I walk through the crowded outside supermarket streets and as soon as my eyes meet someone else, I know they like me.
Okay, that's a bit dramatic but whatever.
I mean, my outfit is amazing today. Well, it's amazing every day. You know what, if I wasn't such a great assassin, I would be a stylist.
I look over my shoulder as I make a right turn and sure enough, the same girl in a black zip-up jacket is still behind me.
I'm trying to talk to myself about how amazing I am and she's just there.
Suddenly, I feel a hand cover my mouth. Their cold rings press against my lips as they pull me into a small alleyway.
Just as I'm about to elbow the person, I recognise the familiar cologne. Kylian. "It's just me," he whispers into my ear, retracting his hand.
"It's just you," I scoff, pushing him away from me. "Hey, maybe a thank you would be nice," he rolls his eyes.
A thank you? Why would I thank him? Oh, hi there, thank you for pulling me into an alleyway and making me think some fucker wanted to kidnap me, I appreciate it.
"That girl is working for The Russians, Ivory," he says it as if it's so obvious. "Did you forget that they're out to get you?"
"Well, how the fuck am I meant to know she works for the Russians?" I grumble. "I don't know, maybe because of common sense?" he scoffs.
"Right, we're going," he sighs, throwing his arm over my shoulder as we walk. "Going where? I'm not finished shopping," I huff.
"For what? I bet your closet is so full, you need another," he chuckles. I need clothes. I already have clothes. But I can still get more.
"I'm cleaning my closet out, giving the clothes that don't fit me anymore to charities," I tell him with a shrug. "Not that it's any of your business."
"You're giving your clothes to charity?" He repeats with a smile. He doesn't believe me. It's getting harder not to kill him. Fucking idiot.
"That's what I said, estúpido. It's called human decency," I roll my eyes. Why would I throw them out when I can give them to people who need it?
"Roll your eyes one more time-" he cuts himself out, shaking his head. "And what?" I smirk, "You'll kill me?"
Within seconds, I'm pinned against the alleyway wall. "Maybe I will," he smirks back. "Not before I kill you," I retort.
"Has anyone told you your ego is way too inflated?" he asks, tilting his head. My ego is perfectly rated. Him saying that is proving his ego is bigger. Just the truth.
"Has anyone told you you're a cocky mother fucker?" I remark. And he is, meaning I'll never like him and I'm perfectly okay with that.
"Hmm, I don't know," he mumbles, our lips inches away. "Oh, yeah?" I utter, almost scoffing.
There's no way in hell he hasn't been told that. And let's just say he hasn't, I'll gladly be the first person to.
He lets out a faint chuckle before taking a step back and walks off. Wait? Where's his mother fucker going?
"Are you gonna accompany me or just stand there?" he questions, looking over his shoulder. "Oh, fuck you," I grumble and catch up.
"You wish you can," he pokes his cheek with the tip of his tongue as he waits for my response. "Shut u-" I stop myself when I realise what he said. "You don't get to copy my phrases," I grumble.
"Hmm, too bad, too sad," he feigns sighs. This annoying fucker just did it again. Now I just have to wait for him to say his favourite phrase so I can steal it.
"I can't wait till this alliance ends," I mumble to myself but it seems like he heard. "Can't say I disagree, love," he replies.
Before I can respond, he opens the car door for me. When did we get to the car? Furthermore, a Bugatti Chiron aka the car I want.
I feel like he wants me to kill him.
Wait- "I thought you were never going to open the door for me?" I smirk at my words.
"Seems like I forgot," he mumbles under his breath as he helps me get into the car. Forgot? Is that really his excuse?
I already know he's in love with me. It's obvious. But seriously, there's no way he actually hates me.
I watched with narrowed eyes as he walks around the car and gets in. Yeah, he definitely doesn't hate me.
"What?" He laughs, starting the car. His laugh is cute. Wait- did I just say that? Hmm, I don't think I did.
"You're kidnapping me," I state. He isn't. I just felt like saying that. "I'm taking you to the mafia base, Rory," he states.
"I still don't get why you call me that," I tell him. How does someone make Rory a nickname from Ivory? Makes no sense.
"Iv-ory and R-ory?" He tried to explain yet I still don't get it. I respond with a simple shrug. "Really?" he scoffs and I nod.
"You know what, I don't know either but let's pretend I do," he mutters and I can't help but laugh.
He glances at me with an almost smile but it quickly fades. "You don't hate me," I state. "I do," he utters. He doesn't, I'm amazing.
"Besides the point, you definitely watch Gilmore Girls," I chuckle and he immediately shakes his head. "I definitely don't," he disagrees. He called me Rory, he definitely does.
"Who you think should have ended up with Rory?" I ask despite his words. "Tristan obviously," he says in a "duh" tone.
He's right. Tristan for life. I have no idea how people hate him. I mean, come on, take a look at the guy.
"You haven't watched it, huh," I tease. "Oh, shut up," he grumbles. Moody mother fucker.
"Make me," I scoff, lifting my hips to get comfortable in the car seat. He side-eyes me, his lips tugging up to form a smirk. What?
His face drops once he sees me resting my legs on the dashboard. "Really, Ivory?" he scoffs and I shrug my shoulders. Yes, really.
"Are we there yet?" I ask, purposely trying to sound annoying. I'm slowly turning into a cheeto fingered iPad kid who's obsessed with saying "your mum."
"No," he replies coldly. "Why are we going there again?" I question. No, but seriously, why?
"Don't worry about it," he shrugs. I can't read minds, idiot. "Don't worry about it," I mock under my breath.
"Did you just mock me?" he mutters, furrowing his eyebrows. Why is acting so shocked? Obviously, I did.
"I don't know, Detective Dumbass. You tell me," I shrug like he did. He's too dumb to be a mafia leader. Maybe I should steal his mafia too?
It's not a bad idea. After taking down the Russians and taking their mafia, I can take his as well. Plot twist.
He just mutters Italian under his breath as he slows down in front of a gate. I watch curiously as he rolls down both his and my window.
A guard comes up to mine. "Name?" he queries. "Ben Dover," I reply with a grin, in which he just looks at Kylian for help.
What? I thought that was very funny. I'm very funny in general.
"Ivory Elena Fernández," he answers for me. I gasp exaggeratedly at his response, "How do you know my middle name?"
"Because I do," he retorts. "Okay, Kylian Alessandro De Luca." He knots his eyebrows at my words. Oh, I know yours too.
He just rolls his eyes and continues driving as the gates open. Yeah, roll your eyes, dickhead.
He drifts and parks the car in front of giant stairs, that lead to giant doors. "Show off," I mutter as I get out. Are we in fast and furious or some shit?
I just know I'm a better racer than him. I'm better at everything than him. Yeah, I just don't like him.
"What was that, love?" he ask, throwing his arm over my shoulder as we walk up the stairs.
Love. He's got to stop calling me that. It's annoying.
"Suck my nonexistent dick," I tell with a mocking smile and remove his arm, continuing to walk.
Before I could open the doors, the guards stop me. Excuse me. Well, they don't open the door until Kylian stands beside me. Annoying idiots.
"They answer to me, not you, Ivory," he whispers in my ear as we step in. They won't soon because I'm going to be the leader.
That's it. I will do it. As soon as we take down the Russians, I'll kill him. That's my plan. And why? Because I don't like him, he annoys me, so why not?
I watch with crossed arms as he presses his hands on multiple scanners. Gosh, how many do they need?
He glances at me, chuckling under his breath. "What?" I huff. "Nothing," he murmurs, shaking his head lightly.
When he's finished scanning his hand and the last metal doors open, I try to walk in but again, his guards stop me. Do they want to die like their fellow friend I killed?
"Touch me and I'll break all the bones in your body," I threaten. I make a mental note to annoy this dickhead when I steal Kylians mafia.
The guard glances at Kylian for approval and he just nods his head once. In return, the guard take a step away from me.
I scoff at both of them and walk into the place, ignoring the amazing architecture, statues, and paintings. Kylian doesn't need his ego boosted.
"And the tour starts," he sighs, placing his hand on my lower back as we walk.
"I don't like you," I make known. "I don't like you either, but you don't see my complaining," he shrugs.
Did he just say he doesn't complain? He literally complains more than me. "Sure," I sarcastically say.
We walk past many people and many rooms and every time he tells me who that person is and what that room is used for, while I just nod and make sarcastic comments that he didn't find amusing.
Both of us walk into a room and my eyes widen when I see a big ass pool. Who needs a pool that big? Me. I need to get one.
"Well... obviously, this is the inside pool," he utters. "No shit, Sherlock," I chuckle, walking around, that is until he pushes me in. Bitch.
I immediately resurface, pushing my hair back. "What the fuck, Kylian," I yell while he's just holding back his smile. "Te voy a matar!" (I'm going to fucking kill you).
"The next mission revolves around water," he shrugs, leaning against the wall. "I need to know if you can swim or not."
"And what if I couldn't, Kylian?" I ask through my gritted teeth as I climb out of the pool. Now I hate him even more.
"Then you would have to learn how to swim, obviously," he pushes himself off the wall, heading towards me.
"I'm leaving," I scoff and move him out of my way to walk. That's it, I have fully decided to kill him.
But how? That's the real question. Gun? Knife? Machete? Sword? Scissors? Fork? Okay, I think I'm going way too far now.
Two hands slip around my waist, pull me back, and pin me onto the wall. "You can't leave like this," he scoffs.
I glance down to see that my clothes are tight around my skin. He's the one who pushed me into the pool.
"Blame yourself for that." I try to leave once more but he just pins me onto the wall again. Fuck this shit wall.
"Eh, I would much rather blame you," he shrugs, taking off his blazer and handing it to me.
"What do you want me to do with this?" I grumble, shoving it into his chest. "Wear it," he states, shoving it back to me.
Rolling my eyes, I put it on, and to say that it's big is an understatement. "I'm not saying thank you, by the way," I make known, walking off.
"I know not to expect a thank you from you," he mumbles after catching up and opens the door for me.
"You piss me off," I groan, pushing him away from me. I don't know. His presence makes me feel... well, pissed off. I don't like it.
"What a compliment," he feigns a happy sigh, draping his arm on my shoulder for the millionth time.
"Hey-" a guy says but stops himself when his eyes fall onto me. Who's this?
"What do you want, Kylo," Kylian grumbles, moving him out the way as we continue to walk. Is he on his period or something?
"You must be Ivory Fernández, right?" Kylo tilted his head curiously. "The one and only," I say teasingly but it's true.
"Nice to meet you but why are you soaked?" he laughs, furrowing his eyebrows. "Curtesy of the fucker beside me," I murmur.
Next time I see a pool, Kylian better watch out because I'm going to push him into it. And Isiah is definitely going to film it. I obviously can't do it if it's not on camera first.
"I like you already," he grins. "And I like you too," I reply, earning a scoff from Kylian. "He didn't try to kill me," I whisper under my breath.
"You tried to kill me first," he scoffs in annoyance. "Uh, no," I roll my eyes. "Uh, yes," he copies me. I think he has a copying problem.
"You guys would make a good couple, don't you think?" Kylo smirks playfully. "Fuck no," Kylian and I say at the same time. He's got to stop copying me.
"Besides the point, everything is ready for the first mission. The guns, the jet skis, and we know exactly when their ship is sailing," Kylo says.
Wait- jet skis? What the fuck are we doing for the first mission? This isn't Barbie In A Mermaid Tale 2.0.
"Good," Kylian sighs and steps outside with me, while Kylo stays back. "Come back next week, we have training," he tells me.
"I will if you don't push me into the fucking pool." I'm never going to let it go. "You're never going to let it go, are you?" he chuckles faintly.
Oh, look. First, he starts copying my amazing phrases and now he can read my mind? I just hope this alliance ends soon.
"Nope." I look at the bottom of the staircase to see a familiar GTR. Isiah. "See you hopefully never, Kylian," I grin at him before jogging down the stairs to the car and get in.
Isiah takes one glance at me and opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Yes, ma'am," he laughs and starts the car, drifting around the statue in the middle of the building. Fancy mother fuckers.
thank you for 2k already <33
sorry for the wait on the chapter 💀 i have two week holiday so ill probably post faster 🤪
alsooo i can't wait for u guys to read the book bc the plot twists and tension 😫😫😫😫😫
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