Queen of the Underworld

37

"Hey future sister. How's it going?"

I ignored her words and grabbed the chair in the corner of the room. I dragged it and placed it directly in front of her, the backside facing her.

I sat on the chair, straddling it. Placing my forearms on the metal of it.

She still had the smile on her face, batting her eyelashes like a crazy woman.

Her eyes switched to Nicolas and she bit her lip, winking at him. "Hey there Mr Alfonsi."

I felt a surge of anger as she directed her attention to him. I suddenly wanted to strangle her, show her who the boss was right now.

I still felt that fear in me, gnawing at my insides and slowly ending me. But images of her men beating up Nick filled my mind and I no longer cared.

The fear I felt of her hurting him made any fear for myself dissipate. Even though she was chained down to a chair, with armed men just outside the door, I didn't dare underestimate her.

"Me. Keep your eyes on me. You wanted me and I'm here, so don't look at him."

She clicked her tongue and returned her gaze to mine, a smirk on her lips.

"Of course, I'm beyond happy you decided to converse with me." She said, her voice innocent and warm.

It made me want to cringe, hearing the civil words come out of her mouth. Of course, I knew she wasn't sincere. But hell, she was a great actress.

"Exactly. So go ahead and start conversing."

She nodded, acting as if we were have a coffee date in a diner on a Saturday rather than a torturous interrogation about why her family wanted to kill me.

"You're so beautiful, you know. I understand fathers intrigue with you. You'd be a great asset to his collection."

Collection. Again with that word.

What the fuck does that mean?!

"Let's start by that. Tell me about this collection. Why am I so great for it."

Her grin widened and I tried my best to not cringe. "Because you are. I mean, look at yourself. You're gorgeous, and a great killer and-"

I froze.

A great killer?

Did she know I was Lady Devil?

Did Angelo know?

Did they know about Phantom and the FRD?

Oh God.

I quirked an eyebrow as she cut herself off, "whoops?"

I got up off the chair and closed the distance between her and I. "What do you know?"

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Why should I tell you? You're going to kill me anyway."

For the first time, I let a sadistic smirk form on my face. "That depends."

She seemed taken aback by my sudden change and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "On what?"

I walked over to the tools on the table and took out a long knife. Nicolas eyed me cautiously but didn't say a word. He had been so silent, but knowing he was here made me feel less nervous.

Getting back to her, with the knife in my hand, I trailed it along her face, over her shoulder and down her arm. When I reached the back of her hand, I sliced the skin, making a hiss escape her lips.