Hey whats up guys! I know this chapter is a little short. Sorry about that. But i think its pretty good so without further ado, here is the next chapter in our adventure! Nice feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy! DISCLAIMER: I do not own Assassins Creed.

"I want to show you something." An Italian coated voice said softly in my ear as I combed through my wet hair. I turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. "It is not a surprise," He clarified. "More of a favor." I knit my eyebrows together in confusion, wondering what use I could possibly be to him.

"Okay." I said timidly as I placed my brush down on the table and stood.

"Come." He said as he took my hand and led me from the room. I noticed he changed into another cloak this one was a bit darker, sort of an off grey color. It made him look more like his normal self. This cloak was slightly different though. It seemed to hold more weapons and had a different design on it. It was also quite a bit longer, but overall it resembled his old one pretty closely besides the color. I loved the way it made him look so strong and mysterious. His facial hair had also grown out recently. It was only a little more than a stubble but fit him perfectly. I glanced around as we walked. The villa was so big. There were so many beautiful room inside, each decorated accordingly to it purpose. The walls were tall and seemed to glow when the lights hit them just right. It was truly a beautiful building. He led me down the stairs and into one of the rooms that looked like a library before gesturing towards the desk, silently asking me to take a seat. I did as he instructed then he made his way behind me, snaking his arms around me before pulling the drawer to the desk. He pulled out a few huge binders and laid them atop the table.

"What is that?" I questioned as I looked down at the tattered books.

"These are the books for Mario's businesses around town. When my sister was here she kept them up. She did a really good job at it as well. After she left we have had some trouble getting them sorted out." He explained as he walked around me and sat half way on the desk. "I do not know if you have any experience with this kind of thing, but would you mind maybe taking a look at them? Maybe you could help us out." I gave him a smile before carefully opening one of the books. I immediately recognized what they were.

"These are financial documents for the local stores and buildings." I stated confidently.

"Uh… Yeah." Ezio said, surprised as he rubbed the back of his neck. "How did you know that?" he questioned.

"I have told you about the pottery store I helped run in Egypt." I replied.

"Well, yeah. But I did not know you handled the financial part as well." I laughed as I flipped the pages.

"I handled pretty much everything." I could feel his warm eyes studying me. We sat in silence for a long moment before he spoke again.

"Who handles it now?" I smiled sadly and closed the book, setting it to the side.

"Oni did." I answered as I folded my hands in my lap. "I sometimes feel guilty for leaving it all on her to handle when I decided to leave." He slid from the desk and grabbed my hands gently, holding them as he looked at me sweetly.

"She had the option to join you here, no?" He asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Yes. I wanted her to. But she absolutely refused. And, well, you seen when happened when she did finally make her way here…" I trailed off. He sighed and raised my hand up to his soft lips, placing a loving kiss to the back before he dropped it.

"You will handle the books then?" He questioned, his tone returning to professional. I nodded.

"No problem." I said with a smile.

"Good." He replied as he pulled his hood over his head. "I have faith in you." He began to walk towards the door. I started to get an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

"Where are you going?" I asked. He glanced over his shoulder at me.

"To take care of some… things." I knew I shouldn't have said anything else, but something kept eating at me.

"What type of things?" I asked skeptically as I slowly rose from my chair. I could tell my curiosity caught him off guard. He stopped walking and turned around.

"Just some… stuff." He said as he crossed his arms. I too crossed my own arms and raised my eyebrow at him. "What?" he half chuckled.

"What stuff Ezio?" I asked again with not a trace of humor in my voice. He grew irritated at me.

"The stuff I always have to take care of." He stated as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Killing people?" I said bluntly. He uncrossed his arms and took a defensive stance. I could tell He didn't like my words.

"What has gotten into you Nanu?" He said harshly.

"I'm right, aren't I?" I demanded.

"Nanu." He warned as he stepped closer to me.

"Why Ezio? I thought this was going to be different. You said it was." I could not stop the overflow of feelings spewing from my mouth. All the things I kept bottled up about what he does and who he is came flowing out.

"I said Venice was a different place, not that I was a different person!" He yelled.

"Can't you just stop?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air. "Do you always have to kill people? Is this always going to be your life?" He gave an irriteted huff, turning quickly and stomping towards the door.

"You know not of what you speak." He said harshly. My irritation grew.

"Do you care for nothing else?" I yelled after him.

"Of course I do!" he yelled back from the door way.

"Sure…" I scoffed under my breath. He turned towards me once more, quickly advancing towards me while jabbing a finger in my direction.

"You know nothing! What I do, I do because of the ones I love! I am an Assassin! I was born with Assassin blood flowing through my body and I will DIE an Assassin! And YOU will just have to deal with it!" I sat back into my chair, watching him with wide eyes as every angry word flew from his mouth. I felt my own eyes begin to sting, my hurt emotions causing more words to flow.

"And what if I don't want to?" I choked out.

"Then leave!" He yelled before turning for the last time and stomping out of the door and out of the Villa.

Tears fell from my eyes and damped the books that lay on top of the desk. I stayed there for at least an hour, replaying what had happened over and over in my head. A part of me wondered if I would ever be at peace with what Ezio does. In this moment it seemed unlikely. Another part of me wishes I would have just kept my mouth shut. But I also think he needed to know my true feelings on the matter. I sighed. I should have gone about it a different way.

I wiped away my tears with the sleeve of my dress and opened the books once more. Ezio's sister did an amazing job at keeping everything organized. Her work was really impressive. I hoped I could do as good of a job as she did. I worked on the books for a long while, making notes and studying the average costs of each property before a small knock came from the doorway. I glanced up to see a rough looking Aunt Rita standing before me.

"Aunt Rita!" I cried as I pushed my chair back, quickly going to her side.

"Nanu, wonderful to see you dear!" She said in her usual cheerful voice.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Oh yes!" she replied. "I am just fine. I've been through worse than this." I crinkled my forehead in displeasure.

"I don't want to know…" she gave a small laugh. She glanced around the room we were in.

"I haven't been in here for ages." She said as her eyes looked far off, recalling some old memories.

"Yeah, it's nice." She glanced over at the desk.

"Ezio has you managing books now, does he?" she asked with a chuckle. I was surprised at how much my heart ached at just the mention of his name. This didn't go unnoticed by her. "Oh honey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I tried to say nonchalantly. "We just had a little disagreement is all." She studied my face for a long moment before sighing.

"That will happen from time to time darling. Things will be okay though." I gave a small smile. I knew she was right. This wasn't going to last forever. I tried to brush off my feelings and move on. "Would you like to come and help me make some dinner?" Aunt Rita asked, trying to keep me distracted. I smiled and nodded.

"I'd love to. I hadn't realized how late it was." I replied.

"Oh, busy day?" She questioned. My mind briefly recapped today's events. Images of my afternoon bath with Ezio flashed in my mind's eye. I could feel my face reddening as we made our way to the kitchen.

"Sort of…" I mumbled. I watched her steel a glance at me out of the corner of her eye, raising an eyebrow in confusion, but she didn't ask me to elaborate. And for that I was grateful. We busied ourselves with preparing a meal big enough for all of us to eat, chatting occasionally as we worked. It felt nice to be this way with her again. It felt like ages had gone by since we were living peacefully in Florence. So much had changed in just a short amount of time.

"Rita! So good to see you awake and doing well!" I voice cried from behind us. We turned to see Mario walking through the doorway.

"I am feeling just fine Mario, thank you for all your help." Aunt Rita said as she took a few steps towards him, wiping her hands on a towel.

"So glad to hear it. I have to admit, I was a little worried." He placed his hand on her shoulder, giving her a small squeeze. She smiled at him sweetly.

"I appreciate the concern Mario."

They talked as we cooked. It was obvious to me that Mario liked Aunt Rita. His voiced seemed to soften when he spoke directly to her. I smiled to myself, wondering if Rita felt the same for him. I felt like maybe she did. She would softly touch his arm and nudge his ribs when the opportunity presented itself. After he excused himself to go wash up for dinner I spoke to her.

"Mario seems awful sweet on you Aunt Rita." A big smile crawled its way onto her lips.

"Yes, it would seem so." She agreed. I paused for a moment before bumping her slightly.

"So, do you like him?" she gave a small laugh.

"Didn't we have this conversation once before? I'm too old for love." She said. It almost sounded down hearted.

"That's not true. I don't think anyone is too old for love." She pursed her lips together as we served the food.

"Perhaps."

They laughed and talked over supper as we all ate. The meal was wonderful, but my heart felt so heavy knowing Ezio and I were on bad terms. After we ate I told Aunt Rita that I would take care of the dishes. When she protested I told her it would keep my heavy mind preoccupied. She nodded and left with Mario to stroll around the house before bed. I busied myself with cleaning anything I thought could use it. Then finally when I ran out of things to do, I had to retire to my room. After I changed and climbed into bed I had nothing else to do but think about the events that happened that afternoon. I thought about how Ezio's hands felt as they explored my body. How amazing it felt to share that intimate moment with him this morning. How I wished we could share one now. Then I thought about how his sharp tongue hurt me this afternoon. How his words were so powerful, they could build me up, and tare me down just as easily. How did we go from one extreme to the other so quick?

I felt the familiar sting of tears starting to pool in my eyes. I quickly slipped under the covers and closed my eyes, hoping for sleep to rescue me before they started to fall.