A/N: This one's super short because I have major homework and I just wanted you guys to be able to read at least something…So please enjoy this as an update will come later…much later. Thank you to those that have reviewed and favorite this story! Glad to know that it's getting this much love! As for Ezio and Amalia's relationship…-_-. God they have problems. Anyway continue to read and review.

P.S: I felt super super mean ending the story like that…especially at the fact that it was so damn short and then the ending was just so abrupt that even I got mad at myself for just ending it like that. But now it gets the readers so interested. Mwahahahahah *evil grin* Hate me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ezio or any Assassins Creed II Characters, but I do own my OC'S which include, Amanzio, Riccardo, Demarco and Amalia.

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She groaned in pain as Bianca poured an ointment over the cut and proceeded to dress it. "What happened to you, how did you get this wound?" Bianca asked, trying to be as careful as she could. "Let's just say that..urgh." Amalia pushed Bianca's hand away not wanting to have to deal with the pain anymore. How she managed to get from the other side of the city to the thieves guild without hurting herself that much was beyond her comprehension. It was probably just the adrenaline that had kicked in why she didn't feel as much pain as she did now. "These two men, very persistent I must say. Well one of their swords cut me when I was least expecting it."

Bianca nodded in understanding and continued to apply the ointment, despite Amalia's protests. "Ouch! That hurts." She whined, pulling away from her touch. "Well it's going to hurt for a while if you don't let me apply this medicine. It should help your wound heal faster." Bianca finished as quickly as she could and exited the room, but not before telling her that she would be on bed rest for the remainder of the day. "Just great…" She mumbled, moving into a less awkward position that would be more comfortable for her. She felt herself drifting off a bit, and soon she was sleeping while snoring lightly.

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"Wake up." A voice whispered in her ear, causing her to stir slightly. "Ugh." She grumbled, rolling over, completely forgetting about her wound. When she put pressure on the wound she let out a little yelp and her eyes shot open. At first she looked down to check to see that she hadn't reopened the wound and stained the bandages that were around her waist. After making sure that everything was fine she glanced up to see Bianca standing over her. "I'm sorry to disturb your sleep." She apologized while sitting on the edge of the bed. "I just came in here to tell you that I need to apply more ointment and redress the wound."

"You have got to be kidding me?" She asked, backing up away from her. "You just dressed it."

"It is nightfall Amalia."

"What?" She said surprised. Moving over to the side of the bed, she looked around for her shoes. When she found them she quickly slipped them on and walked out of the room to head outside. Sure enough the stars were shining in the sky and the moonlight was peeking out behind some of the few clouds that dotted the sky. "I've been asleep for how long now."

"About four or five hours."

"Wow." She mumbled, stepping outside into the moonlight. "Come, I must tend to your wound. Only then will you be able to help the others."

"With what?" Amalia asked, returning back to the room. "You do not know?" Bianca asked, surprised that a thief wouldn't know what was going on. "What exactly happened while I was asleep?"

"Antonio sent that man with the white robes…"

"Ezio." She said interrupting Bianca. She looked up at Amalia and nodded. "I believe that he is becoming very useful to us."

"And." She said waving her hand so that Bianca could continue. "Oh. Sorry." She said giggling a bit. "Ezio had left to go and rescue thieves that have been captured by Emilio's men, and he did a couple of other errands around town. At the moment though Antonio has given Ugo orders to send Ezio on a mission to collect guard uniforms so that they may infiltrate the Palazzo della Seta undetected."

"And they weren't going to invite me." She said pouting a bit. "You are injured." Bianca said, stating the obvious. "Yeah, but that never stopped me before. Maybe I could help with something."

"If you want to help, I believe that you should talk to Antonio." Amalia nodded, and pushed Bianca's hands away as she was about to tighten the bandage even more. "It's okay. It doesn't need to be tightened anymore."

"But it could come undone."

"No it won't. You did a fine job." Amalia smiled at her and patted her on the back."Thank you for taking care of me, but I believe that I have to catch up with Ezio before he does anything…stupid."

"Just make sure that you don't hurt yourself too much! I don't want you coming back here with blood all over you."

Amalia laughed as an evil smile crept up her face. "I assure you that the only blood that you'll be seeing on my robes is that of Emilio's men."

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"And you want to help the cause you say."

"Yup" She said, nodding her head. Antonio sighed and walked around the room gazing at everything but her. "What type of skills to do you have?" He asked, running a hand through his shoulder length black hair. "Well…I was trained by this amazing man by the name of Mario..and I've learned swordsmanship, and theft, hand to hand combat, and many other things."

"Do you have any experience with working with other… perhaps my thieves?"

"I can work with anybody, because I get along with almost everyone," A light laugh escaped her lips. "But I don't like Riccardo. He makes my blood boil. Especially after giving my location away. I swear that guy would be a walking air horn."

"What is this air horn you speak of?"

"Uhhh…" She scratched behind her head laughing nervously. "Just forget I said anything."

"I see.." He trailed off nodding his head, with his hand placed under his chin. Amalia watched Antonio pace back and forth making her become very irritated just from looking at him. One of her pet peeves would definitely have to be watching someone do the same exact thing over and over. For example, Antonio pacing the room. She just wanted to take a chainsaw and cut his legs off so he wouldn't be walking back and forth all the time. Just looking at him caused her to become dizzy, and she had to ask him to sit down. "Do you mind not doing that? It really bothers me."

"Doing what?" He asked, continuing his pacing. "That!" She said pointing at him. "You keep walking back and forth like there's something stuck up your crotch or something. It's annoying."

"So little things like this get you annoyed." He pushed, continuing to pace back and forth, but staring at her while doing so. Bastard's doing this on purpose. "Yes it does! Now can you stop?" Antonio laughed and patted her on the shoulder, not being able to keep the grin off his face. "I'm sorry Amalia. It is just too funny watching you becoming riled by such trivial things.

"Now I do have a job for you, but not exactly what you think?"

"What are you talking about?" She asked, now interested that he was giving her a solo mission. "There's this pigeon coop…" Her face fell, and she rolled her eyes. Antonio just laughed.

"I was just playing games Amalia. No need to get upset."

"Yeah..well just give me the damn mission."

"Straight to the point I see. I like you." Antonio moved to sit at his desk. "Please, have a seat."

She took the seat that he offered to her and crossed her legs, now wanting to get straight to the point instead of beating around the bush. From first impression, Antonio seemed to be much of a talker, instead of a listener. Just from what he had done to her before, it was evident that he wasn't going to get to the point right away, but instead lead up to it.

She hated people like that.

"There are some conspirators in Venezia that I need you to watch. From what I have heard is that Ezio had taken care of all of them in Firenze, but there are still a few remaining who had managed to escape and come to Venezia. Antonio Ricci, Demarco Costa, Faglione Mancini, and Matroniano Canavacciolo. Information from my men stationed throughout the city has told me that Matroniano is a dog to Emilio. Man's best friend I'm afraid. One of our thieves has been bribed to send information to Antonio Ricci, and he relays all of our plans to Matroniano which has not been in our favor at all. Our attempt at flooding the Palazzo had failed that day because that thief is still amongst us and has been ruining everything by giving out information. We have not been able to figure out who has betrayed us, but I feel that you may be able to find out who has."

A hand was placed on her chin as she thought long and hard about who it might be. "Well," she started. "Who are the thieves that are closest to you? Give me a list."

"There is Ugo, Rosa, Bianca..well she isn't really a thief, but more of…" Amalia cleared her throat, telling Antonio to get on with it because he was blabbering on useless information to her. "Sorry." He apologized.

"Ugo, Rosa, Charlo," He numbered, counting off of his fingers. "Macio, Rodolpho, Regolo, and Riccardo."

Ugo. No he was too loyal and too stupid.

Rosa was injured that day at the Palazzo and Emilio wouldn't allow one of his spies to be put in danger as that was the only way he could get info.

That left Charlo, Macio, Rodolpho, Regolo and Riccardo.

When Antonio had finished reading off the list to her, and after she had finished thinking about the thieves while counting them off in her head, she knew immediately who the betrayer was. "You need not worry anymore." She said, trying to sound professional even though she was laughing on the inside. How he had not figured it out already just made her burst out laughing. "I do not follow."

"I know who you're black sheep is!" She said wiping a tear away from her eye. "Who!" Antonio asked. His hands slammed unto his desk as he stood up so quickly that his chair fell over.

"Oh…you'll soon find out."

Antonio growled and waved her out. "Be gone." He said, his back now turned to her.

"As you wish." She mocked.

God these people were so clueless.

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Amalia watched Ezio as he ran throughout the streets, weaving in and out of people. She didn't really want to make herself known unless he absolutely needed help, and at the moment he looked like he had everything under control. As she looked on this nagging feeling in the back of her head couldn't stop her from looking around. Something didn't sit well in her stomach, and she wasn't feeling very happy about that. The note still rested in her pocket, and she placed a hand over it, anticipating what was inside of the letter. The words rung throughout her head. The same words that the man had yelled at her before taking off. 'He'll be waiting.'

What was that supposed to mean exactly? Everything was probably explained in the letter, but she didn't want to read what it said…not yet at least. To be honest she wanted Ezio right there to read over her shoulder, seeing what was written on the paper. But another part of her wanted to read it on her own and figure out why those men were following her. She was afraid that if she got Ezio involved with this then he wouldn't let her come on any other missions with him, and he'd become an overprotective person.

And everyone knows that overprotective people just ruin's your day. "Ah…fuck it." She mumbled, reaching into her pocket. Her name was written on the front. Not just her first name, but her entire name.

Have you ever been in that situation where a parent or a person that is taking care of you yells at you by your full name? That just reeks of you being in trouble, and you know it. Well seeing her name on the front like that made a bad feeling settle in the pit of her stomach.

Amalia Salvatore De Luca. Written in such beautiful letters that made her jealous by just looking at it. Wincing a bit at the snapping of the tie around the letter, she watched as the letter came undone and it fell down like how you would open a scroll. She squeezed her eyes shut saying a silent prayer to herself.

"Dear god. Yes, talking to you at the moment seems pretty stupid and pathetic, considering the fact that I'm not religious at all, and I don't even really believe in you that much. But I prayer to you that Demarco..or whomever sent me this letter isn't set out to kill me, because you know how Ezio gets. He'll find their asses and skin them alive. Anyway, please don't make this letter a meet and greet type of thing where I have to go meet him or else he's going to kill the closest people to me, or else I'm seriously going to chuck my shoe at the sky and hope it knocks you on the head….uh…in the name of you..uh Amen."

She bowed quickly and opened her eyes to start reading.

Dear Amalia….

Cliffhanga! Blaha! xD