𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚎?

Two months later...

Nat's POV

My last day in the prison.

My last breakfast there.

-The little one for you, assassin- the chef said putting a small muffin in my plate.

The last insult from Katy; I would have probably missed that, I am not going to lie.

After breakfast I packed my things (just a few books but it is still something) and one of the policemen gave me clean clothes that probably Tony bought me (I wondee how he knew my size though).

And there he was, waiting for me at the prison entrance.

His car had the windows behind black, so people couldn't see who was inside the car; once I sat in the car and Tony started driving, I sighed.

I was out, I still couldn't believe that.

-How does it feel? To be out I mean- Tony asked.

-Weird- I said smiling -But also amazing. I can't thank you enough for what you did-.

-Everyone needs a second chance- he said.

I forgot how much New York traffic could be annoying but I enjoyed the skyscrapers view and the sun made everything more special.

-Here we are- he said while we were entering a garage.

He stopped the car and opened my door, inviting me to exit the car.

-Don't you want to handcuff me?- I asked.

-I trust you- he answered smiling.

I smiled too and he lead me to my new home.

When we arrive at the last floor and the elevator doors opened my mouth fell open: it was... I didn't have the words to describe it.

It was all so modern, clean... I wasn't used to all of that.

I started looking around: the windows were big glass walls and the view of the city was amazing.

-So? You like it?- he asked.

-Are you kidding? This is amazing!- I said and I could feek I was about to cry for happiness.

He showed me all the rooms and the "rules", how to call people when I needed something and how to call him, even though he would have come everyday to see me.

Suddenly there was a ring and Tony smiled.

-Since it is a special day and since you told me you never tried it, I ordered pizza for lunch from the best Italian restaurant in New York to celebrate- he said -I'll be back in a few seconds-.

He took the elevator and left.

I sighed and sat on the sofa: that was all real, I was really there.

For all my life I never thought that it would have happened; maybe it was the beginning of something new.

Like he said, Tony came back a few seconds later with two pizza boxes.

-Wow they smell good!- I said approaching the table.

-You will love them- he said.

And he was right, the pizza was amazing.
-There will be a party tonight downstairs but don't worry, no one will come here and the walls and floors are soundproof- he said -I'll come in the morning to see if everything is ok-.

I nodded and we spent the rest of the day talking.

Tony was right, that night it was all silent, maybe too much silent, I wasn't used to all that silence.

I went ti sleep quite early, tired for all what happened that day.

The bed was so soft, it was almsot uncomfortable, but before I realized it everything went black and I fell into a deep sleep.

Here there are some photos of Nat's new house -> they are not mine!

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