Secrets Leave Scars [EDITING]

5 - Chosen

"Isobel!"

"What?"

"Steele likes people who are on time!"

"Huh?"

I sit up and turn to see Kol in bed next to me.

"Finally," he says, getting out of the bed. "You're a deep sleeper, I have been trying to wake you up for forever." I stretch my arms and swing my legs to the edge of the bed.

"Did you sleep here?" I ask, turning to Kol.

"No, I came here to get ready," he explains. "I live here you know," he winks at me. I laugh and look at the clock next to his bed. 6am?

"It's six in the morning."

"Yeah," Kol responds, "and recruits get to sleep in. Dimitri and I have to be there at 5, consider yourself lucky." He rummages through a pile of clothes on the floor, while I get out of bed.

"Who's Dimitri?" I ask him, knowing already exactly who he is.

Dimitri Clarke:  Marcus Steele's right hand man. The FBI doesn't know much about who he is, other than what he looks like and some basic information. He's going to be a lot harder to crack.

"He's my best friend," Kol answers. "Also he's Steele's go to guy," he pauses. "Other than me of course," he grins at me. I scoff and walk over.

"Mafia kings have best friends?" I tease him.

"Whatever," he laughs. He throws a pair of dark grey sweatpants at me. "Wear these and take a shirt from under my bed."

"Yes sir," I tease him.

***

Wearing the loose outfit, I walk alongside Kol as we enter the same training room. I see Marcus glare at us when we come in. I turn to Kol, "If you and Dimitri have to be here at 5, doesn't that mean you're extremely late?"

He looks back at me, "Yes, which is why you're walking in with me."

"Why me?" I whisper.

"Steele likes you, now be quiet and follow my lead," he says, grabbing onto my waist. He leads me to Marcus, who's standing by the bar.

"Kol, you didn't make it to the meeting today?" Marcus says, sternly.

"Had a busy night if you know what I mean," he smirks, gripping to my waist tighter. Marcus fixes his gaze on me. I can't tell if he's annoyed with me or with Kol.

I clear my throat and push his hand away. "That's not what he meant," I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. "I crashed with Kol because I could barely walk when you were done with me." The second I finish the sentence I realize what I said. Kol snickers hysterically and a small grin forms on Marcus's face. "Grow up," I roll my eyes at them and turn to look around. There's a lot less recruits than there was before.

"Anyways," the tone in Marcus's voice changes, "That's not an excuse. You can't be late for meetings." Kol nods in agreement and then turns back to me, sighing in relief.

"I told you he likes you," he whispers, following behind Marcus.

"Alright everyone," Marcus shouts as the recruits gather around. "I chose you to continue training because you sucked less." I watch the other recruits gulp, uncomfortably.

One girl stands farther away from Marcus, messing with her hands. Her slim body is covered with freckles and her dark red hair is pulled out of her face into a low ponytail. She doesn't look like your typical mafia member.

Another recruit seems more confident. His tall frame stands directly in front of Marcus. He has dark skin and his hair is braided. The tattoo he has, covers most of his neck.

The next girl has icy blue eyes that stand out against her tan skin. Her silky, jet black hair runs down to her spine.

The final recruit is scrawnier than the other men I'd seen here. He's pale and doesn't look like he would put up much of a fight. His skinny body is made up for in height, as he towers over Marcus and the others.

Then stands me. One hand on my hip and another resting on the bar counter. Kol whispers into Marcus's ear and they turn away.

"Get to know each other or something, I have some business to take care of," Marcus says, walking into a back room with Kol closely behind.

I clear my throat and walk towards the group of recruits. "I'm Isobel," I introduce myself.

"Ivy Crimson," the icy blue eyed girl responds. She holds out her hand and I shake it.

"I'm Omar Aziz," the confident man speaks up. I nod, greeting him, then turn to the others who appear more closed off.

Hesitantly, the second man speaks up, "Axel Grey," he says plainly.

"Trinity Veil," the last girl says.

We all look at each other for some time, not sure what to say next. "You have a last name Isobel?" Omar asks, breaking up the tension.

"Pierce," I respond. "Isobel Pierce." He nods, satisfied, as Marcus walks back into the room.

"Alright recruits," he begins. "I'm sure you've all heard of Dimitri Clarke. Some of your families have been associates of mine for a while so you already know him, but you get to meet him again." He sounds annoyed as he looks over to the back door where a man comes out. The man has tattoos covering his entire body. His muscles are big and his furrowed brow intimidates me. Not that I would ever show it.

"Recruits," Dimitri nods, "I'm not your babysitter and I'm not going to go easy on you. The batch we saw yesterday was embarrassing to say the least. I expect more from you today."

"Dimitri is going to train you all because I don't want to," Marcus states, grinning at himself. I look at the others, who seem thankful they won't have to train under him.

Dimitri steps closer and looks at each of us up and down. "Which one fought you yesterday?" He turns to Marcus. His sturdy finger points towards me and Dimitri's gaze follows. He nods then turns to Trinity, standing beside me. "Okay," he finally says, stepping back and looking at the whole group. "This is going to be fun."