Arya's POV -

After another hectic week of school and studying for my exams coming up, it was finally Friday.

Today was November 11th which also meant tomorrow was my birthday!

It also meant it was cold out so I was bundled up in Rome's sweatshirt and some sweatpants.

Luckily Izzy never got anymore texts from Trevor and Rome said it was best to delete and block his number which she did end up doing.

Izzy was still a little spooked over the truth of Rome being in the mafia which was to be expected, but she had nothing to be afraid of.

"So are you excited for tomorrow? What are you gonna do for your birthday?" Izzy asks, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"I don't know, Rome said he had something planned and he wanted to take me out."

"Ohh exciting, what kind of plans?" Her eyebrows raise in amusement and I playfully glare at her.

"Not like that!" I reply.

At least I don't think...

She shrugs, "You never know! Since you don't know what he's planned."

I laugh and dig into the bag of lunch Rome made for me, grabbing a bag of chips.

For some reason Rome likes packing my lunch. I told him he didn't have to plenty of times but he insisted.

It saves me 10 minutes in the morning so obviously I'm not going to say no.

"I doubt It's...that." I gesture to her previous statement and try to cool down my face that's heating up.

She only rolls her eyes and takes the last bite of her sandwich before her face turns serious.

"I know I've asked a million times already but are you positive you're happy with Rome? He doesn't pressure you into anything? Doesn't treat you unkindly?"

Smiling warmly at her, I place down my bag of chips. I know Izzy is only worried for me and I'm sure the fact that Rome is literally a mafia don doesn't ease any of her tension.

"I promise Izzy. He treats me like a queen and he's never hurt me before. He takes care of me, he's there when I need him. He's a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to, someone to show my affection towards. He's my everything."

Giving her a smile of reassurance, she sighs and nods in acceptance.

"I'm sorry I'm worrying so much, the mafia is just a lot to take in. And just the fact you barely talk to guys and have a boyfriend." We both laugh at her last sentence.

"I know and I understand but Rome has never done anything to harm me in any way and I know he never will."

"Yeah I'm sure he won't. At dinner last week he could barely keep his eyes off of you. He worships the ground you walk on." Izzy replies and my heart beats faster.

After we finish the rest of our lunch there's about 10 minutes left before the bell will ring.

Izzy looks like she's pondering over something so I ask her to speak her mind.

"It's just that...what do your parents think about Rome?"

Oh gosh.

"Izzy," I sigh. "That is a long story."

"Are you able to fit it in 10 minutes?" She asks, glancing at the time on her phone.

"Probably not," I say honestly. "A lot has happened."

"Okay, how about you tell me after school? Ask Rome to pick you up a little later so you can explain everything."

That could work.

"Sure that's fine, let me text him now." Taking out my phone I shoot him a quick text.

Me: Hii Rome! Could you pick me up maybe 30 minutes later after school today? I'm going to talk to Izzy about my parents.

Rome :)! That's fine baby, I have something to take care of as well so it works out. I'll see you soon. I love you.

Me: I love you too! <3

Smiling I put my phone back in my pocket and meet Izzy's curious gaze.

"What?" I ask and she sighs.

"I can literally see the love in your eyes from only texting him."

I giggle and nod, "I do love him. So much."

"I wish I could find love like that. All the guys I talk to run from me." She frowns and I can't help but laugh at her upset face.

"You'll find someone Izzy. I never thought I could." I never thought I'd find a man as amazing as Rome.

A man that wants me just as much as I want him.

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Rome's POV -

"He's barely breathing, I'd say he only has a few hours left." Elijah says, looking towards the cell door.

I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Alright, I'll just have to get the information out of him now. I've given him more than enough time to think."

Elijah chuckles, "If he even can think. His brain is most likely damaged from the multiple hits to the head he's gotten."

"Has he begged at all?" I ask and he chuckles.

"I've never heard a man beg so much in my life. I almost sewed his mouth shut but then realized we needed him to talk."

"If we didn't I wouldn't have been against it. Has James got any hits in?"

"Oh yes, he can't stand anyone hurting his 'princess'." Elijah mocks James' pet name for my girl and I scowl. Every time he calls her princess I want to stab him or shoot him.

"I hate when he calls her that."

"But Arya loves when he calls her that." He says back and I scowl even more. I know Arya loves the name which makes me hate him even more.

If I were to start calling Arya princess he'd throw a huge hissy fit that I won't want to deal with.

Rolling my eyes and waving Elijah off, I turn to the cell door and make my presence known. It's been a little over a week since I left Oliver to James and Elijah to deal with.

Apparently he won't make it through this day which is fine with me, but I want to be the one to kill him.

Opening the door, I catch sight of Oliver's bloody body slouched against the wall. There are no longer chains around him which means he's as weak as can be.

His eyes are closed and bruised and his head has multiple bumps on them. It's pretty satisfying to see.

Walking over to faucet in the corner, I pour a bucket of ice cold water and toss it on him.

His body springs back in shock and his eyes open wide.

"Miss me?" I smile but It's anything but nice and he shivers.

"Again we're going to get straight to the point because I've got better things to be doing right now."

"Stand up." I hiss, grabbing the back of his neck and tugging him to his feet.

He grunts in pain and I shove him towards the chair.

"Sit down."

It takes him 2 minutes to finally sit down and it was amusing watching him struggle to sit in a damn chair.

He takes heavy breaths as I stand in front of him. Blood leaks from his nose which just adds to the awful smell in here.

"Where's your father hiding, Oliver?"

He doesn't respond and only pathetically wipes at his nose to try and stop the blood but it only drips down his chin.

"You really want me to cause you even more pain to get the answers I need? Or do you want to just tell me and you'll get a quick death?"

He coughs up a bit of blood and his body trembles once he speaks, "W-What day is it?"

I scowl, "November 11th."

"Блядь" He says under his breath.

(Fuck.)

"I-If I tell you h-his plans you need to l-let me go."

Let him go? Like hell I'd ever do that. As soon as he tells me what I need, I'll kill him.

This kid is stupider than I thought. But I guess that's what happens when you want to stay alive.

"Okay," I smirk. "I'll let you go if you tell me."

Shakily sighing, he tries to adjust his position on the chair.

"He-he is planning a surprise attack on your property...tomorrow."

Shock fills me but I try to hide it.

"Why? Where is he?" I demand.

"He was in Russia for a while now but should be on his way back o-or already here. My-my father did research on Arya and knew it was her...birthday tomorrow. He planned it on that date if his original plan didn't succeed."

My hands turns into fists.

"He had a backup plan if the last one failed when he had Arya...which it did. I never knew he wanted to actually kill her. He only said that the next attack would take place on November 12th which is her birthday."

Rage fills me. Complete and utter rage.

He's going to attack tomorrow. On my baby's birthday.

"So the plan is to still attack my house tomorrow?" I ask for confirmation and he weakly nods.

"Where does he go for hiding if not Russia?"

Oliver opens his mouth and then closes it. My eyes narrow.

"Oliver? Where does he go?"

Moaning in pain, he wipes more blood from his nose.

"He goes into hiding."

"Yes I fucking know he goes into hiding. I'm asking where."

I barely see it, but Oliver smiles. Or maybe smirks. I can't tell which.

"A friends. Someone you know. A friend Arya knows."

I clench my teeth together.

"A...t-traitor." He stutters.

"What did you just say?"

"You've got a traitor on your hands Black."

Grabbing him by the throat, I lift him easily from the chair and slam him against the wall.

"Who is it you fucking bastard?" I seethe and he coughs again.

"Who is it?!" I yell and he grips weakly at my hand wrapped around his throat.

I squeeze tighter, my fingers itching to snap his neck right here.

"I-It's-" He chokes on his words and I loosen my grip by less than an inch to give him the air he needs.

Leaning in close I whisper dangerously, "Tell me who it is right now or you will never get out of here."

His eyes turn watery and even more red as he looks at me pleadingly.

"It-It's her friend. Her friend." He finally gets out and my eyes widen.

I drop him to the floor and he coughs up more blood but without even thinking I pull out my gun from my waistband and shoot him in the head.

Blood splatters the walls as my body heaths with so much fucking anger.

I'm blinded by rage.

Traitor.

Traitor.

Traitor.

Izzy's a traitor.

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