Secrets Leave Scars [EDITING]

8 - Gut Feeling

We'd all agreed to meet outside the club at 10pm. I walked across the street to my apartment, thinking about Trinity's strange behavior. "I'm definitely gonna have to work hard if I want anything out of her," I think to myself.

I'm extremely excited about going out tonight. I don't know if Marcus will be there, but I'll hopefully get some sort of intel.

I stare into my closet for the millionth time, looking for something to wear. I want to stand out, but not too much. Finally, I choose my black, laced corset top and black jeans. I pair it with my skinny black heels and hang a suit-like coat over my shoulders. I slick my hair back into a low ponytail and put on matte red lipstick. "Beautiful," I grin at myself in the mirror.

I check the address once more, before I head to the parking garage. I drive my sleek, black rental car straight to the address Ivy sent the group chat. It's still so weird to me that mafia recruits text in group chats...

I look around for any fellow recruits, as I pull up to the club. I grab my purse and stand outside waiting. I notice a few of Marcus's men entering the building and wonder if Marcus will bother showing up.

"Isobel?" Kol emerges from the shadows behind me. "I don't think this is what Steele meant when he told you recruits to rest," he says, playfully nudging my arm.

I laugh, as he grins back at me. "Will Marcus even be here?" I ask.

"Maybe later," Kol responds. "And don't let him hear you call him that, he goes by Steele," he warns playfully.

"He doesn't scare me," I smirk.

"That's funny," Kol replies, "what are you doing out here?"

"Waiting for the others," I respond, checking my phone to see if they texted.

"I'm sure they'll be fine," he says. "Come in with me." I look around waiting for the others to pop out at any time now.

"Okay I guess," I agree, taking his arm as we walk in.

The club is full of life and activity. The music is loud and disco lights flare across the dance floor. I notice a bar in the back, where I know I'll be headed. I text in the group chat, letting everyone know I went in, and take a seat at the bar. "Tequila please," I tell the bartender. Kol sits beside me.

"After this shot we can go dance?" I ask, turning to Kol for his approval.

"I don't dance Isobel," he says firmly.

"Oh come on the big, bad mafia king doesn't dance?" I tease him.

"Look I'll get someone else to dance with you," he says, motioning to a guard standing nearby.

"Are you crazy?" I whisper, leaning into him. "I'm not dancing with your body guard," I burst into laughter.

"I guess I could dance with you." I turn to see Omar and the rest of the recruits standing behind me.

"You guys made it yesss!" I exclaim excitedly. I down my tequila shot and grab Omar and Axel's hands, pulling them to the dance floor. I motion the others to come too, and they reluctantly join.

Omar gets a little touchy during our dance but I do my best not to notice. Kol cuts in, reluctantly, to save me from his wandering hands. The girls and I sway to the music, laughing and cheering. I almost forgot this was a high-class secret mission...

Until I hear the one and only Marcus Steele. I turn away from Omar and meet Marcus's eyes. He's wearing a suit (as always) and his hair is gelled back. "He is so hot," I think to myself. He stares back at me smirking a little. I brush off the weird nervous feeling I get as he approaches us.

"This is what my recruits do on their night off?" Marcus asks, yanking Omar's collar, causing him to stumble away from me. "No wonder you're all so terrible," Marcus laughs.

"You're here too aren't you?" I test him, grinning. He scoffs, slowing looking at me up and down.

"Her eyes are up there Boss," Kol laughs, pointing up at my face and nudging Marcus's arm.

Marcus clears his throat and swats away Kol's hand. "Fine you can all stay, but be ready for tomorrow." With that he walks straight to the bar. I wait a couple minutes before I follow him.

I pull out the stool next to him and sit down.

"I'll take one of what he has," I wink at the bartender, while nodding towards Marcus beside me. Marcus smirks.

"You know I'm your boss right?" He asks cunningly.

"Are you?" I raise my eyebrow at him as I take my drink. He scoffs.

"You are going to be a challenge," he grunts, taking a large sip of his drink.

I lean in close and rest my hand on his thigh. "I heard you like a challenge," I whisper seductively. He licks his lips as I pull away. I watch from the corner of my eye as he grins slyly.

"Alright," he clears his throat, now sounding more serious. "This business is not a joke. You have to take it seriously because there's real danger out there. You can't flirt your way into my mafia, you actually have to work for it." I look at him, surprised by his response.

"Ok." He looks back at me surprised by my response. "You're right. I don't know what being apart of a mafia is like. I'm the only recruit here who doesn't, so I should listen to you," I agree, stubbornly.

He studies me intently. I stir my drink and sip it while he stares. I pretend not to notice, but still his glare is strong. Finally I give in and look back at him. I raise my eyebrows expectantly, but he says nothing.

An upbeat song plays on the speakers. Omar struts towards me and holds out his hand. "Are we gonna finish our dance?"

I laugh, finishing my drink, before I take his hand. I feel Marcus's eyes linger on me as we make our way to the dance floor. I wrap my arms around Omar's neck and he holds tight to my hips as we sway. He's talking to me, but I'm watching Marcus discretely. He suddenly slams his drink on the bar counter and walks over to us dancing.

"Time to go home recruits, we have a big day tomorrow now leave," Marcus says, sternly. I twirl my finger around my slick, dark ponytail and start to leave. Marcus grabs my hand, stopping me. "Stay."

"Sorry," I tease him, "I have a big day at work tomorrow." He brushes my hand and looks at me seriously. I slip my jacket slowly off my shoulders and place it firmly onto Omar's chest. "Take this please," I demand, shooing him away.

Marcus grabs onto my hips and pulls me close. We sway to the music for a while, until I feel eyes on me. I spin him around and discreetly investigate the room around me. Nothing appears out of the ordinary, but still my gut says otherwise. As an FBI agent, you learn that your gut doesn't lie.

"Let's get out of here," Marcus whispers in my ear, a small grin, smeared across his face.

Before I can respond, I hear the sound of gun shots.