Alessio
* 7 months later *
I hear the buzzing of the prison doors opening for the last time. My organge jumpsuit is left behind on the floor of the holding cell and for the first time since they sentaced me five months ago I'm dressed in a actual suit again. It feels nice to wear something that hasn't been worn by countless people before me.
Ice and Dean are both waiting for me outside. Dean is grinning as usual and Ice is looking stony.
"Hello brother." Dean greets me in Italian as he slaps me on the back. "You have no idea how hard father is going to beat your ass when we get home." I just scoff, that man is way to scared of me to actually touch me ut he'll definitly scream at me for a while.
"Whatever I'm way to important, we all know you have no chance at leading the Familia." Dean just laughs.
"It's good to see you again Boss." Ice just said more words than I've ever heard him say in a sentance.
"You too Ice." It doesn't take us long after that to get out of the jail. The judge sentanced me to a year and it was pardoned to five months after a week. The FBI really underestimated how many high up people are in the pockets of the Familia.
Dean's Mercedes is waiting for us outside and it roars as we pull out of the parking lot. It reminds me of another time I was out driving.
"Have you found her yet?" I do not need to make it more clear who I'm asking about. Ice has held contact with me during my entire time as a prisoner so he knows exactly who I'm talking about.
"Look for yourself Boss." Ice hands me a file from where he is sitting in the backseat. I flip it open and a picture of a blonde woman walking with a grocery bag is the first thing I see.
"Ice, I told you she's a brunette." I'm irritated as hell. Can't find her in five months my ass.
"Flip, Boss." I turn the page and a picture of the same woman but with her face in the shot. I don't reconise her for a second, she has green eyes and is blond but she is undoubtedly Naitee Joshi. I just stare at her for a few minutes before I flip to the next page.
Location: Fairbanks, Alaska
Name: Lucy Lorren
Age: 26
Occupation: Unemployed
"Perfect." I shut the file and stare out at the landscape passing by.
"We have the private jet waiting for us. Father wants to know about how the deal is going with the mexicans." Dean gives me a look from the drivers seat.
"I upped our payment with two million dollars but otherwise it should be fine, they had a security leak aswell so they were only more eager to push the deal. They tried to hide that but it was obvious." Dean chuckles.
"So what are you going to do to her?" I cannot explain in detail what I am going to do so instead I say; "I am going to ruin her." I smile. "Thoroughly."
In a month I will have my revenge. I will go back to Italy, calm everyone down a bit, kill some people and let out some frustration and then I'll be back. Back for my sweet, intelligent and absolutley doomed FBI agent. She will not know what hit her until it's to late.
Naitee
* 1 month later *
The short walk to the coffee shop is one I know well by now. Up the main street, a left and a right. It's the best one in town. Tara greets me with a smile as I walk in and I say a cheery, "Godmorning!" I stand in line for only a short while before I get to order. I choose take away as usual because even though it's a really pretty Cafe I prefer to drink while I walk. My contacts itch in my eyes and more than ever I wish that I just would've chosen too keep driving instead of stopping at that damn motel. My blonde hair is in a ponytail and I'm wearing probably four layers of clothes.
Tara hands me the warm cup ans I smile at her placing the money with a generous tip on the desk.
The air in is cold, it's Oktober now and the first snow has fallen. My birthday was two weeks ago and I celebrated it alone making up ways to torture Alessio if I ever met him again. He single handedly derailed my entire live. My toes start to freeze as I walk and I pick up my pace.
It starts snowing and the flakes land on my eyelashes and in my hair. My cup is empty and I'm frozen through and through when I step in the door of the my house. It's basically a cottage, one floor with a bathroom, a bedroom, a couch with a TV and a fullly eqquipped kitchen. Basically every nook and cranny is filled with guns. It's like a very paranoid grandma bought and filled a house only to move out right after. The door looks automatically behind me and I start to peel the layers off. It's a routine by now taking out my lenses and my four winter coats.
Ever since I moved here I've been extremely bored. The first month I spent so paranoid I only left the house when I really needed to then after that I was just bored. I jump onto my couch and just as I'm about to start the TV a buzzing sound comes from my pocket.
I stiffen. My burner phone is in that pocket and there's only one reason for Ross to text me. I pick up the phone with shaky hands and my suspicions are confirmed.
Alessio's out for a month, spotted in the states again yesterday /R
A month ago?? / L
Ross is telling me Alessio got out a month ago and he didn't tell me?
Didn't want u 2 worry, stay safe and be suspicious / R
Not worried? I've been anything but careful this last month and he's telling me this now? I look completly diffferent but someone could still have found me. Shit. I look around like Alessio is going to jump out of the closet but it's silent as always. Just me, no animals or friends or anything basically.
Ok / L
I get up out of the couch. I pull out the hidden compartment under the TV and take out one of the glocks, tucking it into my waist band. I spin around the room and walk over to the kitchen, it's fully stocked as always. I can stay in here for a month without ever leaving. I close the curtains to the few windows I have, all bulletproof ofcourse and make sure evry alarm is on.
I'm supposed to be as safe as anyone can be but for some reason my stomach is telling me that's it's only a question of time. I wish there was a way I could track Alessios movements but it's impossible to do from Alaska.
Instead I have to settle for laying in my bed in my bedroom, which is the only room without a window with a loaded gun pointed ready to use on anyone who tries to walk in. Atleast if he comes to get me I'll give him a present, emptying my clip in him.