Chapter 37: indigo

TW

BLOOD/GORE/VIOLENCE

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"Indie!?"

Emilio Ferrari, the best hitman in the underworld, you need a job doing you go to him, we met when I was with Franco, he was 18 I was 6, the friendship blossomed when he found me battered and beaten on the floor and he nearly killed Franco for what he'd done to a little girl, said little girl being me. He used to come by every week after that, give me food and new clothes, he could never get me out though, it would be too dangerous.

I haven't seen him since I was 12.

"Grey get off him!" I tell grey and he gets up and looks at me confused.

Emilio stands up and opens his arms, i rush to him and he picks me up.

"I thought you were dead, I went to see you and you weren't there, what happened?" He asks setting me on the ground and resting his hand on my shoulder. He's just as I remember, blonde messy hair with piercing blue eyes and a real baby face, even at 30 he still looks like he's 18. It's actually quite eerie.

"My family found me, I'm sorry I should've looked for you after I was home, I want to thank you for everything you've done for me, I'm sorry we lost contact" I apologize and he shakes his head.

"No need to apologize indie, I always wondered if you were alive, when Vladimir said he wanted me to kill Greyson king and indigo knightly I didn't realize he meant you" Emilio admits and I shake my head at him.

"Oh yeah because you know so many indigos"

"Actually I don't know any others"

"Point proven you're not helping yourself here"I tell him and he brushes the hair out my eyes.

"What beautiful girl you've grown to be, I'm proud of you indigo, you've been through so much and yet you're so strong" I blush slightly at his words and look over at grey but he's gone.

There's a lump in the bed under the covers and I roll my eyes.

"Greyson Benjamin king stop being an anti social rat and come talk to our guest" he groans and when he talks his words are muffled by the duvet he's thrown over himself.

"He was trying to kill us a minute ago, I don't want to talk to him, he interrupted my sleep" he's beginning to sound like a child.

Emilio chuckles and looks over at me.

"Boyfriend?"

"Fiancée"I correct and Emilio's eyes widen slightly.

"You're still a baby, there's no way your engaged" he says and I smile at him.

"I'm 18 Leo, it's not that young" I say using the nickname I gave him when I was younger, he smiles and then raises his eyebrows when grey gets out the bed and begrudgingly walks over to us.

"So you're the new don of the American mafia, I must say you're torture methods sound worse than mine, you're a bit of a heartless bastard from I've heard" Emilio states and grey glares at him and turns to walk away but I grab his arm and pull him back.

"Grey this is Emilio, he used to help me when Franco had me" I inform him and he glares at Emilio.

"Sorry blue am I supposed to be introducing myself to the fuck that watched you suffer and did nothing about it" grey snarks and Emilio lunges at grey, greys got an inch on Emilio but their both the same kind of muscular build, so it's a pretty even fight.

Grey holds Emilio's neck and puts a gun to Leo's head. Leo looks at me and smirks.

"Ok this one's alright" he tells me and grey shoves himself off of Emilio and walks over to me sulking.

"Who sent you?" I ask and Emilio rolls his eyes.

"I told you, it was dear old vlad, Russian mafia and shit, I was getting 20 million for this but I guess not now" he informs us and looks wishfully into the distance probably thinking about all the prostitutes he could buy with that money. Joking.

Not really

"Ok this was great but you get the fuck out my house now so I can go back to sleep" grey says and pulls me to the bed. Emilio laughs slightly and nods.

"I'll come by tomorrow" I nod at him and grey yanks me down onto the mattress as Emilio slips back out onto the balcony. Could've just the front door but each to their own I guess.

"No you won't!" Grey replies and I hit his arm. Then I squeeze his arm because holy fuck he's been going to the gym lately-

"Indie?"

"Yeah?"

"My arms going red sweetheart" oops

"What steroids are you on bro" I ask him to piss him off and he switched the bedside lamp that I turned on earlier off.

"Dont call me bro" he says and pulls me to his chest.

"Sorry bro" I say and he squeezes my hip.

"No problem then bro" he replies and I roll my eyes at him.

"Don't call me bro bro" I retort.

"Sorry sista" what did I do to deserve this.

"No...that's just like if you say sister and then this would be incest" I point between the both of us and I can just make out the fact that he's giving me a funny look in the dark.

"Why are you so fucking weird" he says and I shrug

"Why are you so fucking annoying" I snark.

"Whoa shots Fucking fired, I see where you stand in this relationship now" he replies and I roll my eyes at his dramatics.

"Well I don't stand near you that's for sure you odd ball it would be far to embarrassing to be seen with you in public"

"You're right, if you were gonna stand anywhere near me you'd have to have a small foot ladder because it's just so embarrassing when you're more than a foot smaller than your partner"

"I am not short, I'm still growing-" he shoves a pillow into my face and I stop talking. Asshole.

"You're going to suffocate me" I manage to say through the pillow and he presses it harder into my face.

"That's the point" I pretend to go limp and he immediately pulls the pillow from my face, I stop my breathing and he flicks my cheek.

"Ha ha you're so funny"

"Indigo?"

"Indie?"

"Ok jokes over you've made you're point" his voice holds concerns and he grabs my wrist to fell my pulse.

I shoot up and laugh when he falls off the bed in surprise. Classic.

"Fucking Asshole" he mumbles as he gets back in the bed and puts a pillow in between us.

"What are you doing loser" I ask and he looks at me.

"I don't feel safe anymore so I put this pillow wall up to protect me" he explains like a toddler and turns away from me smiling proudly at his work.

It's a pillow wall.

"Like that'll save you" I say and grab the pillow, I hit him with it and he grabs another pillow from the side of me. He flings it at my face and a whole ass pillow fight breaks out.

Feathers are all over the bed and the floor when we finally finish and grey lifts his head to look at me.

"Was that personal, it felt personal" I say and I vaguely see him smile as I lay my head down on one of the pillows we haven't broken.

"I won that" I state and he scoffs. I don't know why he's scoffing I got the last hit so I win.

"No I won" he replies and I laugh at his stupidity.

"Please, keep dreaming Bennie boy" I say using his middle name to get on his nerves.

"Ok but we both know I won that fair and square"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night hubby"

"You do wifey"

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Ok my dears, someone kept saying something about someone called Ivan and the fact that Emilio is the son of the Russian mafia don Vladimir, Emilio had not yet been introduced in any previous chapters so I don't know where that came from but it wasn't me. Please be patient I'm trying my best to update every day, so don't confuse other people if you're not clear yourself.

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