Secrets Leave Scars [EDITING]

13 - Anxious

Marcus's POV:

The sound of gunshots fill the air, but our eyes don't move. Her dark brown irises stare intensely back at mine, when finally, I turn my head to the target. Two bullet holes, straight through the heart. I look back at her, my expression blank. Hers, filled with too many emotions to count. I know exactly what she's doing, because I did the same.

"Ivy and Isobel will take out the guards," I announce to the group, before leading them back to the conference room.

The recruits settle into their chairs while I pour myself a drink. I glance towards Isobel, who's fiddling with her hands anxiously. She has it worse than I did...

"Alright," I clear my throat, as I take a seat. "We use ear pieces to contact our teams during missions, my guards will give them to you. They're simple to use just tap on it once to mute and tap twice to unmute." I watch my idiot guards fumble with the pieces. "Axel, you'll be in charge of securing the package and I'll join you in that task. Omar will keep watch and Veil will be the driver." I notice Omar roll his eyes at his task, exactly like I expected he would. There's always one recruit who think he's the sh*t. "This is a fairly routine mission, however, it's still dangerous. There's no way for us to know how many people will be delivering the package so we might need more shooters than expected. Everyone should be prepared."

Axel raises his knife. "Yes?" I reply.

"What exactly is this package?"

"We'll find out when we open it," I smirk. I laugh inside as his eyes widen, uncomfortable with securing a possibly deadly package.

Welcome to the mafia kids.

***

It's 3pm by the time I'm finished going over the mission. I dismiss everyone, except Isobel. She struts over to me, sassily. Her curves are covered by the large sweatshirt she's wearing, and still she's addictive to look at. She crosses her arms in front of her chest before speaking, "Yes boss?" Her tone is sarcastic, as always.

"Can you do this?" I ask her seriously. I notice the hesitation in her face.

"Yes." She lies through her teeth.

I clear my throat, chucking under my breath, "Have you ever killed anyone before, Isobel?" Her body tenses, telling me she has but isn't proud of it. "On purpose?" I restate my question.

"No," she replies softly.

"But you have on accident?"

"Y-yes," she stutters, anxiously.

"Hm," I think. "So I'll ask again, can you do this?" She doesn't answer. Just stares back at me mindlessly. "I know you didn't grow up in this world, but you're living in it now." She straightens her back and takes a deep breath. "Can you do this," I ask for the final time.

"I can do this." Her tone is serious now. I nod my head, dismissing her, and order a guard to escort her out, before returning to my office for a drink.

I enter the room and find Dimitri sitting in my chair, waiting for me patiently. "What are you doing in my office?" I growl.

"Trying to figure out where the h*ll you're going with this," he responds.

"Going with what?"

"Why are you sending recruits?" He gets out of the chair angrily.

"Because we don't have another team available and this team has promise," I state sternly. "Now stop questioning me before I slit your throat."

His eyes darken with rage as he stomps out of the room like a child. I slam the door shut behind him and prepare for the mission.

***

Isobel's POV:

It's 3pm by the time we finish reviewing the mission. My back aches from sitting the whole day. It's stressful trying to handle this mission when I still haven't completed my real one.

"You're all dismissed," Marcus says, a sigh of relief leaving my lips. "Except Isobel," he finishes.

I strut over to him, angrily. "Can you do this?" He asks me sternly. His questions scares me. I know I have to convince him I can. I have to convince him that I'm loyal to him and his mafia.

"Yes," I reply. His eyebrow twitches as if he doesn't believe me. I feel sweat building up in my palms when he continues questioning me. Finally I shake off the uneasy feeling and fake my confidence. "I can do this."

***

By the time I get home, I'm exhausted. I want to curl up in my warm bed and sleep for the rest of eternity. I pour myself a large cup of coffee before scoping out my closet for an outfit. What do I wear to go kill a bunch of Russian mafia members?

I settle for a tight black t-shirt and black leggings. I slip on a pair of black combat boots and put my long hair into a loose ponytail.

I search through my stash of weapons, hidden under my bed, for the perfect gun. Which gun should I bring to go kill a bunch of Russian mafia members? I find my knife collection and indulge. Maybe I could gift one to Axel. Finally, I decide to stick with one gun. I wrap a holster belt around my waist and secure my gun inside, when I hear a knock on my door.

I stuff the weapons back under my bed before checking the peep hole. "What the h*ll is he doing here?" I think to myself, before opening the door and yanking him inside.

"Nice to see you too Agent Diaz," Shaw laughs.

"You're gonna blow my cover get out of here," I yell, frantic someone will see us.

"Relax, there's agents outside watching for any of Steele's men," he explains quickly. "We don't have a lot of time."

"What are you talking about?"

"Someone from Steele's group is gaining on you. There's been recent search activity on Isobel Pierce. You need to fix it and fast."

My breathing quickens as anxiety courses through my body. "No..." I whisper. "Someone knows."