She's the devil

2. Warehouse

Denvil Santiago

After a while he stopped the car. Opened his door and got out of the car. Then he opened my door. He took me out of the car and tossed me over his strong shoulder. He carried me inside some kind of building. After a while he put me on a chair and tied my hands and legs to it then he took my blind off. He stepped out of the room and closed the door , leaving me in a weak light that was coming from the ceiling bulb. I slowly turned my head, checking out the room.

Xavier Castello

I walked out of the room that I had put her in. Afterwards I took out my phone and dialed my fathers phone number.

"Figlio, cosa vuoi?" He calmly answered my call.

"Padre, vieni al magazzino vicino al club The Dimonde!(Father, come to the warehouse near club The Angels Hell!) I barked at my phone. He ended the call

After about ten minutes he walked into the warehouse basement ''Figlio!'' He called out and came to me

"Padre, we got the assassin." I said proudly, but with a calm expression on my face.

He looked at me with a suspicious face "What assassin?" He asked worryingly. "Figlio, you have the best assassins working for you!" He said still not knowing what I'm talking about. I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Padre, I have her in that room." I said pointing to the room where I had placed my sexy, little hostage.

"I still don't know who your talking about." He said not knowing what I'm talking about. "Padre I'm talking about the world's best assassin..." I opened the silver metal door to her room. "The Devil." I saw her in the corner of the room. ,,How the fuck did she got free.,, I thought, but got the answer when she threw a knife in my hearts direction. Of course I dodged it. I was trained to dodge little knives or big knives, well all the knives.

"Figlio, are you crazy?" My father asked angrily. "Denvil dear, are you okay?" He said going closer to her and hugging her.

"If you needed my help on killing people you just had to call me not kidnap me." She said calmly but at the same time angrily.

"Sorry, dear, I didn't know about any of this." My father said quietly, pulling out of the hug.

"Che cazzo sta succedendo?Padre, lascia ho bisogno di parlare con lei!(What the fuck is going on? Father, leave. I need to talk with her!)." I yelled at the scene in front of me.

"Don't kill her, figlio." He whispered in my ear as he left the room. Leaving me and her alone.

"Ne me crie pas dessus, idiot!" She yelled at me while coming closer to me. When she was close enough for my reach I put my hand around her throat.

"I don't know what you just said, but I know well enough that you called me an idiot, bambina." I whispered loudly as I tightened my grip on her neck. "Let me go." She whimpered out as she tried to pull my hand off of her neck.

I let her go. She fell to the ground. I know there is probably gonna be a hand print on her neck for next month at least. I was still standing there in front of her watching as she tried to get up. "Now, bambina, tell me how you know my father." I asked what she got up. "Why don't you ask him." She said, still trying to catch her breath.

I chuckled quietly as I leaned closer to her face. "Bambina, I'm asking you, so you answer." She backed away.

"I don't have to tell you shit." She started rubbing her neck, looking me in the eye, with no emotion on her face, no pain, no fear- nothing.