Art of Vengeance

Chapter Eight

"Good game."Klaus said, as he extended his hand out for Matteo.

He rolled his eyes but nonethless, put his arm forward,but before they could shake hands, Klaus pulled back, and put up his midlle finger,which immediately resulted,in them play fighting.

Isabella chuckled at her brothers,then turned to her opponent Asher.

She stuck her hand out,and Asher was dumb enough to do the same thing.She obviously  pulled back and put her middle finger up.

Now, in the middle of the living room,two people had tackled eachother to the ground,while the other two had one on top of the other tickling them.

The rest watched them as they play fought,each of them having a smile of their own.

On the other hand,stood Leonardo watching isabella. After her stabbing him, he let her run away,knowing he couldve easily thrown her over his shoulder and place her back in the chair. With all the injuries Isabella had caused him,her insulting him non-stop, was not something he could survive.

He also couldnt bare the fact, that he couldnt keep his eyes off of her.

She was so beautiful he wanted to kill her.

He knew of the women that had taken the nickname 'Angel' because of how she left her victims,ribs torn out of them through their backs, showcasing it as 'wings of an angel.'

Shes the most ruthless heartless women to exist,he never believed any of that,until he had faced her.

"Okay, next up is, Laresa and Alex, versus,
Dylan and Elijah." Phoenix voice snapped Leonardo  out his trance, noticing that they had stopped play fighting and started  making their way to the room,where the other players would wait.

They all sat chatting with the other,as the rest went and started their game.

Isabellas focus had shifted from Klaus whom she was talking to about their previous game and their victory, to a picture that hung up on the wall,among side many other frames.

It was a younger version of isabella watching her father with adortion in her eyes, as she held a violin in her hand, while her father played the piano, the photo was taken from a third point of view.

"You look just like her." A voice startled Isabella, looking to her side, she found Brittney, staring at a picture on the wall.

"Pardon?"

"You are the spitting image of your mother."
She said pointing at the picture. Isabella didnt get much genes from Bethany except for the hair and other things, but that sentence still riled up isabella even though, she knew the truth.

"The fuck I am."She harshly spat at her, glaring her down.

She backed away intimidated, but a quick satisfactory glint appeared, then quickly disappeared.

Her eyes softened,and she returned back to Klaus, as if nothing happened.

Sharing confused glances, they wondered why Isabella didnt like being compared to her mother.

Distracted from the conversation, a chorus of celebration came Dylan and Elijah indicating who won the round.

"Okay, this round decides whos going to the finals. Team A is Klaus and Elijah. B is Isabella and Leonardo."Pheonix said.