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This story is a dark stalker romance with extreme dubious situations.

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Itachi

The house is large enough that even if someone stumbled inside, they couldn't and wouldn't get close to the wing where my little Petal stays.

A smile tugs my lips at the thought that she's dripping all over the vibrator and with nothing to appease her want.

Pet might act tough, but she doesn't like toys or collars or chains. Actually, she does, but only when I'm there with them. She said it the last time, didn't she? That it's not about the fantasy, it's about the one who's bringing the fantasy to reality.

Me.

When I go back to her, she'll be so ready for me, she'll forget about all the stubbornness and her demand to go back.

She'll never go back.

It takes me a few hours to do a complete tour of the mansion. It's old, the walls have gained age after all the years it has spent vacant.

It became the house of ghosts.

My family was shot in Chicago, and for some fucked up reason, I'm glad for it. I don't know how I would've taken it if this place was turned into a bloodfest by the Senjus.

I stand in front of the house, my hands in my pockets as I stare in the distance. On the right, there's a field for grapes. On the left, olive trees. Nonno and my father loved their wine and olive oil.

My gaze filters back to a recliner chair on the patio where Nonno used to sit and hold me on his lap while he read me stories. I remember the day he died due to his heart disease. The number of people who showed up at his funeral was unbelievable to a young child my age.

It was majestic and full of respect. Dad stood proud and told me we were the leaders of the family.

"Responsibility is a duty, not a choice, Itachi."

I briefly close my eyes as his words filter back into my head.

Even the Senjus were there, or at least Butsuma and Hashirama were, paying respect to Nonno's death, offering their condolences like rats while they were plotting our demise and how to stab us from behind.

Motherfuckers.

I'll erase the Senju name just like they erased the Uchiha — or rather tried to. I might go by Itachi Akatsuki now, but I was once Itachi Alessio Uchiha. I was once a proud son of the Uchiha family. I came back after decades but better late than fucking never.

Nagato said this place has been deserted since the massacre in the States.

There are a few seasonal workers, usually illegal migrants, but from what he said, no one forgot the Uchihas.

Nagato's father had been Dad's best friend and he was hunted down and killed in his house in Sicily.

The only reason Nagato survived is because Tobirama kept him alive to take care of his shipments from here to the States.

The motherfucker must think he's so invincible that they kept the sons of his enemies alive. Not only that, but he makes them believe he's their benefactor, too. It's his God complex.

That day my foster father was beating me the fuck up until he broke my nose, I hit him back and ran away. That's when Tobirama appeared like a savior — or more like a grim fucking reaper. He was waiting for the chance I'd be on my own so he could pounce, and I gave him just that by running away.

Well, Tobirama. You're not the only one with hidden cards.

Once I'm outside, I retrieve my phone and dial his number. On the way here, Nagato provided an untraceable phone. Mine was, but Tobirama knew about it, so I don't trust it anymore.

Not that I completely trust Nagato either, but we share a tragedy and there's company in that. The need for revenge in his eyes matches the same that's flowing in my blood.

He answers after two rings. "Tobirama Senju."

"Itachi Alessio Uchiha."

There's a pause before he speaks in a calm tone. "You figured it out."

"You thought I never would?"

"I knew there would be a day where you connected the dots. I just thought I would use your dog skills for a bit more."

I clench my teeth but force myself to remain composed as I speak, "Is that why you sent me to kill Kimimaro? Because he figured it out, too?"

Kimimaro, Tobirama's earlier hitman and number one man, suddenly fell from grace. Tobirama told me he betrayed him and therefore he needed to die. I didn't question it at the time and finished him off.

Now, I'm sure Kimimaro belonged to a family Tobirama hurt at some point and he made the mob killer think he saved him, too.

Tobirama's booming laughter echoes through the phone. "Exactly. An animal finishing an animal. Don't you think it's poetic?"

When I don't reply, he continues, "Just like it's poetic how you saw me as your savior when I shot your whore mother in front of your face. The only reason I didn't kill you is because it was easier to use you."

I'm going to kill him and I'll make it fucking hurt.

It'll be torture.

No, worse than torture.

There's this urge inside me to fly to him right now and slice his throat open, but I have enough self-preservation to know it won't be that easy.

That doesn't mean I'll stop. After all, I have the perfect way to provoke his weakness. "How is your search for Hashirama's son going?"

Silence. It goes on for long enough that I know he's calculating right now.

"That's none of your business now, is it?" He finally says.

"Maybe it is. Maybe I have him and maybe he'll be my perfect revenge."

"Killing him will be doing me a favor, Itachi, not the other way around."

"Hmm. Curious. I never said anything about killing him."

"You have no other choice. If I see him or you, both of you will be fucking dead."

"Who knows, Tobirama. Maybe the next time you see us, we'll be both reigning over your empire."

I hang up before he can say anything.

A small smile lifts my lips. Tobirama won't know what's happening to him until it hits him in the fucking face.

My plan is already in motion. I'll stay under the radar for a while. Tobirama will go out of his mind — no doubt, he'll send men and be frantic, and that's when I'll strike.

I'm about to go back to my little Petal's side, take care of the precious Senju heir, when a black car comes speeding in the distance.

Nagato.

He stops in front of the house and comes out of his Jaguar, appearing smug like he owns the entire place.

"You should get guards." He leans against his car, crossing his feet at the ankles.

I retrieve a cigarette, light it and blow smoke in his direction. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you're a Uchiha and Uchihas rule around here."

"Still don't see what's the point."

"Aside from the fact that Tobirama might come here?"

"He won't." I blow another puff of smoke. "If he wanted Sicily, he wouldn't have planted you in his turf. The Senjus aren't liked around here."

"Doesn't mean he won't send mercenaries." He releases a breath. "You still have loyal men who would do anything for you."

"Why would they?"

"Again. Because you're a fucking Uchiha. Your family's favor toward them precedes you."

Nonno's and Padre's favor, not mine. I, on the other hand, abandoned the people here and forgot they even existed. Fuck, I even forgot my own damn name.

Still, as my gaze strays on the half-dead fields, there's some sort of purpose that explodes in my chest.

I want to return to those times where people worked the earth, where this house was open for anyone who loved rich meals and summer festivals.

I want to breathe life back in this place, drink its wine and add its olive oil to my Italian dishes.

And on that table, I'll be sitting with the woman who has pink hair and porcelain skin.

I frown. Where the fuck did that image come from?

"I'll meet them," I tell Nagato. "A few at a time."

"Speak Italian," he says. "Don't you dare speak English around here."

"They're traditional as fuck. I know that."

He smiles. "And loyal as fuck, too. They've been working the lands with little to no pay just to keep the earth alive".

I raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"You even have a wine cellar. Try it."

I nod. "Make plans for a small gathering."

A small smile grazes his lips and his weird eyes with heterochromia flicker between purple and black. "Tonight."

"Tonight." I crush my cigarette under my shoe, turning to leave.

My little Petal has been alone for long enough.

"Let's go to my office." Nagato's voice stops me in my tracks.

I glimpse at him over my shoulder. "Why?"

"For preparations. You did well as a killer, but you also need to know who you're dealing with business-wise."

He's right.

Not only do the Senjus' power go beyond borders, but their business arm is as strong as their criminal one. If I want to bring them down, I need to consider all possible angles.

After one last glance at the house, I get into Nagato's car. My little Petal will be fine until I return.

The vibrator will keep her on the edge for me until I come back to stake my claim.

My lips curve at the thought.

"What do you plan to do with the girl?" Nagato asks me once we're out of the property.

When we came here, I told him she's related to Tobirama because it was the only way he'd agree to smuggle her back with us on his jet.

I only said she's a card I'll use, and that's all he fucking needs to know. Nagato might be my ally, but no one is allowed near my little Petal.

"She's on standby for now."

"On standby," he repeats, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

"You have a problem with it?"

"She's a liability, Alessio. Women always are."

"Let me worry about that."

"You should get rid of her," he says. "Or I can do it for you."

In a second, I have my knife against his throat so close to cutting his artery. "You won't go within ten meters' range of her. Is that fucking clear?"

"Dio Mio." He chuckles.

"I said, is that fucking clear, Nagato?"

"Fine, stronzo*."

"I'll cut you a new asshole if you go near her."

He arches a brow. "But if she poses any liability to our plan, she's out."

I retrieve my knife from his throat.

Even I recognize how much of a liability she can be.

Pet is a threat to my fucking life.

And I still can't get over this obsession I have with her.


Stronzo*: Stupid