Vermillion

25

"Dance with me?" Mario asked Ilaria.

"The fuck? No" she growled at him, walking away towards a waiter holding a tray of drinks.

What the fuck.

No, like, literally what the fuck.

"She's playing hard to get my friend" Raffaele told him as he tried to calm his anger from his previous dance with Circe.

Last he saw, she was walking towards the bathrooms.

He didn't particularly care as long as she didn't make him look bad.

Circe was standing on the balcony, letting her anger cool down with the help of the chilly air, nipping at her skin.

"Your brother is annoying" Circe said as she felt Ilaria's presence from behind her.

"Tell me about it" she huffed. She was used to Raffaele and his shit, but that didn't make it any bit less infuriating.

"The weirdest thing just happened" Ilaria said, while looking up at the stars, trying to assess the situation.

"Huh?" Circe asked, distracted by the stars herself.

They seemed to bring her peace.

She loved looking at the millions of them twinkling in the sky, some brighter than others, some bigger than others.

Some seemed close together, but she knew that no matter how close they appeared, they were thousands of light years apart.

"Nothing" Ilaria told her, deciding to keep what Mario had just asked her to herself.

If she showed Circe she was getting her hopes up, it would be embarrassing in the end if all he wanted was a dance as a friendly gesture.

"Hello girls" a thick Russian accent sounded from behind them, making the two girls turn around to face Kuznetsov.

"I'm Michail" He introduced himself.

He was a tall man, similar in height to Raffaele, with a very broad build and large muscles. He appeared to be similar in age to Raffaele as well, looking to be in his late thirties.

His hair was dark brown and slicked back. His skin wasn't as pale as Circe expected it to be, and his eyes were dark brown rather than blue.

Then again, Circe didn't look like your typical polish person, she too had dark hair and eyes.

"We know who you are" Ilaria spat at him, looking him up and down with her arms crossed.

"Now now, no need to get your panties in a twist" he smirked, only frustrating Ilaria further.

"What do you want?" Circe asked.

"I'm glad you asked" he smiled as he turned to her "I would like a dance with the girl who was skilled enough to kill my right hand man" he said in a kind voice, but in his eyes, Circe could see anger.

Pure, red hot anger.

"Sure" was all she said as she took the Russians hand and let him lead her inside to the dance floor.

Raffaele watched as his enemy placed his hand on Circe's upper back.

Circe gave him a sideways glance from where she was dancing. Loving the angry look on his face.

"So, are you going to tell me your name sweetheart?" Michail asked her, wanting to know how a mere girl like her could have killed one of Russia's finest trained assassins.