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"Some call it stalking, I say walking just extremely close behind"

Elvira

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     "You think you can disappear for years and then pop in and kick me out?" Hours had passed since my arrival in Italy. Hours mostly spent with my mother while Marco wrestled Naomi into submission and kept her on a short leash. My mother had been rather calm during the entire introduction to my new life, calmer than I had expected her to be. she understood what I needed her to do, how I wished for her to return home to Texas. Granted she had a job to return to, my brother to look after. Whereas Naomi had been forced into a early retirement after too many referrals. 

     It wasn't good for a leading agent to be causing so many issues with an Italian Mafia boss. Naomi didn't quite let that click into her head. She thought she could beat someone like Marco into submission, but clearly that wasn't the case. "You have to go home, why can't you see that you're making everything so much harder for me!" Burning sensations crawled up the walls of my throat as I screamed, though the volume alone wasn't enough to persuade her. Marco had disappeared, unable to keep the cool between us both. It was likely that he left around the time the fighting began.

    "I can't leave you with him Elvira! Do you know what you're asking me to do?" Naomi moved onto the green satin covered bed, hoisting herself up just to land on the mattress. A exaggerated breath of air escaped past her lips in a childlike manner.

     What started out as a small laugh turned into a cackle, the muscles in my cheeks aching from the strain of my smile. "Yes! I'm asking you to not give him anything more over my head! You're bound to get hurt here Naomi!" The jet lag had been tugging on my ankles since I arrived, the aching of my heart longed to be back in Russia. On the couch, Alexei's arms wrapped over my stomach while we watch reruns of forensic files. 

     The wooden door flew open, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. Mahogany skin collected the light from the chandelier, coily hair bouncing as the woman moved. Each stride she took was quick and calculated. "Listen here, Elvira. I appreciate you wanting to stay on my side of the place but for the love of god could you pipe it down? I'm not against using chloroform to knock your ass out." With her right hand on her hip and her left leg slightly in front pf the rest of her body she gave even me the chills. 

     Naomi fell silent, her eyes glued to Aurora like she hadn't seen another woman in years. I had only seen her look that way once before, but it felt like ages ago. "Who are you?" Her voice had calmed, no longer did it seem harsh and frigid. 

     Aurora's attention faded from me and onto Naomi, her brown eyes closing in. "Aurora Russo, and you are?" It was likely she already knew who Naomi was, after all if one Russo knew the rest of them did too. Yet here she stood, her eyes captivated with the girl I worked with previously.

     "Naomi." Not saying her last name seemed completely pointless considering that again, if Marco knew it the probability of Aurora knowing it was rather high. "Maybe you could work on your hostility? I mean you could have come in a bit more proper than you did. It isn't like a Russo to loose their cool so quickly." She clearly hadn't met the rest of the Russo's, or at least she hadn't met the Marco Russo that I knew so well.

     "That's funny coming from you, considering you came in and beat up the boss of the organization just to have visitor hours with a old work partner of yours. All I am asking of you is to kindly speak to each other with inside voices." Her hand moved from her hip and into her hair, parting the waves of coils.  

     "You know what? You two fight it out." I slipped past them quickly, shutting the door behind me to slow them both down. A man wearing a white shirt and black pants watched me as I passed by him, the soft footsteps trailing behind me notified me that he was following behind.

     The house had changed since I had last walked the halls, granted what little amount of time I had walked them seemed like nothing more than a distant memory. Once I was in Marco's wing the man dissipated into thin air. "Can I help you Micetta? I didn't think I would see you on this side of the house for a long while." Turning to him revealed his shoulder length hair pulled up halfway, loose strands hanging down into his face. The space underneath his eyes seemed hollow with exhaustion. 

     "I wanted to see my old room. Naomi can't find me there." A lie, though truthfully I wasn't sure why I had come down this way. It couldn't have been to see him, surely. So then why?

     He shifted on his feet, adverting his glaze when he realized how uncomfortable I felt underneath it. "I see, running away from the little one are we? If she is so much trouble we could sedate her and board her on a jet. Or you could sleep in your old room for the night." He walked past me, the cologne wafting up my nostrils.

     "I'll just sleep in the old room, I only wish to sedate her if it is absolutely necessary." It likely would be necessary, I could only wish she'd get it through her thick skull that this wasn't the place for her. It wasn't the place for anyone.

     "Right this way then.." 

     "I don't need directions to my own room, Marco."

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Unhealthy obsession- Blake Robinson
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