Hannah's POV

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I have been shit on for my sense of fashion many times in my life.

Whether it be strangers, friends, or even foster mothers, someone always has something bad to say about my sense of fashion. I've come to expect it from most girls, like Sarah. What I did not expect, however, was for the don of the Sicilian mafia to hate on my fashion.

"That looks like shit." He says, not even looking up from the computer on his desk. Sarah, who was sitting in one of his office chairs, quickly agreed.

Since we've been at the safe house, we've all gotten closer, and on each others nerves, more than you can imagine. Ace immediately wanted me to make public appearances so he gave me a credit card and let Sarah and I run loose in a mall. He was beyond angry when he found out we spent over a thousand dollars on clothes, but that's his fault for only giving recruits workout stuff.

Ace explained to us that we would be going to a ton of charities and events so Sarah and I had to have nice dresses. We not only had to train harder but he also made us take a couple etiquette classes. They were boring as hell and taught by a crazy French lady, but it was fun to watch her yell at Oliver for using the wrong fork.

Sweet, sweet Oliver. Within an hour of Ace giving us phones, I had to block his number. He was constantly sending me tweets and memes and calling me from random rooms in the house. You would think he never had a phone before with how he was acting.

Tomorrow morning Thea and Leo were coming over. They were currently at a Canadian compound, but coming to help us with a mission. Since part of my "mission" was to make public appearances, we were going to a polo match. Ace isn't going because he wants to stay under the radar, but Sarah and I are going with Ben and Oliver. Oliver was supposed to be my date, but I think he's more excited about seeing the horses.

Sarah had already picked out her dress, which was blue with polka dots and ruffles, but we still haven't managed to find a good one for me. Personally, I suggested that they not make me wear a dress, but the look I got said the dress was non debatable.

I had tried the first few on in front of Sarah but she kept turning them down. Since Ace's Office was right down the hall, he got roped into our fashion show as well. He was more annoyed than anything, but what's he gonna do? Kick us out?

"I think you should wear the dark purple one with the hat." Sarah suggests.

"Absolutely not. You got me in a dress, I'm not wearing a hat."

"You could always go talk about in another room?" Ace suggests, finally looking up from his work.

"Finally going to voice your opinion?" Sarah asks, crossing her arms. He gives her a stressed look before sighing.

"Hannah, I will get you a personal stylist if you want. Just please, get out of my fucking office."

"Grouchy." I mumble under my breath, walking out. Sarah quickly follows me as I go back to my room.

Sarah and I both plop down on my bed, covered in dresses, while we take a break. Since there were three Capos and three of us, we each got our own Capo to deal with. Sarah, obviously, got Ben. He was hard on her, but she could also get out of stuff when it came to him. Oliver got Vinnie. Vinnie was hard on him, but I think working together just brought the two closer. I got stuck with Antony. Not only was he hard on me, but I had to listen to his flirty innuendos all fucking day, which is more exhausting than running ten miles every morning.

"I just want to sleep for a month." I sigh, closing my eyes.

"Me too." Sarah sighed. "I miss Italy."

"At least you got to see it while we were there." I think that was the thing I hated most about us leaving. I was in Sicily for almost a month and I never even saw the city.

"You can go back someday."

"Yeah, with what money?"

"Well, I don't know about that. After this war is over, you could always ask to transfer there?" She suggested.

"I have to live through the war first." 

"What about Ace?" She looked over at me with raised brows and a devious grin.

"What about him?"

"Well, the man is from Sicily. Why don't you date him, I know he'll go back there afterwards."

"For starters, no. Second, I'm not going to date someone just to travel." She started to say something, but I quickly cut her off. "Or for money!" She groaned, putting her hands over her face.

"Whats going on with you two anyways?"

"Nothing?" I ask her. If there is something going on between Ace and I, I sure as hell don't know about it.

"Liar. What about when we came back from Mexico? Or on the plane here? You two really seem to have a thing for planes."

"Asshole, and I don't know. I mean stuff has happened between us, but we never talk about it." Which was very true. We haven't even talked about what happened on the plane ride here. We haven't really talked at all since then.

"Have you slept with him?"

"Nope."

"Do you want to?"

"Sarah!" I quickly yell, sitting up. I glare at her but she just cackles.

"Well, do you?!" I lay back down, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm not answering that." I'm not answering that because the answer is embarrassing. I won't lie and say I haven't thought about, because I definitely have. I think he has also. Theres no way he can say the things he does and not think about it.

"Why don't you just ask him?"

"Ask him what?"

"To fuck you."

"Is that how you first slept with Ben?" I joked, trying to turn the conversation around.

"Uh huh." She nodded. "Except there was a lot of alcohol involved."

"Lovely." I say, sitting up. 

We hang out for a few more hours before Sarah and Ben decide to go pick up dinner. One thing that sucks about staying in a safe house, no post mates. I would kill to be able to have McDonalds delivered to the house right now, but I digress.

Until they got back, I was left with nothing to do. I didn't know where anyone was so I decided to go for a swim in the pool. I didn't dress up much, just throwing on a black bikini. I walked all the way down to the basement and made my way to the pool. When I did though, someone was already there.

Ace was already in the pool, swimming laps back and forth. He didn't realize I was there until he completed his last lap. He was wearing navy board shorts and his hair was soaking wet from the water. He looked like something straight out of a magazine.

"What're you doing down here?" He asked while I slowly climbed into the water. Before I answered, I quickly went under and wet my hair.

"I was bored."

"You could always train more."

"I train for six hours everyday, you want me to do more?!"

"It couldn't hurt." He shrugged.

"I never see you train." I tell him, slowly walking closer. "Maybe you should start working out with us, it couldn't hurt." I mock him, causing him to shake his head.

"I don't need to train, you do."

"Wanna bet?" Before he could answer, I splashed a big wave of water at him.

He was silent for a moment, letting the water settle. Right when I opened my mouth to say something, he splashed me with a wave twice the size of mine. I choked on the water like a cat choking on a hair ball while he just died of laughter. Oh it's on.

We splashed each other relentlessly, making huge waves in the pool and getting water on the outside. I didn't want to lose, but I got tired after around five minutes. Instead of stopping though, I started to kick the water at him with my feet.

 It didn't take long for him to outsmart me though. He quickly stopped splashing me, grabbing my feet and yanking me to him. I screamed in surprise and quickly wrapped my arms around his neck so I didn't go under. He let my legs go and I wrapped them around his waist, holding on while he tiredly walked to the ledge with seats in the water.

"I won." I smile as he sits down with me still in his lap.

"No, you almost drowned when I grabbed you're feet."

"True, but you stopped splashing first." 

He didn't answer, but looked at me instead, thinking. I couldn't tell what he was thinking about but the way he looked at me made me blush. Some of his wet hair fell into his face and I carefully moved it back.

"Why did you kiss me? That day on the beach." He asks suddenly.

"It was a dare."

"I heard you were dared to kiss someone, not me."

"You looked like you'd be a good kisser." I shrugged, trying to play it off like it was nothing.

"Truth or dare, Hannah?" I studied his face, trying to figure out if he was serious.

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss me."

I looked in his eyes, still not sure if he was serious, before my gaze slowly fell to his lips. I slowly leaned in, placing a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. Unlike last time, he immediately kissed me back. I expected it to be just a peck, but he deepened the kiss. 

One of his hands went to my hips, slowly guiding them back and forth, while his other hand went around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Both of my hands were in his hair, slightly tugging every so often, and causing him to let out a soft sigh.

Even though the kiss was heated, it wasn't rushed. It was nice and slow, like we were savoring it. Just like last time, everything around me disappeared. I purely consumed with him, his lips, and his hands.

I was purely consumed with Ace until there was a banging noise above us. We both quickly pulled apart, looking to the ceiling. We were right underneath the glass in the living room that looks down into the pool. Oliver was kneeling over the glass with a smirk.

"Dinner's here!" We heard a muffled yell.

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