Balles et Poignards | ONGOING |

Chapter 1 | New Job

| Isabelle's POV |

"Cockadoodledooooooooo"

Yay, another day where I can't sleep in because of my rooster alarm clock. I slowly bring my hand over to my nightstand and start to slap around hoping to hit the alarm for five more minutes of sleep.

"ISA, ISA". Aiden launches himself onto my bed. And there's my second annoying alarm.

I groggily sit up and say, "What do you need dork?".

"Well, Mom said she's going to make Crepes with Nutella and strawberries but you had to be out of bed soooooo". He shrugged and started to walk away slowly.

" Why didn't you start with that!" I yell at him as I jump up suddenly, which causes Aiden to fall through the door. With a chuckle, I walk out to see Mom sitting on the Couch.

"Hey, Mom! Aiden said you were making Crepes...?"

She immediately looked at me and chuckled, "Yes, yes, I'll be in the kitchen, just give me one more minute".

As I grabbed the ingredients we heard a scream from the hall and knew that Aiden went and got Anthony Out of his bed.

Big mistake.

Aiden comes running around the stairs and quickly hides behind mom as if she could save him from Anthony.

Anthony came running in looking like a caveman because it's been a hot minute since the last time he shaved and his crazy eyes weren't helping anything. He dragged Aiden by the ear over to the kitchen island where I stood idly watching this scene play out.

Anthony started talking, "Aiden, I told you last time what would happen if you woke me up by jumping on me in my bed"

Aiden's eyes widened and his face paled as he started wailing, "Please! No! Anything but that! Mom help!! Isa do something!" Mom had already made her way to the kitchen and we both started laughing quietly knowing what was coming. The last time- which was yesterday by the way- Aiden went to wake up Anthony by jumping on him, he told him that he would have to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the rest of the day. The thing is, Aiden hates peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a burning passion.

Mom and I silently worked on the crepes together while Anthony prepared Aiden's punishment then left, off to do who knows what. I've been helping her make them since I was nine so We've learned to work in sync. One day if France ever comes up with a crepe-making contest I know for sure we would win.

After thirty minutes Anthony comes back into the kitchen and looks at me "Hey Isa, Dad wants you in his office after breakfast. You might get a new case. I heard that Rie is causing trouble" I watched as his face lit up while he was talking, it usually only happens when it involves work. He wiggled his eyebrows and I couldn't contain my laughter. Then I remembered what I was doing and immediately freaked out because I smelled a burnt crepe on my pan.

Aiden was talking about his football practice and how his team was doing during Breakfast. I tried to listen but I couldn't stop thinking about what mission my dad would give me next.

After I finished I cleaned my plates, said Thank you to my Mom, and rushed straight to my Dad's office. I noticed as I slowly opened the door that his eyebrows were furrowed and he looked like he was concentrating hard on something.

"Hey Dad, Anthony told me you wanted to see me...?"

He looked up at me and smiled, "Hey Isa, how did you sleep?" We then chatted about the morning and how goofy Aiden was. Then he started talking in his serious tone and I knew he was getting ready to talk about my next job.

"So, have you ever heard about Zander Corp?"

"Yeah, they are the American Mafia, right?"

"The exact one" he looked down at his lap then my eyes, "Isa, do you think you can take care of Lucas Zander for me?" For a second I was stunned. Lucas Zander was the heir to the American Mafia but a rumor about him is that he just wants to be the Ceo of Zander Corp. Even if it's true, I don't blame him. "In a month we have the annual Mafia Ball, take care of him by then."

"What about Older Zander?" I question, how could he just want to get rid of the younger one? "And when are we leaving?"

"Excellent questions, a car crash is planned soon and we leave as soon as you pack your bags." I nodded, got up, and walked away. I need air and I need to pack.

Great, more people dying and because of me. I can't help it that I hate killing but it's who I am and I can't escape it.

Now I have to think about what I'm going to have to do with that Zander boy.

A/N

Thank y'all for reading! I have finally figured out how to post my stories. I'm excited to work on this journey with you