Secrets Leave Scars [EDITING]

18 - Death of Me

Isobel's POV:

It had been three days since the start of individual training with Marcus. We had mostly been focusing on hand-to-hand combat, even though we both knew that wasn't my problem. He was a good teacher, even if this wasn't what I needed teaching on...

Omar and I worked together on new techniques and tricks Marcus showed us, and I could see an improvement in his fighting. Mine was already flawless...but I guess the extra practice didn't hurt...

"I win," I smirk, "again." I wipe the sweat forming on my forehead and brush the hair out of my face. Omar lays on the mat stomach down, catching his breath.

"Screw...you...Pierce," he grunts in between breaths. He slowly rolls over on his back and lets out a sigh of defeat. I take a drink of water and laugh while he stares blankly at the ceiling. "Alright," he says, stumbling to get up. "Let's go again."

Axel walks over, laughing hysterically. "She beat you again!?" He shouts in disbelief. "Come on man it's starting to get pathetic." I join in laughing as the others gather around.

"All of you shut up," Omar replies, pointing his finger at the group. "Y'all can't beat her either."

I shrug my shoulders and grin. "Yeah but we can accept it," Ivy snickers. She walks over to Omar's side, lifting him all the way off the mat.

"Hello!" Dimitri's loud voice bellows, "This isn't social hour!" Axel and Trinity rush back quickly as I glance over to look at Marcus. His eyes are focused on his phone, not paying attention to me beating Omar's ass for the fourth time in a row.

Finally, his eyes divert from the screen as he gets up, clearing his throat. "You're all dismissed for today," he announces, marching back to his office. I grab the hoodie I placed on the floor during training and follow closely behind him.

"Marcus," I grunt, attempting to get his attention. He keeps a quick pace towards the office door. "Hey excuse me!" I reach out and grab his arm, forcing him to face me. The guards around him point their guns at me. "Oh come on relax," I scoff at them, "if I wanted to kill him I would've done it by now."

Marcus raises his eyebrows, "Actually you wouldn't," he laughs, pleased with himself. I roll my eyes. He shakes off my hand and continues in his path.

"Hey!" I snap. "Just let me talk to you for a second." He swiftly disappears behind the dark door, closing it behind him. The guards tower in front of it, locking me out. "Are you serious!" I yell, attempting to push past them. The bulky men don't budge and I yank out my phone angrily.

I find the name Kol and dial the number impatiently. I glare at the guards while waiting for an answer.

"What's up?" Kol's voice flows through the phone.

"I need you to get this door open for me."

Marcus's POV:

I quickly close the door behind me, leaving Isobel stuck on the other side. I can hear her arguing with my guards through the door.

She's been trying to speak with me since I stitched up her hand, meaning I've been avoiding her since I stitched up her hand. I slipped up letting her train with me, but now I was determined to ignore her.

I know she wants me to teach her to kill, but I also know I can't do it. You can't teach someone how to kill, they just have to do it. The process is also an emotional one, and I've already shared too much emotion with her.

I sit down at my desk and pour myself a glass of bourbon. The arguing outside my door has quieted down now, giving me time to think.

I run through the information I have on Lukin in my head, praying for something to click. I still haven't been able to figure out what he wants from me. If the Masquerade Ball isn't a set up, maybe I would even consider building an alliance. The Russian mafia is powerful, which would only benefit us, and these events are perfect for making alliances and deals with other mafias. However, I knew it would never be that easy.

The door to my office creaks open as I look up from my notes. "Can you take a hint?" I scowl as Isobel struts in angrily. Kol inches in slowly behind her.

"You've been completely ignoring me!" She shouts. I drop my pen, annoyed and take another sip of my bourbon. She slams her hands on my desk angrily. "Well? What do you have to say?"

"I don't need to explain anything to you," I spit. "And get your hands off my desk." She stands up straight, moving her hands from the table, to her perfectly defined hips.

"Better?" She scoffs. "Now listen up."

"Seriously who does this woman think she is speaking to me like this? Does she know I'm the head of a world class mafia? Does she know I could have her head shot off in seconds?"

Kol eyes me from his seat in the back. He shrugs his shoulders, smirking. "I swear I hate that kid."

"Get her out of here I don't want to hear it," I motion to Kol, ignoring his stupid gestures.

"I don't give a sh*t if you don't want to hear it you're gonna hear it," she spits back. I rise from my chair and lean my hands onto the desk. I stare into her deep brown eyes, challenging her. She doesn't budge.

Kol makes his way over, slightly tugging her arm to leave. She yanks her arm back and spins around to face him. "Give us a minute please," she smiles, hiding the anger in her eyes.

He raises his eyebrows mischievously, lifting his hands up in surrender. "Yes m'am," he laughs, winking at me. Before he shuts the door I launch a pocketknife after him, just barely missing his head. Consider that a warning shot. He yells back laughing as I turn to look at Isobel again.

Her body language has changed from angry to furious. She stomps behind my desk and moves in close. "You need to teach me how to kill," she demands.

"Or what?" I scoff. She leans in, pressing her cheek lightly against mine. Her hands reach the collar of my shirt, moving slowly down to my abs.

"Or," she whispers into my ear seductively, "I'll learn on you."

Her warm breath sends shivers down my spine. I slowly tuck her hair behind her ear and lean in. "You don't scare me," I whisper.

"I should." She swiftly pushes away and walks towards the door. I scoff at her as she goes, carefully examining her body. The door slams behind her and I can breathe again.

Isobel Pierce will be the death of me.