A/N: Nothing really to say, but the fact that I absolutely hate my mother at the moment because she's trying to dictate how I use my laptop and my internet time, because she thinks that I'm addicted to the internet. -_-;. So it may be true that I'm addicted to FANFICTION! Not the internet, but I'll never say a word to her, because if she ever found my rape, and non-con fics/ *cough cough porn technically in written form cough cough*, then she would skin me alive. Anyway, I've been busy with writing another fanfiction that won't be posted until after this fic is done, so that's why it's been practically forever since I've written anything. Kind of a long time, right. Well hopefully this fic says everything, and that it's up to your standard.

UPDATE: Also I'm really truly sorry for taking so long with this chapter. I felt so bad for not posting for about two weeks now. I'm not going to lie and say I was busy, because that's not what happened. In truth I was stumped…WRITER'S BLOCK SUCKS BALLS! I reworked this chapter more times than I can count, and I deleted a 5000+ chapter because I didn't like it. I had tried to type something while at Masaki4everDead's house, but I literally DIED! Trying to think of something. So I took a long needed break and now I'm back. Sorry for the long wait guys! Hope you enjoy

Disclaimer: Don't own nothing but the multiple OC's in this story!

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Dear Amalia,

As you know, I now know where you are located and what your plans are which means that if you want to keep your little band of thieves together, and not broken up, you must do as I say. Do not think that I still don't remember what had happened years ago when I had taken you in and you betrayed me by leaving. Because of you my plans have been on rough waters and my master has required me to do certain things; that being to kill you and your little friend. If you want to see another day with your Assassin, meet me at the Palazzo tomorrow night when the sun goes down. Do not even thinking of bringing anyone along with you. I just want you. Only you

-Demarco Costa

Great. Just freaking great. Friggin' pie high sky great. Not only was he a stalker, but a complete and utter pervert at that. What in the hell did he want with me in the first place? That had been years ago. YEARS I tell you. Can't you just bury it under the mat and forget that it ever happened? I mean sure I stole his money.

….

Sure I took advantage of him.

…

And sure I took his gifts.

God, saying that made me look like a douche, but come on. They're gifts! If you give it to me then it's mine. Besides, it's not like he was poor or anything. The man practically built Sam Gimignano from the ground up. Well not literally, but he put in a considerable amount of effort into assembling a lot of the buildings. The ones that he had shown me were magnificent as they towered over the town, but the shape that the town was in took away how beautiful it was. Basically Sam Gimignano was a replica of Monteriggioni; muddy grounds, boarded up houses, and people dressed in rags.

So maybe I was exaggerating with the rags, but you get what I mean when I say that they didn't dress their best. Even the guard's uniforms were tacky. "Ugh." I let out a breath and turned around to gaze out over the roof that I was standing on. Currently I was looking for the black sheep, but before I had watched Ezio run around because I was quite bored. Sure Antonio had given me a job, but he never really said when exactly I had to complete it, which meant that I could take all the time in the world… but I really did need to find out where this guy was.

It was annoying that I had to be running up and down the place trying to look for him, but come on. This place is huge! Where in the hell am I supposed to find a thief? They're skilled in hiding and running from those that are after them. So what makes him think that I can do it?

Well for one. I'm an Assassin. And we Assassins' have skills beyond that of thieves, which means that I should put my skills to work. But now that I think about it Mario never taught me how to find someone. Adamo and him had taught me how to evade a person. That was for when I was going to be defensive though. As for being the attacker they taught me how to use small daggers, large swords, and anything around me to better help my situation. Mario had always told me that when I was wounded badly to the point where I had to press my hand against the wound and still fight like that, he had showed me how to fight with just one hand. Even while thinking about all of this is still wasn't enough to help me.

I need to think like a two-faced lying thief.

If I were a thief and was celebrating the fall of my used to be boss, where would I hide?

My initial thought was my new bosses' hideout, but if he were in the Palazzo then that would be a no-no for me. On the other hand he could be inside of a brothel.

Yes that's it!

He's probably inside a brothel just having some goddamn fun. Watch me and him when I find him.

Getting down off of the building was much easier than it was getting up…which sounds strange, but if you think about it, it makes sense. You struggle to climb all the way up, using your abs and upper body strength to pull you along, but to get down all you had to do was jump….and hopefully land in a pile of hay, or else you ankles are going to be very mad at you.

Thankfully mine weren't as I landed in a soft pile of hay. Courtesy to Ezio of course for teaching me not to be afraid and just close your eyes letting the wind take you to the ground…

If you could only have seen my face when he told me that.

Getting out of the hay was easy but picking the damn microscopic pieces out of your hair was just cruel. As I was getting rid of the hay to make myself a little bit more presentable in public, I looked around wondering if there was a brothel on this street. Looking for one would probably be easy, but finding out which one he was in was going to be a pain in the ass. Imagine going throughout town looking for the right whore house. He could be in anyone. There's probably like fifty of them in just this one area. And trust me, Venezia is big. And when I say big, I mean like god gave me two feet damning me to complete and utter torture because walking would take forever type of big. The type where you look at the big picture with wide eyes and turn around, giving up, and deeming it too large to conquer by yourself. Yes my friends, this is how I describe how big Venezia is. God this was going to take forever.

Well...maybe not forever. I could use some resources. Such as asking the thieves on the corner in front of me where Riccardo was. Ooops. Did I give that away? Well of course I did. Who the hell else would it be? That man was just suspicious from the start. I mean come on, look at the signs when I met him.

He was too eager to give away my location when I was on top of the roof, and when I had forced him to tell me where the thieves guild was, he crumbled almost instantly and told me where it is, even going as far to guiding me there.

Now doesn't that just smell fishy to you?

"Hey you!" I yelled, running over to the man in front of me. "I need your help."

"Who's asking?" The man asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest to make him seem more intimidating. "Look I don't have time for your stupidity, so are you going to help me or not?" His eyes squinted suspiciously at me, but he didn't say a word. "Why would you need our help?" The thief on his left asked, also copying the man that was standing in front of me by crossing his arms. "Look I got money. And it's not like I'm asking you to move from this spot. I just need some information that would help Antonio and your little group because there's a black sheep amongst you and I've been told to find him. Now if you're not," I said placing my dagger against his throat. "Then you might as well die."

The man gulped at the fact that I had taken my dagger out without him seeing and placed it against his throat. "Okay…just put the weapon down." I smiled warmly while placing the dagger back into my little pouch that hung at my side. "What do you want to know?" He questioned, taking a step back away from me. "Do you happen to know where Riccardo is?"

"Riccardo? He's the one that's been leaking information." The man said surprised.

"No I just want to find him, congratulating him on a job well down at foiling our plans. OF COURSE He's the one leaking information. Why would I be asking you in the first place?"

"No need to yell at a man." I glared at him waiting for him to continue. He cleared his throat a little and continued talking. "Last I saw him, he was headed towards the fountain in the middle of town but he could be long gone by now."

"No he's probably heading towards Rita's house. He often goes there for…business. Or so he says."

"None of this is helping me." I added, tapping my foot as the thieves gathered in a circle throwing out all the information they knew, trying to come up with a location. "Well if he was going to Rita's then he probably wants to have sex. So sex is on his mind..."

"Then that means that he must be headed towards a brothel." The man on his left said, getting excited at the fact that he knew something. I rolled my eyes completely fed up with their stupidity. "So where's the closest brothel then?"

"Well there's one near the tower in the South."

"Oh there's also one behind the armor shop, a little ways from here."

"I said closest! Not one that's 'a little ways off'." I mocked putting air quotations around his 'a little way's off' suggestion. "I just want to know the one that's close to the thief's guild or close to where we are standing." I huffed, placing a hand to my forehead to stop myself from getting worked up about nothing. "Down the street and to the left."

"Now was that so hard." I said smiling. I patted the man on the shoulder and turned to walk away, but was stopped by a hand in front of my face. "Ehem..." He wiggled his hand while asking for money.

"Oh you want me to give you money." I replied cutely. "Yesss…" He drawled, waiting for me to place something in his hand. My evil smirk came unto my face, and the man would have never guessed what was coming next. My hand shot out grabbing him around the collar, and I picked him up tossing him to the ground. Straddling him my dagger found its way to his neck and his breathing stopped short. "Still want your money, you old douche bag." He shook his head clearly frightened at my attack on him. "Good."

I stood up, brushing off dust that was attached to my clothes and turned around to head in the direction of the brothel house that that thief had so kindly pointed out to me. The streets weren't as busy as I thought it would be, but they were still crowded nonetheless. Truthfully I was hoping that the streets would be somewhat deserted which would make it much easier for me to find Riccardo. For some reason, I feel that he won't be at the brothel that I'm headed to, but he'd be more likely going to a brothel around the Palazzo. For one it was closer to Emilio, and he wouldn't have to travel very far to satisfy his needs, plus it was also somewhat relatively close to the thieves' guild.

Basically the perfect location that he could travel to and from with much ease.

Thankfully it was easy for me to travel without too much trouble and I arrived at the brothel house fairly quickly. I politely knocked on the door hoping that no one was in the hallway doing anything…suggestive. The door opened quickly, and I was met face to face with a woman who had the skimpiest dress on that I had ever seen. It was so low, that you could see the beginning of where your nipples should be. They weren't hanging out, but you could see the different color compared to her skin. "Yes! How may I help you?"

"Um. May I come in first?" I asked. She smiled at me, and nodded as she stepped back to let me in.

Now let me tell you that entering through that door was pure torture. It smelled heavily of sex, old perfume and sweat. Not a nice combination at all. It was one of the worst smells that I have ever…well smelt. Keeping a straight face was hard because the smell became stronger and stronger the further we went. People were up against the wall making out and some were even sprawled out on the ground actually having sex.

Not a pretty sight I must say.

"I'm sorry about the mess."

Is she actually talking like these people were articles of clothing or something? Such an odd sentence to use on people. "I would've told these people to get rooms, but the upstairs one's are filled, and downstairs is just a complete mess."

Great. How the hell am I supposed to keep a straight face when there are people moaning like it's the goddamn end of the world and it would be the last time they'd be having sex? This man was staring at me as I walked past, and what made it even more uncomfortable was the fact that he was pounding into this woman on the floor.

"Oh god, Genesio! Harder, harder!" She moaned, grabbing unto his hair. "For the love of god..." I mumbled while shuddering a bit.

The woman led me into a parlor type looking room, and she sat me down on the couch. "Now what is it my dear. Are you here to become a prostitute, or maybe just pleasure yourself?"

How much more casual could you get when asking this question. "Um. No." I said waving a hand in front of my face and laughing nervously. "I just need to see if any of your clients happen to be the man I'm hunting for."

"Oh." Her face turned hard. "Well…right now's not really a good time…as you can see…" Her hand waved behind her to emphasize her point. "I don't know how you could find him by asking around like that…but if you must…" She trailed off.

"Well…I'll just peek into your occupied rooms to see if he's in any of them." Horror couldn't have looked any funnier on someone else's face. Her eyes were wide, almost as if they were glued open, and her jaw was slack. A smile wriggled unto my face, and I gently got up from the seat. "I'll just be done in a minute or so."

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Could I have been any luckier? Really someone just stand up and give me a round of applause for a job well done. Currently I was dragging a very limp body to the water so that I could jump on a gondola and make my way back to thieves' guild. It had been very easy to knock the man unconscious for he had been too caught up in his orgasm to notice a chair flying at his head. The woman beneath him had been screaming bloody murder, but I had done nothing but pick up the man and place him on my shoulders.

The woman that I had talked to before, the one that had horror written on her face after my comment, had been standing in the doorway shocked beyond belief. Before I had left I had turned around and smiled at her apologizing for making such a racket. Of course she hadn't heard me, surprised at my impulsiveness to say anything coherent. Instead I had walked out the door, and here I am tossing his body unto the gondola, happy as a man doing drugs.

I didn't really see the need to tie him up because he was out cold, and I'm sure he'd be that way for a while. But I did have the decency to pull his pants back up and zip his friend back in.

Come on I wouldn't be that mean. I have standards you know. The guy was pretty tiny anyway, not that I was looking….much.

To be honest I was slightly bored at my little mission. Antonio must have given me the worst job in the world right now. Somebody get a knife and stab me in the neck. I would have loved for this boat ride to be over, but these stupid gondolas are so slow, a snail could move faster than this. Even a turtle could run faster than this. And no, slow and steady does not win the race.

Whatever your elementary school teachers had said to you or your own parents have said to you is wrong. Slow and steady doesn't win the race…well because you're slow! Does being slow in school make you win the race in the end? NO! It just means that you're stupid and can't do better at a faster pace. Why was I ranting about schools anyway? And where did this come from?

Why was I talking in my head?

SHUT UP!

I growled out loud, moving the oar back and forth at a faster pace in hopes that this boat would move any faster. I hadn't even made it half way there and I was already fed up with this. "Maybe I could do something to pass the time…but what?" I slowly stroked my chin, as if there was a beard there, and thought of what to do. Maybe I could think about how life was treating me.

No it was going horribly wrong.

What about your friends?

I need new ones.

What about Ezio?

And that is where I cross the line, and step back. Let me just wave at the man on the other side and continue on with my business. At the moment, I wasn't interested in him and he could go kiss my ass for all I care. I'm completely done with him, but I will still accompany him on his trips to wherever he goes.

Why am I acting like this? Because people like him shouldn't have the free will to do as they please with others. Especially if they have feelings for you.

My face turned into a frown as I pulled the gondola next to a couple of stairs. Thinking had really passed the time on my way there, but now I was unhappy because Ezio might be there. And from my thoughts earlier, at the moment I wasn't in the mood to see his face.

Sure enough when I entered into the little opening where the thieves would gather, there stood Rosa and Ezio. Seeing them made me want to puke as I watched him touch her chin and bring it up so that she was now staring at him. Add the heavy weight on my shoulders, and ladies and gentlemen, you have a very pissed off Assassin on your hand.

I ignored Rosa's giggle as I walked right in between them, silencing their conversation on a hole. Apparently she had been explaining to him how to climb walls as she had done at the Palazzo, which made me want to smack her. Ok, so maybe I shouldn't be that harsh on her, because she really had done nothing wrong to me, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with their flirting.

It should be meaningless to me.

"Ah. Amalia...how are you? Is your wound fully healed?" Ezio asked, lightly touching my arm. I shrugged him off.

Now that I think about it, my wound hadn't been hurting me at all the entire time I had been on my search for Riccardo. Adrenaline had probably kicked in and had made the pain seem nothing to me. Hopefully the bandages hadn't jarred the wound and opened it; because Bianca would be mad at me if she found out I had hurt myself...again. "I'm fine." I said, putting on a façade in front of him. "Va Bene. (Alright)"He said smiling at me.

"Well I must go talk to Antonio, so I'll see you later." He nodded and turned back to talk to Rosa, as if I hadn't been there at all.

Ouch much.

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Antonio had been very glad that I had found out who had been leaking information to Emilio, but he was surprised to see that I had brought Riccardo to him. It was as if he would have never suspected that he would be the one to betray him. I had, of course, snorted at his stupidity and acted as if I was higher than him in some way…which I was. Not that I would have said that to him. He had talked to me some more about some of the other conspirators, and had told me of one of their whereabouts.

Something about an Antonio Ricci, staying in a small villa near the Palazzo. Apparently he wants me to go and tail that man to see what his intentions are and if he's working with Emilio rather than Matroniano Canavacciolo. It made no sense to me because one moment Antonio tells me that the Matroniano and Emilio were working together, and then next minute their at each others throats.

All in all it made no sense to me. Even when he had explained everything to me slowly, it still went over my head. "Anyway." I yawned while scratching my thigh. "Where's a bed that I can sleep in. My body's very tired, and I need Bianca to check my wound to see if it's alright."

"You need a place to stay?" He asked, flipping through some pages on his desk. I gave him the meanest glare I could muster through my half lidded eyes. "No, I was just asking to see if you had an extra room for my friend in the corner."

"I see." He responded, playing along with my sarcastic comment. "Well what is your friend's name?"

"His name is 'Imma kick your ass if you don't give me a freaking room'." He laughed at my anger, making me flip him off.

Bastard didn't even know what that meant.

"If you go to Bianca, she will show you our extra rooms."

"Good." I said, excusing myself out of his office. He waved me off, half paying attention to me, half not, because he had a lot of work to do. That included finalizing his new plan to make sure that it worked and didn't fail. I'd be glad if he didn't include me, because god knows I'd probably screw up his plans by doing something utterly stupid. Such as give away locations.

Why was I thinking something like that? Because Demarco was more than likely going to push me to tell him everything that he knows, hence why I was a little hesitant about actually going tomorrow. He didn't say anything about me not showing up, but he did say that if I brought anyone then there were going to be some consequences. I'm also pretty sure that he's going to want to force me to tell him everything that I know, not just of the thieves', but of Assassin's in general.

Obviously I won't say anything, but at the moment I'm wondering If I should open my mouth and say anything. Surely it would be wise to inform them of what has happened, but I don't want anyone getting into my business. I can take care of myself and I don't want someone trailing me or looking over my shoulder ever five seconds to make sure that no one was following me. I could do that myself and if…Ezio ever found it, he wouldn't let me out of his sight and probably accompany me wherever I go.

The best thing for me to do at the moment is to keep my mouth shut and act like nothing his happened.

But Ezio and I still didn't have that "talk" that he wanted to have with me.

What the hell am I supposed to say then?

Shit I had to come up with something fast or else he'll find out about this.

This was so not going to work in my favor.