WARNING: Contains violence, read at your own risk.
As I stepped out of Antonio's office I couldn't help but laugh. His reaction was priceless, but it wasn't the first-time people reacted that way.
I wandered over to my room, throwing my clothes on the floor and started a hot steaming shower.
Rinsing off the blood of my fists I reached for my shampoo and rubbed it through my dark black obsidian hair.
I despised being in the shower all nude, my scares were all visible and reminded me of the time I was weak and useless.
As much as I tried to forget the past it was difficult when they were obvious on your skin.
I washed my hair and stepped out, wrapping a towel over my body and drying off, I walked over to my closet and reached in a drawer, picking my black leggings and a red hoody pulling it over my velvet lingerie.
Passing by my bedroom, I wasn't surprised to see Isa sitting as usual at the end of my black bed waiting impatiently.
"You have to stop coming into my room unannounced," I stated shaking my head.
One thing I was used to was coming back from a mission and seeing her sleeping or going through my clothes to pick something out to go out and get drunk.
"I just don't know what to do." She responded, falling dramatically back onto my bed.
"Do whatever you want cause I will go torture a bastardo." I stated pulling my black bag underneath my bed and unzipping it to check if everything was there.
"Do that, I don't want to witness it." She said pulling a disgusted face.
The last time she had come with me it ended with her puking all over the floor and me laughing beside her and holding her hair.
Chuckling lightly, I opened the door, and I carried my bag down, walking beside Isa into the living room.
There were unknown voices filling the room, looking over to Isa to see if she had known anything about this she shrugs her shoulders proving to me she had no plan.
I rushed down the stairs seeing three men standing around talking to Maria, our beautiful maid. I instantly snapped my hand back taking out my gun and targeting them ready to shoot.
"Who the fuck are you all?" I ordered, my eyes still focused on their throats. Isa quickly pulled hers out as well, targeting their hearths as a devilish smirk appeared on her face. This was strange.
"Woah, Woah Woah, we're not here to do any harm." The brown head said pulling his hands up in surrender. Just as I was ready to pull the trigger a heavy and furious voice shouted behind us catching us off guard.
"Put your guns down. Adesso [Now] !"
"No one gets killed in my house," Antonio announced walking down the stairs to stand beside us.
Shit. Immediately We lowered our guns as they all three let a heavy breath out.
"What's going on in here." I turned around to see who was going to lecture us now but to my surprise, those Medusa-like eyes pierced right through me as he smirked.
Those eyes.
"The fuck Enzo." Isa voiced loud waking up to him and slapping his face. She quickly yanked her hand back, shaking it hastily in pain.
He instantly placed his hand on his cheek where she had slapped him while narrowing his eyes over to the boys in the living room, seeing enormous smiles on trying not to laugh at his reaction.
"What was that for?" he asked, his jaw clenched, rubbing his face in anger. I know for a fact if Isa wasn't his cousin, she would be six feet under.
"For not notifying us yourself, tio [dude]."
We both turned around to where we had heard the voice, seeing Lorenzo walking up to us patting his forehead with a towel.
"You may have turned the signal off, but you know how well I do my job."
He assured standing beside Isa resting his arm on her shoulder causing her to geek back. Laughing at her reaction, he wandered up to Enzo, hugging him sideways.
Only then had I realized how big those men really were. Lorenzo was a tall man and in all honesty, there wasn't a massive difference between them, but it was clear that Enzo was a bit taller than him.
"Those are Silas, Augusto, and Leonardo, my chicco's [friends] and team. They were with me through these years," he affirmed, his arms crossed over his muscular chest. I couldn't help but stare.
His hair was all wet water dribs falling down to his white sleeveless shirt covering his muscular chest.
His body was extremely muscular, and his naturally tanned arms were full of blue veins and tattoos that were going over to his neck and further down his chest.
Not bad.
"You done eye-fucking me Bellissima?" He smirked, taking a look at me.
I rolled my eyes, cursing myself for starring too long, and left the room, not taking a glare back at him. Hot.
I went down to the basement and kicked open the old metal door waiting for the fun to begin. There he was, sitting on the floor tied down with a heated metal rope.
His face was bloodstained, and his eye was swollen from the punch I had given him a few hours ago.
I tried to spare him some missing body pieces, but he refused to talk, and I was a very impatient woman.
I walked over to the table sat with torture devices pulling out the red glowing heated knife walking over and squatting right in front of him.
"Who sent you?" I asked, spinning the knife in my hand. I needed a distraction, and this was a perfect way!
"I won't say anything." He spat, trying to move. I grabbed the heated flaming orange and blue rope and pulled it tighter to burn through his body.
His face instantly turned red and blue and his eyes shoot open as if he had seen the devil himself. I was no devil, but if he would not cooperate, then the beast inside of me was going to rise.
"Oh well, you asked for it." I scored the knife into his swollen eye, leaving cuts under, blood dripping down on the floor and on my hands. This bloody idiot was getting me dirty.
"You bitch." He roared from his lungs, pulling his head back away from the bloody knife.
I couldn't help but chuckle. Seriously?
"What did you call me? I dare you to repeat it one more time." I paused, making him stare away from me. I dragged his face back to face me, not caring how much he tried to get out of my grip with a smirk on my face. This was it for him, and he knew as he stared deeply into my eyes.
"I will repeat once more, who the fuck sent you?" I demanded, moving the knife closer to his ear.
"I won't tell you a single thin-"
"EH wrong answer." I yanked the knife in a quick motion sliding it up and down his ear making it finally hit the ground. His eyes closed in pain while a loud yell filled the room. If I wasn't mistaken, I was sure everyone heard him by now.
"Okay, okay." He said hastily taking a deep breath still debating on telling me by the way he wanted to start a sentence only to shut up again.
Once I smirked going for technique two. Hold the weapon as if you were about to apply it on the victim his debating stopped and soon the information followed.
"The Mexican, they send me." He blurred, breathing unsteadily. His eyes nearly closed because of how much blood he had lost.
But I wasn't finished yet.
"Why the shipment? They have enough." I paused between every single word. He needed it, he only had one ear left.
"W-We came to send you a message we didn't co-come for the shipments."
"What message?" I asked, confused. Why the hell would the Mexicans send us a message? Yes, the Mexicans and Italians never understood each other, but we never went this far, we would usually stay out of their way and they out of ours?
"We are coming for you." He whispered.
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"Send Royalty over here." I heard from the living room. I just remained there starring at the lifeless body lying in front of me.
Fuck, I mumbled, standing up to walk over to the golden sink and wash my bloody hands and face while starring at the reflection in the mirror.
They were coming for me.
"Get this piece of shit out of here," I ordered the man guiding the room walking past them and leaving them with the sight of the lifeless pale body remaining on the ground, marked.
Did they seriously think they could petrify me by sending a man to the warehouse? Pathetic.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked, walking into the large room. Of course, that bastardo had to be here.
I rolled my eyes, doing my best to not look at him. I had to admit he was handsome, maybe even by far the most well build men I have met, and I had the pressure to meet a few underground fighters because of Isa, who would drag me to every single game of them.
Although I had learned a lot of fighting skills, I was never was really interested in the fighters, they just weren't it for me.
"Yes, I want you two to go over to the headquarters tomorrow."
"Sir, I don't need anyone I can do it myself." I declared, crossing my arms over my chest not needing to look at that handsome bastard to know he was probably smirking.
"I know you can, nevertheless you both are going." One thing I hated the most was working with someone else.
I hated to give others control and I like to be in charge, but with the hunter next to me I knew it wasn't going to go my way. And I hated it when it wouldn't go my way.
"But I don't –" I hesitated, trying to calm myself down.
I didn't want to do anything I was about to regret, especially when my bad temper was rising.
"Don't bother Bellissima I already tried to get myself out of this." Enzo winked, stepping out of the room. Bitch!
"I have some information about the warehouse," I said starring down to the floor, he was pissed, very pissed and in all honesty, I didn't want to say anything.
I had become a lot of dead treats in my life, but this one felt much more than just a threat.
"Good, what did he say?" I looked up immediately as the word left his mouth seeing his hands pressed together forming a triangle.
"They are coming for me, Sir."I answered desperately trying to read his emotion.
I wasn't scared they were going to get to me but much more that I was going to get this family killed. Isa meant the fucking world to me.
One thing we were thought was to never show emotions, but we were also thought how to read them, but Antonio was one of those people who you could never read, even if you mastered it.
"I know, I have for a while." He said tapping his desk.
"That's why Enzo is back, he knows what to do. Lorenzo will be linked to your earpiece making sure everything goes as planned."
Great, just fucking great.
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