so tense, angry and upset. 

       The drive felt as long as he had expected, every minute dragging along. Even if he tried drowning it out with music on the radio, it couldn’t mute the voice in his head. He had stopped for food, knowing he had to put something in his stomach⏤ and hers. Soon he pulled up to his building, sitting there for a moment. His head resting on the back of his seat. A sigh left his chest, as if weights had been thrown off his shoulders. He knew he was still in deep trouble, and was no where near out of his mess. Yet, the idea of stepping into his familiar home bringing a sense of ease over him. 

       Grabbing his things he opened the back door, looking down to the girl in the back. “ Let’s go, ” he said, waiting for her to get out of the car. He decided there was no use in force or threats anymore, letting her walk on her own. He followed closely behind her, guiding her up his stairs and to his apartment. The whole situation as foreign to him as it probably was for her. Opening up his door, another sigh left his lips as he walked in, locking it behind them. He stood for a moment, almost in a state of confusion. He lifted the bag of food, handing it to her. “ Here, you need to eat. “ He mumbled, leaving her in his living room as he moved to his bedroom, tossing his things on the floor next to the door. 

       He moved slowly back into the front room, making sure she was still even there. Ace’s gaze falling on her, a relief setting in. His demeanor was different, almost shy as he looked down to the floor. What could he possibly say? If it didn’t even make sense in his own mind. He couldn’t apologize for anything, because it wouldn’t be sincere. He wasn’t sorry he almost killed her, or kidnapped her, or that he saved her life. His fingers ran over his bruised knuckles, the pain almost feeling good. “ How.. is the food? “ He asked softly, moving farther into the room. Even he realized the idiotic question, his eyes falling back to the floor. 

       “ Look⏤ I’m not going to apologize for anything. I know things are confusing, and trust me it is for me too. Just know you’re not going to die, at least by my hands. I-I can’t really explain anything right now. Everything is just, really fucked up right now.” He rambled, his eyes boring into hers. “ I’m going to make my bed up for you so you can sleep there tonight. I prefer to be out here incase...” He trailed off, glancing up to the door for a moment. Deciding not to go on about how they were possibly in danger. “ Do you need anything? A change of clothes? I can lend you some of mine... they might be big though but it’s up to you.” 

       Ace wasn’t a soft person, he was only tired of putting up his hard exterior. After everything that happened tonight, he was sure his kindness was the bottom of surprises that night for her.

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lucianna.

If she couldn’t talk her way out of this because she couldn’t definitely make a run for it, then maybe this was lost case because she didn’t know what else to do. He was defiant, no amount of begging would sway him. The way he dodge her question was pitting her further into the dark, hope slipping through her fingers. She could lie, tell him she left it at her shop. But what good it would do? What if he would do something worse? Grab her and search the two pockets of her denim skirt? And when discovers she was lying? He would definitely shoot her for real this time?. He seemed like he had done this before. The question was, why he had not kill her yet? Or why was she still in this cheap motel room if somebody—for some reason—wanted her six feet below the ground? Or worse, tossed her rotten body in a lake and feet tot he fish. She had no idea how does one who purposely end someone life dispose their bodies.

Against her will, she hesitantly reached for the back pocket of her denim skirt. She did as he instructed, she unlocked her phone with her thumb and the picture of her and her father flashed on the screen. It was from four years ago when she just graduated high school and have braces on. He almost didn’t make it but just a couple of minutes before she was about to receive her diploma, he arrived. He remembered the bewilderment on his face accompanied with relief. She saw the remnants of fear his in his eyes, the fear that he couldn’t see his daughter receiving another milestone in her life because God knows how many he had missed a lot and even if she didn’t see it with her own eyes but she saw his struggle just to get there. She remembered how happy she was when he made it. A brief smile ghosted on her lips as she felt happy tears brimming in her eyes but she sucked it in and handed the phone to her kidnapper.

If her father could go through hell just to see her, so could she. A brand new hope started to brew in her heart. The thought soothed her. She would figure things out. It wasn’t like he will just forever brood while keeping his eyes on her. Nature would call any time soon. His movement seen though her peripheral vision made her raise her gaze on him only to find the him pointing the gun on her head again, an involuntary gasp made its way out of her lips again. She is out of breath again. Is this the end? She found herself asking the question again. 

He began talking. Lucy was almost tuning him out as she felt her body cold but the mentioned of her father got her attention.    “ Mob boss? “     She repeated as if it was foreign language word…as if she didn’t know what it meant. Of course, she knew but twenty two years of living on Earth and she couldn’t think of any instances that she had to use those words.     “ A-re…wait, are you telling me Papa is a mob boss. “     Stefano De Luca, the kind man who took him in when her parents died and despite being away longer than he stays, he made sure she would never feel abandoned, that he was loved. Never once in her life she felt like she was not isr own. How could a man kind that be a mob boss? If only there was no gun pointed in her head, she would laugh. Maybe, this was a misunderstanding after all. She could fix this.

“ Okay…see, you got this all wrong. My dad is not a mob boss. He couldn’t. He is businessman who travels a lot. He couldn’t possibly run a mafia if he doesn’t time. He…uhm…he…”    She trailed off, not sure of how to continue she was about to say. Because there was nothing. Nothing left to say. She didn’t know anything except she to take care a lot of stuff overseas. She never asked. Why would she? It’s not like it was capable of taking care what what he was doing. As the realization hit her, she slouched even more. She was losing sensation on her cheeks as she turned weak. Lucy had to press her palms on the bed to support herself.   “ No. That can be true. “    She looked up to him, head shaking, releasing the tears that she was holding back.    “ My Papa is a good man. He’s not a crimelord or whatever. You got the wrong guy. “    At this point, Lucy was not sure who she was trying to convince, him or herself.

       He took the phone from her hands, his eyes landing on her wallpaper. He lingered on Stefano’s face, his big smile and gleaming eyes as he stood next to his daughter. His eyes glanced up to Lucianna before he going back to the phone. A part of him suddenly realized how bad he had messed up. Wishing he only would have just made that second shot in the flower shop. His life wouldn’t be in as much trouble as it was. But for now, no one knew, and he had time to figure it out. Her phone showed she had not made any calls, or texts. A sort of relief washing over him. Turning her phone off, he laid it on the table.

        Trust was something he was never taught, his mentors always reminding him as so. Humans were created to be selfish, to only care about themselves. A selfless person was weak, that putting too much trust into someone was idiotic. His own parents showed him this; giving him away to the boss ( Jason ) as an insurance for their protection. Never seeing them, only living in a house of other boys. Learning to assemble guns and fight at the age of 10. If his own blood couldn’t be trusted, who could he trust? He was only loyal to his boss, doing the only thing he knew how to do. Until now. 

        His hand was steady as he held it close to her skull. His gaze cemented onto her face, trying to read every movement it made. Tears built up in her eyes, his eyes not changing or moving away from hers. His mind was far too stressed to care about her sorrow. Even if he just flipped her life upside down with the new revelation. “ Is that what he told you ? “ he scoffed. “ Your father hid it from you to protect you I’m sure. To hide all the vicious things that he has done. “ he spat, his eyes narrowing on her. Feeling even worse, to know she had nothing to do with him and what he did. Yet, she was getting punished just for being his daughter. 

       He lowered the gun, laying it next to her shattered phone on the table. In a swift moment he decided to smash it, bringing the handle of his pistol to her screen. Now knowing who her father was, he wouldn’t be surprised if he had a tracker on it. He already was worrying about his own people coming after him, he didn’t need to worry about them too. He needed to think about his plan. What he was going to do with her, and whether he was going to kill her or keep her captive. Even if he let her live, she wouldn’t be able to go back out into society. Jason would know she’s alive, someone would inform him. Then he’d be dead. If he hid her, he could pass her off as dead. Saying he burned her or fed her to some animals, but they’d need more proof than just his word. They could run, but they wouldn’t be able to stop. All the possibilities he could think of all had bad endings.  

       He dropped the gun on the table, his fist clenching. The same heat in his gut rising up his chest. Ace’s fist once again hitting a wall⏤ this it was the thick wooded door. The pain fueled him as he punched the door once more. A grunt escaping his lips, his eyes darting to his knuckles. They were red, one of his knuckles open, blood running down his finger. His eyes closed for a second, taking a deep breath. ⏤ They had to get out of there. 

      Walking to the bathroom sink he rinsed off his hand, making sure to keep an eye on the girl, and the gun on the table. “We’re leaving.” He announced, grabbing his bag that sat on the other side of the bed. He began to fill his bag with his things, The only place he could think to go was his apartment, it was the only other place he could go. This room was paid for by Jason and could be watched by Jason at any moment. He couldn’t chance keeping her here. He zipped up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “Get up, let’s go.” He commanded, grabbing the gun and her cracked phone. 

       He grabbed her forearm once again, guiding her to his car that sat right outside their door. Putting her in the back before he slipped into the front seat. Was he really making this decision? To help her? His fingers ran through his hair as he started his car. Innocent people didn’t deserve to die, to get their life taken away. He didn’t deserve it, and neither did she. At that thought, he put the car in reverse, backing out and leaving the motel behind him.