Jessa's POV
I couldn't leave the apartment looking like I just escaped from a serial killer. A woman covered in blood with a backpack.

If that didn't scream bloody murder then I didn't know what would. What I did know was that I didn't have time for a shower.

I didn't know how long I'd been out for and I didn't know when they'd be back.

I changed into a grey t-shirt and some sweatpants. Putting on my trainers, I got a wet rag and cleaned as much blood off as I could.

I run out of the bathroom and grabbed the bag, heading towards the kitchen. I grabbed all the kerosene I could find.

I opened the gallons up and poured it on the floor and the walls. I moved to my bedroom covering every surface. I grabbed two more gallons, pouring it all into the house.

  I ran back into the kitchen, dropping the half empty gallons on the floor. Before I set the house ablaze I thought of my life here.

I'd spent nine years in New Orleans and I'd only lived in this house for a few years. My roommate who died saving my life and my husband to be David.

My last year in New Orleans was horrible yet the eight years before were way more tragic. It seemed like calamity followed me everywhere.

I lit the matchstick and dropped it. I watched as everything caught aflame. I stood there for a while, watching everything I knew burn away, turn into ash.

   Weirdly enough it was a sight to behold, almost apocalyptic. But soon the smoke got to my eyes and I left after having a coughing fit. It was Sunday and the streets were empty.

I stopped a cab a few blocks away after I watched people rush out of their homes and call the fire service.

   I slid on the leather seats and banged the door shut. "To the airport please." I told him. He had a hat on and only the motion of the hat as he nodded indicated that he'd heard me. Studying the man, I got grossed out. I mean, I'm not a judging person but the man was huge.

    His huge stomach covered in hair bulged out of the grey shirt he had on. The shirt was so tight that it was one hamburger away from bursting.

"You know if you're leaving town because something bad happened, you shouldn't." He said in a gruff and hoarse voice.

I was confused as to why he was saying that. Did he know? Was he working for the drug lord? They found me? "Gosh, lady relax. You're bleeding..on your forehead. I figured you'd gone through a rough patch " he said.

He turned around to give me a pity smile but his cheeks were so big that moving his facial muscles seemed difficult, almost painful.

I nodded meekily. I didn't wanna talk so I spent my whole ride to the airport, listening to a grown ass man talk about his dead pig.

He had a picture and everything. I would have taken him seriously but him and the pig being literally the same size amused me. When I got off, I went straight to the airport and boarded the first plane to LA.

Alec's POV
Pointing the gun at the big man in the suit, I aimed and pulled the trigger. I didn't wait to see what would happen.

Turning around, I walked to the other end of the roof of the building, the screams of the party guests ringing in my ears. It was nothing new to me but those guests had one heck of a party they would never forget.

       I'd been doing this for a long, long time now. People called me "the beast", a cold heartless killer who never spared his victims.

A monster.

And in reality it was the truth. It was who I was. At a young age I was trained, shaped, moulded, reformed to be a heartless killer.

A machine that would not fail. A dangerously lethal weapon. With every life I take, I get dangerously close to becoming the very monster that created me, the villain in my story.

But I have no choice. To save the one thing I love I have to become the one thing I hate, an assassin. Yes, that was my description.

Years ago my parents made a horrible decision that got us into trouble. I spent my whole life paying for that mistake just to keep my family alive even if it meant never seeing them again.

    Jumping from roof to roof, I made my escape, landing directly on my feet with the precision, agility and grave of a cat.

Afterall I was taught by a man who's genes has been mutilated by cat DNA. I didn't judge his choices though because in the end we had no choice, no opinion, no alternative.

Not when it comes to the boss, the leader of the mafia. I'd never seen his face before. He always had a mask on.
Rumor has it that he had been in a terrible accident that ruined his face so he hides his shame behind the mask.

It didn't matter what the brute looked like...I didn't even care. I just wanted out. The contract would end at the end of this year.

Then I would have served mafia for fifteen solid years. I'd be a free man, I'd have my family back and maybe start a family of my own.

    The thought of that brought a frown on my face. The woman I loved left me nine years ago but her face was etched so deep in my mind that I couldn't forget her. I work for the mafia, I could've tracked her down.
But I didn't. Her leaving broke me.

Walking down the busy streets of LA I looked like a normal guy. The world moving around me like I didn't kill a man five minutes ago... like she hadn't left me.

The woman I had decided I would build my entire life with. She was my safe haven, my rock, my one shot at redemption.

The only one who could chase my demons away. I didn't even know if she was alive or not. If she was she was probably married by now with kids. She always did want a big family.. claimed they were twice as much fun.

   At that time I hadn't cared what size or shape of family she wanted. I just wanted her, only her...I doubt I'll ever want another.

Taking a shortcut, I headed for the Catholic Church. I know what you're thinking. How can I commit murder and pray the next minute? I don't know how but I can.

    I'm not insane. At least I don't think I am. Praying to God, knowing that someone out there is listening to me and understands me is comforting. It's a piece that tangles me to the real world, that helps me hold on to the little bit of sanity I think I have left.

Living life as me is lonely, very lonely. It can drive you mad sometimes. But knowing He is there for me and hopefully welcomes me despite the wrong I've done gives me hope.

He's the only one I've got anyways. I stood at the gate...the entrance was a dark alcove and when you entered it was beautiful.

        I walked in, the light blinding me after being in temporary darkness. The tiles on the walkway were grey but the ones beneath the pews were blue. The church was practically empty, it was just the priest and he stood before the altar praying silently.

   Ironically the church was my favorite place to come to..when there was no service of course. It was Sunday afternoon so service had ended a few hours ago.

My footsteps echoed in the large room. I walked forward and sat at the first pew. The cross with Jesus on it kinda scared me...a bit morbid if you ask me.

    The statue of Mary always reminded me of my own mother. I hadn't heard her voice or even seen her since I turned thirteen.

Till date I can remember her big brown eyes filled with tears as I was ripped away from her. My father held her as she cried. That was the last time I saw her.

   The mafia forbade me from even looking for my family. That day I lost my parents and my baby sister. She was three at that time. She probably doesn't remember me.

Closing my eyes, I had a word with my Father in heaven, asking Him to forgive me for what I'd just done.

It was the little things like this that made me feel that despite the amount of pain and damage I'd caused in the last few years, I was still human.

I had a shred of humanity in me. It was small but it was there. I prayed for my family and Aunt Cece, the mother of the woman I had fallen in love with.

   I remember asking her everyday if she'd heard from her and breaking down into tears everytime she told me no. Yes, me! Alessandro Ambrose, the 'beast'!

I'd cried like a baby, that was how much I loved her. Eight years passed and I stopped asking. The pain was just too much.

Checking my wristwatch for the time i realized it was 08:00pm. I'd spent the rest of the day here. I walked out of the church and headed home. Alone! As always!

Jessa's POV
The next day...
"Ma'am? Ma'am?" A soft voice said as someone shook me awake. I groaned as I sat up realising I'd fallen asleep. Blinking my eyes to clear the sleep, I looked at the air hostess who stared right back at me with concern.

"W- What....what happened?' I asked groggily, feeling disoriented and numb all over. I hate afternoon naps.
"Uhm...the plane landed a few minutes ago. Welcome to LA." She said giving me a smile. "Oh...thanks." I said smiling sheepishly, thinking about how stupid I probably looked.

    She walked away and I sat up. I was here.

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Hiya peeps😁
So what did you think of Alec? Honestly I feel sad for him, poor guy seems miserable.
Any Catholics around? I'd like help with the description of the church. The current description is...*cringes*

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-Daisy