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Greece

It had been almost five days since she'd seen him and she couldn't stop thinking about him. Allegro was her every thought and she wished so desperately to be in his arms. She'd felt the spark at their touch, that was something she couldn't deny but she couldn't bring him into her shit. She had to handle her problem by herself or he'd end up hurt and she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she let him something happen to him.

She walked the streets in broad daylight and sighed, it must feel nice to be this carefree all the time and not have to watch over your back. She stopped at the grocery and entered the door taking a cart with her. She strolled through the aisles feeling content but the feeling only lasted a minute as she barreled into a man who looked oddly familiar.... suddenly overcome with fear, Greece dropped the can she was holding as the man seemed to piece the puzzle together and before he could grab ahold of her and wrangle her back to his boss she bolted out of the store.

Oh god, she needed to go and fast because it was only a matter of time before he came to her door and finished what he was supposed to do months ago. Greece left the grocery immediately but didn't go home, she was too smart to let him think that he was going to find out where she lived that easily. She'd go home later that night after she quit her job, she'd get her bags and get out of there as fast as possible.

Suddenly she felt sadness course through her at the thought of never seeing Allegro again. It had crossed her mind to call him and ask for help but she couldn't put him at risk like that. She couldn't dump her problems on him.

~*~

That night she entered the club and attempted to maneuver through the crowd but it was proving difficult at the amount of people. She needed to speak to her boss as soon as possible and then she'd be gone and out of their hair. As she reached the door to his office she could hear talking on the inside, "Yes, she does work here."
"This woman Greece Wall is wanted for attempted murder and if she shows up to work I'll need to contact me immediately!" She recognized that voice and instantly felt terrified.

Murder! She never— she needed to get out of there fast and as quick as her legs could carry she ran out of club and into the streets. There was no time, she needed to get to her apartment and pack her things and leave. She couldn't let him get her. She ran and ran until her legs couldn't take it anymore and she burst into tears. Sobbing loudly in the cold, dark street.

She swiftly wiped her eyes and gritted her teeth, she needed to suck it up and get it together, if she didn't he'd surely get her. Only when she arrived at her apartment she knew her cover had been compromised. There were two black cars parked outside and she covered her hand over her mouth in shock. How could this have happened, she didn't understand how he'd found her so quickly. She'd done everything correctly, she'd hidden every single one her tracks.

Instantly turning her back and walking away she took out her phone and not thinking she dialed Allegro. She had no idea what she'd tell him but he needed to find her soon. All it took was one ring and he picked it up, "Greece?"
Her hand was shaking, "Allegro," Her voice was shaking.
"What is it? Are you okay?"

"I, um.. I need your help."
"Where are you?" He asked.
Suddenly she heard the rumble of voices exiting her apartment behind her and gripped the phone tightly, "Please hurry!" She begged, "They'll get me!"
"Where are you!" He asked again.

"I'm walking down the street of my apartment, Allegro they're following me, please hurry I'm scared."
Greece could tell they were close and dread filled her, "Stay on the phone okay mio amore, I'll be there soon."

Greece hugged herself and continued briskly walking down the street.
"Are you still there?" She asked quietly.
"I am." His voice was quick to answer and she relaxed just a little bit.
But her relief wasn't meant to last as suddenly a firm arm gripped her shoulder, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Don't you think we would have seen you approaching?" The man she knew as Dean cackled.
"Kazer would be happy to have you back."
Greece immediately tried to free herself from his grasp but more arms started to hold her,
"Allegro!" She screamed through the phone.
But Dean yanked the phone away and took out his knife, "Who was that princess?"

Greece gritted her teeth as Dean brought the knife to her throat. He pressed it firmly and she squirmed adrenaline kicking in. He gave her to two other men to hold and stood in front of her.
"Kazer did ask me to deliver some gifts to you for leaving."
"I have strict order not to touch your face." He throw a punch to her stomach and another and another.

Greece was screaming and suddenly three gun shots fired and a familiar car rolled up. Suddenly it came to a halt and Allegro stepped with a large gun in his hand, he was followed by a team of at least eight men.
"Let her go or I'll shoot every one of you mother fuckers!"
Dean suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Listen," Dean tried to patronize, "this is a private matter,"

Suddenly a shot was fired that hit one of the men holding her causing him to fall to the floor.
"I'll say it again, let her go and you won't die."
Allegro was backed by his men who were each holding a rifle pointed to Dean and his men, who were largely outnumbered.
"Who are these men?" He turned to her.
"None of your fucking business, but if you don't hand her over now I'll make sure you know." Allegro said sternly.

Dean scoffed, "Mother fucker— let her go."
Greece was instantly released and suddenly she scrambled to Allegro's side. His hand connected with her waist and he pulled her behind him.
"Now I'm going to leave,"
"Follow and kill every one of you." he turned his back to Dean to faced her.
"Are you okay?" She gripped her stomach and nodded.

He opened the door to the car, "Kazer will find you Greece, eventually!" She heard him scream but Allegro had already slammed the car door closed.

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