Aria's POV
I walked into my flat with a frown on my lips. Father dismissed me from work until we figured out what to do with Harry. I mean he wasn't going to be locked up forever. I didn't have time to baby sit him for the duration of his life.
Urrhhh
It felt like I was being held hostage by myself. I couldn't go out, because if I did then that would mean being free from the confines of my home and being free meant having the urge to work. But what can I say, I'm a workaholic and my father knew that, everyone did. What else would explain my presence at work before the sun peaked through the clouds?
I trudged down the hallway to be faced with Harry's muscular back. He was leant over the grey sofa, watching the news.
I turned to walk down the hallway to my bedroom but the TV caught my attention and I went tense.
"Protesters outside of the beautiful Sunshine Palace scream in objection to the court's new rules. Asking desperately for a new ruler or nonetheless the missing princess." A reporter said. The news channel flipped to an interview with a protestor. "So, what is the cause of this rally?" the reporter asked.
"Well, the politicians have banned a massive quantity of children in each family and have sent refugee families with two or more children back to sea and, yeah, it's pretty outrageous" A man spoke, his Australian accent strong. The reporter was about to ask another question, when an old woman stumbled in, grasping the microphone.
"We need the Princess. She is the rightful heir to the throne and she will rid of these imbeciles" The old woman butted in frantically.
The news channel flashed back to the reporter at her desk and she further explained the issue.
"Protestors have said that they will not leave the court yards until something is done. They urge for the true ruler who they call the 'Reckless Princess' to return to the palace and rule the land as her mother, the late Queen Mariana did. Queen Mariana died ba—"
I pressed the button on the remote, shutting off the TV. I couldn't listen any longer.
"Hey" Harry yelled.
I rolled my eyes with a blank expression.
"Stop watching that shit" I said and stomped down the hall.
I closed my bathroom door behind me and then undressed before stepping into the shower. I kept my gun next to me in the shower as I turned on the tap. The warm water cascaded down my shoulders and to the curve of my back. I sighed as the tension in my shoulders decreased rapidly. A knock on the door startled me.
"I'm going to have a piece of the cake in the fridge" Harry shouted.
My eyes almost bulged out of my head. I quickly turned the water off and grabbed my towel without drying my skin and sprinted down the hallway.
"HARRY!" I yelled.
He was about to put a piece of the cake in his mouth when I wacked the fork out of his hand.
"Hey" He yelled.
"THE CAKES POISONED YOU IDIOT"
I hurriedly threw the cake out because it couldn't be used due to the slice missing.
"Poisoned?" He tilted his head.
"Yes, I was holding it for my Dad so he could take it to a ball. It was meant for someone there." I explained.
"Oh"
"Yeah. So don't eat anything in this fridge or house for that matter without asking me. Got it?"
"Got it" He nodded.
We stood there for a minute just staring at anything and everything until I saw his eyes scan my body.
"Hey! Eyes up here" I snapped.
He put his hands up in mock surrender with a smirk on his face.
"Hey, you can't blame a man for looking at the beautiful wet woman wearing a towel in front of him." He smirked.
"It would almost be a...crime if I didn't look" He winked.
I rolled my eyes and he laughed.
I went to fold my arms across my chest but in doing so the towel shifted downwards and my boobs involuntarily were pushed up by my arms, the crevice noticeably visible.
And I would've slapped his eyes out of their sockets if I could, because he looked...
Again
---------
"Now will you tell me about yourself?"
I groaned as Harry asked for the twenty-eighth time this past hour.
We sat at the table eating chocolate cake and cream that was for once, safe to eat and nontoxic.
"Fine, what do you want to know?"
He grinned.
"How about we play twenty questions. I ask a question and then we both answer"
I groaned again.
"Ask away" I sighed and scraped the remnants of my food with my spoon.
"What's your full name?"
"Aria Blair Watson"
"Harry Edward Styles"
"I know Harry" I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah well, I'm going to ignore how creepy you are and ask the next question" he said.
"I found it on Google Harry, GOOGLE" He rolled his eyes.
"Favourite colour?"
"Blue"
"Blue" He smiled.
"Tattoos or piercings?"
I lifted my shirt to show him. I had a heart on my hip, the words 'solo para tus ojos...' on my left ankle and a crown on my ribcage. He watched in amazement as I pointed out my meaningful tattoos.
"and piercings..." I trailed off.
I pointed to my crystal belly button piercing and the small silver stud in my left nostril.
"What does solo para tus ojos mean?" he inquired.
I stared at my ankle in thought.
"For your eyes only" I muttered.
With that, I stood up and left the dining table.
----
"Sweetheart, are you ready?" Dad asked.
"Yes I am" I groaned. He's been bickering all day and I wish I could catch a break. It was the night of the ball. The one that was actually meant for the cake. Luckily I purchased a new one and just out of spite, covered it with more poison then before. I remember feeling satisfied as I watched the venomous liquid seep into the rich cake, toxic gas floating around the delicious dessert.
Some may call me a psychopath but I prefer the term 'raised by mafia members' or 'stricken with revenge'.
The cake was meant for a wealthy drug dealer, Dominic La Sosa, who 'misplaced' our cargo. In return for his disloyalty we decided to bring him a treat that would most likely burn a hole through his throat.
I stepped out of the sleek black limousine and gracefully walked up the steps alongside my father, making sure to lift the ends of my dress. I wore a simple black silk dress with a long metallic cobra on the front of it that had a low neckline and I paired it with metallic silver knee high boots. I wore a silver choker, long silver earrings and my dark hair was straightened and left to flow down my back. I consciously made sure not to reveal any of my weapons while hitching up my dress. I had two knives and a gun strapped to my left thigh and 2 magazines of bullets and another gun in my boots.
One of the men we brought along with us, called Martin held the cake. We entered the brightly lit hall in toe and our cake holder made sure to deliver our treat to Dominic's room. I grabbed a drink from a waitress and sipped white wine from my flute. I was legally not allowed to, but when you grow up with a daily routine that consists of everything and anything that is against the law, underage drinking is the least of your worries.
My eyes scanned the area until they landed on Dominic and his mistress. His wife was away on a holiday in the Netherlands. I was glad she wasn't here because it meant that she didn't have to see the horrifying image of her unfaithful husband dying. An image that would surely be burnt into her mind forever. Her soul was far too innocent to be tainted with such a dark memory.
"Anthony Watson, my dear friend" Dominic greeted my father with a brief hug and then moved on to me.
"Aria Watson, you have grown into a beautiful woman" His thick Spanish accent flew through the air as he kissed my hand with etiquette.
"todavía hablas español?" (You still speak Spanish?) he asked.
"por supuesto" (Of course) I replied. I smiled a fake smile as he disappeared through the crowd.
My father got to work on blending in with the rest and I thought I'd check up on Harry. I rung one of the nerds in charge of surveillance of my apartment and they assured me he was still present in the flat and was fine. I thanked him and hung up.
Now all we have to do is wait.