A loud grunt escaped from Zane's lips. They sat at the table enjoying a quick breakfast. They had been here three days and so far I hadn't brought up who they really were i hadn't told them who i really worked for.

From across the table, Moriah's eyes looked up to meet mine. She quickly shoved her head down and stirred the bowl of cereal in front of her.

Not 1 word.

She hasn't said one word to me.

I thought she was a Christian? Aren't Christians supposed to be nice to everyone?

Like you would know...

5 minutes later everyone had finished but instead of talking we all seemed to find our empty bowls way more entertaining.

Moriah stood from her chair and started off toward the girl's bedroom. With a huff, I stood and followed her. She had made it halfway down the hallway before I caught up with her.

"Wait." I say but she kept walking. " you need to listen."

"Stop now," I warn. she turns abruptly and heads straight towards me. before I could tell her what I wanted to tell her she was inches from me and thrusting a pointed finger in my chest.

"no you need to listen." she grits.  "how long do you plan to keep us here. I have a job to work, a school I need to get through, and a family who is probably freaking out as we speak."

her words caught me off guard. "wait you have a family? I thought it was just you and your sister?"

"yes, I have other siblings who depend on me to help pay the bills. I thank you for rescuing us and I owe you, but I have to get back to my family. they need me."

"no." I turn around and start to walk away. she isn't going to listen right now to what I have to tell her.

"oh no you don't!" she yells and starts stomping after me.

"I have nothing to say to you right now that you are willing to sit and listen to. nothing that if I told you right now you could handle," I say while opening my bedroom door and slipping inside. I move to shut the door but her hand catches it and she slips inside.

"you will be surprised what I can handle,"  she says anger in her voice.

could she handle it?

well, no time like the present.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*MORIAH.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

"fine ask me anything I am at your disposal." he opens his arms wide as if offering himself.

I roll my eyes and he mirrors my action. zane grabs a shoebox off of the desk next to his bed and softly throws it towards me. I catch it before it hits the ground.

"This holds everything that you need to know."

I open the box and it reveals papers with bank statements, pictures, and strangely enough my adoption papers.

"What is this."

"This is my mission. You." He looked me in the eye and I kept waiting for him to say Just kidding or Gotcha'! But his face remained the same.

"I'm your mission. A simple girl who attends church on Sunday and goes to school on Monday. I am not someone like you would look into." I run my hands down my face.

"Actually you could be the one person who could help us do something that could change the course of the world."

"And what's that? What can I do?"

"Much more than you give yourself credit for." He whispered and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Fine, you want to tell me I can change the world. I'll bite." I sit on the bed and scan over the stuff laying on the sheets "Start from the beginning."

.............ZANE.............
5 MINUTES LATER.

"You're telling me that I am some long lost mafia princess?! Did your mom drop you on your head when you were a kid?" She jumped from the bed and paced the floor.

"My biological parents gave me-us -gave me and my sister up because they didn't want us. Not because they had some mafia king that was trying to cover something up!"

"I know it sounds crazy-" I start.

"Your right it is crazy, and your crazy to think that I would believe this." She continued pacing the floor while rubbing her temples.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't telling the truth."

"So what I am supposed the just hop in and take my rightful place as a "mafia queen". She used her fingers for quotation marks.

"I don't see why not." I shrugged.

"Unbelievable.." she mutters. "This is just a lie."

"Really, A lie? When did they kidnap you and your sister? Huh? They did it because I was getting too close."

I know I should be letting her accept her past and prepare for what comes next. I know she needs time to process, but she the sooner so realizes this the better.

"They took you out of fear. They were afraid of me telling you what I am telling you now."

"Ok suppose I believed you. How do you fit into this?"

"I am Zane blade, second in command of the Southern and northern mafia," I say.

Part of me wishes I could tell her about my being a federal agent. Truth be told only a handful of people know about it and the few people who know are also FBI with me, Joab included.

"I should have known." She stared at the wall then looks me in the eye. "Is that how you lost your eye?" I nod.

"You know my story....or you think you do. Tell me your story." She took a seat on the bed. Noticing her change in the subject I let her have more time to process and did as she said.

"My story?" I rub the back of my neck. "That's not something that I like to talk about." She nods and looks away.

"You really expect me to believe this don't you?" She partially laughs.

"I do."

"Keep dreaming." She jumped to her feet then stormed out of the room leaving me alone in the empty room.

...........Moriah....
I follow zane out of the apartments. Every day he leaves right before supper for 30 minutes.

This morning he loaded me up on a bunch of lies. I knew my biological parents weren't mafia.

Then why did I believe him?

He had the stuff to back all of his stories. My head said that he is telling the truth, but my heart said not to trust him.

I snuck after Zane as he made his way through the zoo. Zane's clothes weren't my size making being quiet all the harder. We headed to a brick building that had a penguin statue next to it.

He made his way into the building. I rushed to the door just in time to catch is before it slammed and slipped in just in time.

The room was dark only lit by a light coming from a room off to the right. I listen to the sounds of people but I couldn't hear anything. Tiptoeing in my bare feet I made it to the room with the light and stuck my head in the open door.

"ZANE BLADE WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING," I yell and storm in the room. I plant my hands on my hips and make my way to him.

He stood over two guys tied up in chairs.  It wasn't until I got closer I realized who the two guys were.

"Ryan? Jake?" I whisper and rush to help them. Ryan had a large bruise over his left eye while Jake wasn't touched. They both looked deathly pale.

" what have you done to them?" I ask searching the boys for any further injuries.

"So far! nothing that can't be undone." Zane says from his stop a few feet behind me. "Why are you here?" His expression turned harsh as his brows creased.

"I followed you, and it's a good thing I did!!" I glare over my shoulder but then look back to the boys tied to the chairs.

"C-church girl?" Jake stutters while he struggles to lift his head. I ignore my school nickname and stand making my way to Zane.

" Let them go." I mirror his stance with my arms crossed over my chest and legs spread apart.

An immediate "no" came from his lips.

" Why!?"

"They are here now. Turning them out could turn everything against us. They are just lucky they are still alive."

"Zane, please! Whatever they did, just let me change places with them." I plead. They can't survive like this much longer.

"Why would you do that." He looked shocked and didn't even try to hide it. "They bullied you for who knows how long."

"Your right, but they don't deserve this! No one deserves to be treated like this. Let them go, Zane." I ask again.

"No, they know too much."

"They won't tell a soul. They could tell everyone they went on vacation or something."

"Yeah... their parents totally would believe that." He rolled his eyes.

" it could work they could tell everyone they went to...Bermuda....or something..." I was totally grasping at straws.

"Why would you-I let them free? These two were terrible to you." He asks again.

"I know they were. They were mean, disrespectful, and liked using their strength to there advantage but no one deserves this." I motion to the two sick-looking boys. "No one deserves to be held against their will."

...................Zane....................

I turn and make my way from the room. This girl is crazy. These two bullied her for probably years yet she wants to let them go?

I made it outside before her hand reached out and grabbed my arm. She yanked me hard so I spun around to face her.

"Zane why? I don't understand." Her eyes were pleading.

"No, angel, I don't understand you." I sigh in aggravation. "Those two are awful people. And you think I would let them go...Your crazy."

Her eyes closed as she looked down at the ground. Her hand still on my arm squeezed hard as if she was trying to control herself. She let go and kept her head low until she looked up slowly. The pleading in her eyes gone now replaced with anger.

"I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved with you. You say those two in there are awful people. Your the one who tied them to a chair." She was now inches away as her pointer finger poked my chest. "So what about you? you are just as bad if not worse. You are mafia! You kill, torture and kidnap without batting an eye.

"This is why I knew you were trouble from the start. I tried so hard to avoid you but it didn't work. Thinking back I should have tried harder. You're the kind of guy who doesn't care. The kind of guy who does whatever he wants to people. You always get what you want and don't care who or what has to fall-"

She kept talking but I had to stop listening. I could feel myself getting mad with every poking finger she shoved in my chest.

While she was still talking I wrap on hand around her waist and pull her close quickly. My other hand goes to the back of her head as I press my lips on hers. Her soft lips felt soothing to my rising anger.

As I pull away I risked looking at her. No anger. no fear. just pure shock. My hand in her hair went around and I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.

"Your right. I always get what I want. That's the type of man I am. Which means I had no problem taking that. don't cross me, angel. I am not the be messed with."

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