my worst enemy 🖤 || mattia polibio

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y/n's pov

the shower felt good and avani's clothes were really comfortable.

"hey," troy says walking up to me as i exit the bathroom. "there's a spare room just over there— you can sleep there for tonight."

i smile lightly. "thanks."

"your arm looks a little bit messed up." troy points to my left arm.

"that's what happens when a huge concrete boulder falls on you.."

troy chuckles. "ever been shot by a gun before?"

i pull down my shirt a little bit, revealing my scar. "yep."

"oh mines on the right side too." he pulls his shirt.

"it's a pain in the ass," i joke.

"maybe i can help you settle in and we can tell each other about how we got shot?"

i laugh. "i'd like that." troy escorts me to the spare room.

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"woah, took a bullet for someone else?" troy asks.

i was sitting on the bed while he was sitting on a chair.

"the love of my life," i say quietly.

"he thinks you're dead huh?"

"probably.."

"do you wanna give him a call? tell him you're okay?" troy offers.

"wouldn't i be putting him in danger?"

"that's just up to you," he says.

"mattia would drive all way up here to get me, making it obvious that i'm alive to our enemies."

"nothing really happens here without the kingstons knowing— i just hope they didn't see you and anthony get here."

i sigh. "i really don't wanna put you guys in danger."

"we're use to danger," he tells me. "but if you have any ideas on how to get rid of Xavier, i'm all ears."

"maybe a taste of his own medicine." i smirk.

"you wanna bomb his facility?" troy shouts. "that's not a bad idea. why didn't i think of that?"

i laugh. "a bomb that big.."

"would take a month to build," troy finishes my sentence.

"maybe even more," i mumble.

"are you okay with that?"

"i have to be," i say quietly.

troy nods. "get some rest, you went through a lot today."

"yeah, okay. thanks again troy."

"no problem. goodnight."

"night."

troy walks out the room and closes the door.

mattia's pov

in about 5 minutes it would be y/n's birthday. i walk over to the alcohol cabinet and pour some scotch for myself. i sit down on the kitchen counter and stare at the table while taking a sip out of my drink. i look at my phone for the time and see the photo of her sleeping next to kobe. 11:59pm. 12:00am.

happy birthday princess.

after i finish my drink i throw it against the wall making glass shattering everywhere. kobe walks into the kitchen and whimpers at me. i sigh and pick him up.

"mommy's not here anymore," i say petting him.

my phone dings twice

text from alejandro, kairi
kairi: happy birthday to her ❤️
alejandro: happy birthday y/n ❤️ rest easy.
mattia: happy birthday princess❤️
kairi: stay strong mattia. she'd want you to.
alejandro: live life for her.
mattia: my life was her.
alejandro: it's more than that.
mattia: i never got to give her her gift.
kairi: take it one day at a time.
mattia: i know. i will.

the next day

"has anyone found even a hint of where xavier is?" i shout.

"boss, xavier is a very skilled man. if he doesn't want to be found, we're not gonna find him," one of my soldiers say.

"then we'll keep looking," i reply.

a week later..

it's been one week yet the pain is still there. it didn't even slightly go away— it's as if i got the news yesterday.

"we have eyes on one of xaviers soldiers," melanie says interrupting my thoughts.

"let's go." i grab the gun y/n gave me for my birthday and we leave the warehouse.

melanie takes us to another smaller warehouse where i see a car parked outside.

"don't let your anger blind you," melanie says. "be smart."

"i know." i get out of the car and walk to the entrance.

"where is he?" i point my gun at a worker. "where is xavier?"

"not telling." he puts his hand up.

i shoot him in the leg. "you don't wanna test me right now. where. is. he."

he groans in pain. "i can't tell you."

"is xavier worth your life?" i ask aiming the gun at his head.

he shakes his head. i study his eyes for a little bit.

"you don't even know where he is do you?" i scoff.

"xavier doesn't like telling people where he is— only a few people," the man whimpers.

"you're of no use to me," i mumble. i head to the door and then shoot him in the head.

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