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CHAPTER 13

I was sitting around the large table, eating quietly. The silence would deafen any soul until Elara called "Iris," and I looked up from my food, giving her my full attention.

"Have you picked out your dresses for the announcement day?" And before I tried to open my mouth. " Tina will be here tomorrow," Azrael said.

"Great, we can pick our dresses together," Elara responded.

"Who's Tina?" I asked.

"Oh, she's our fashion savior," Elara said, and I gave her a look to explain further.

"She helps us look more put together. She has all types of brands and designs for everything, and you will need her since it's your occasion." She cleared.

"Are you saying I can't dress?" I looked at her as I said that.

"Haha, no, girl, look at you, you are amazing, but It has the same concept as a wedding-."

"I get it; I was just messing around with you," I continue, stepping in my pain, ignoring every flashback. With a light laugh, I looked back to my food, slicing the steak.

"How old are you, Iris?" Venices questioned.

"20," I answered quickly.

"We heard you've been training; how is it going?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.

"You can ask him," I said, pointing my knife toward Azrael.

"Azrael is training you?" Derek asked in complete shock, and I hummed in response.

"Explains a lot," He said.

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"Well, you see, Azrael is trained by the best two fighters, your father and his father. So, you being trained by him makes you almost as good."

"She's okay," Azrael said, and I couldn't help but release a sarcastic laugh.

Azriel pierced his eyes on me. "What?" was all he said.

"Almost as good!" I laughed again

Now, all their attention was set on me. "Hon, I'm not the second best of anyone. I am better than him; he can deny it all he wants, but the videotapes don't lie. Pulse, you see, the thing is, I've been training since I was 7, and I know more than 63 styles of fighting. Azrael isn't training me to fight." I paused for a second to look at Azrael without hesitation, My face emotionless as a rock. "He is training me to kill." words left my mouth, and I found myself smirking. The table boomed with nothing but the sound of the plates again.

Derek spoke, "Sorry to ask, but we know nothing about you other than what you just told us and that you are a mafia prince-" Before he could finish the sentence, I choked on my drink.

"Man, I'm no mafia princess, but sorry, proceed," I stated.

"I'm trying to say we know nothing about you," Derek said.

"Well, I don't know you," I replied while eating.

"Okay then, I'm Derek, Azael's cousin; I'm 24 and the chemist here; I make the powder and solution for the weapons and drugs," He stated.

"Xane, 23, and I can create any weapon you want. Tell me the idea, and I will design and review it for you; once we agree, I will make it." Xane said, and I raised my eyebrows, showing interest.

"Vince, 35, I can get you any information you want," Vince stated afterward.

"Elara, 18, and I'm an assassin."