I stop in my tracks as I realize an intruder was in my room, and was sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Dante." I hiss his name. Bringing his hand to his chest he fakes hurt, like I wounded him. We'll see how long he'll be laughing.
He stands, and underneath him I see his file come into view, and I could give a fuck less of him seeing it.
"I knew there was something to you." His accent cutting through the air.
"Then why didn't you kill me?"
He shrugs not really caring. "I don't kill women."
"Do you not know who I am." It's not a question more of a statement.
"You're the little assassin no?" He asks, taking a step closer, and my hand slowly makes its way to the knife in my dress. This bitch called me little.
I don't care if his piercing blue eyes caught the movement, he'd be a dead man walking if he didn't.
He doesn't seem affected by my sudden movement, stepping closer.
"What do you want?" I ask him, annoyed.
"You." He answers simply, coming to a stop taking me in.
"Are you crazy?" I spat at him. The smirk is back and in full action.
"We both know I'm more than crazy amore."
"I would like to test that theory." I say back.
"A lot of people do," He waves it off. "Little succeed."
He takes another step closer, another inch towards my knife.
He came into my life, completely ruining it, he doesn't know what he's in for, dealing with me. A trained assassin who's lost count after my tenth kill. I didn't sign up for this life but I didn't have a problem with it, when his piercing blue eyes came in contact with mine, I knew I was addicted but what could I do when he threatened my family? It's simple his death.
A ruthless mafia leader, who doesn't take no for a answer, instead you would be found six feet under if you crossed his path the wrong way. The day of his attack on Dominic Ludovico Underwood. He met her.. becoming addicted, but she has to kill him.. kill or be killed, but can he?