Silent And Deadly

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ᵃᵗʰᵉⁿᵃ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ...
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Athena was truly reconsidering becoming a serial killer. Well maybe you don't become a serial killer, maybe it was a part of your DNA. But she really was hitting herself for landing herself in jail.

Because she could have been living like this.

The floors were marble, the walls looked like they had streaks of gold engraved into them. And the chandler, holy shit now that was worth a pretty penny.

Everyone was dressed in elegant gowns and suits. Half of them looked like they might have stepped off a runway.

This was the life she was meant for.

Yes, she did enjoy the killing, but the expensive dresses and fancy food. That was something she never got to have. But holy shit she did love it.

They had lobster tails on tracks as if it was popcorn at a movie theater.

She might have even had her mouth gaped open when they walked into the room. She might have to pick up her jaw from the floor at this point.

"They don't have parties in the prison yards?" Matteo said as he wrapped her hand around his bicep.

Right, the role they had to play here. Many players in this room didn't know who Athena was. They knew of the devil she played. Even then they believed her to be a man.

Athena's role was to be Matteo Rossi's plus one. Simple, easy.

She didn't even look at him as she shut her mouth.

He was a prick. She raised her middle finger to his eye level. Giving him a perfect view of how she felt about him. He only rolled his eyes at her childish actions.

"Now don't be rude. You are my date. And you truly need to get a better insult. It's chilis-" before he could finish his sentence. He was cut off by a new voice.

"Is that Matteo Rossi, I see?" A voice boomed from behind the two.

Athena felt Matteo take a deep breath. He was preparing for his role.

Matteo Rossi, assassin, torturer, and brother of the Seven Blades. Known for getting any suspect to talk in less than four days.

Even though Athena could get them to talk in two, who was counting.

"Aimilios." Matteo greeted as he turned.

Athena's eyes met with the body of a bodybuilder. What the fuck? Why is everyone hot?

Aimilios was built enough that with his suit jacket hanging from his shoulder. The dark purple dress shirt seemed to stretch over every square inch of his body. Those poor buttons looked like they were using all their strength to keep the shirt together. Athena didn't seem to mind the idea of them popping.

His black hair shined in the chandlers' light. And his dark eyes, shined with so much friendliness Athena had a hard time believing this was a Third in Command.

"Hello, old friend." Aimilios stuck out his hand. When Matteo's hand connected, Matteo was pulled into some kind of "bro-hug" which Matteo stood stiffly through.

"How are you?" Matteo grunted out. He seemed to be being crushed by the bigger man.

"Living the life. Woman, weed, liquor, murder. The best life. Speaking of which, are you going be hitting up the red rooms tonight-" Aimilios finally noticed that Athena was standing there.