Deadly Saints [18+]

019: Bittersweet

|Isadora Xara|

The task, the Devil handed over as that or death and yet the only thing I heard from that meeting is the discovery of his name, Diavolo Tchenkov.

The name slid down my tongue like a drug that I didn't care to stop, it sounded foreign and menacing. It became the outline of dominance, people would quiver from the name mentioned and that authority wrapped around his presence.

In other words, the power ran through his DNA. His physique is distracting to my calculating mind that analysed what the fuck he is, words escaping his plump cherry lips as he continued to explain my death made it sound much sweeter than sour.

The attraction is evident, how can I deny the ache in my core that practically screamed for Diavolo's cock. Rich men flocked in and out of Cherry Pop, including the stunning Mr. Delgado.

Neither of them could be held to Diavolo's god-like features and the thought of indulging in him seemed so forbidden, like a sin.

I didn't know the time passing by as I stood outside the hickory door, the dread that awaited me. Delaying it won't lesson the inevitable or stop it for that matter, turning the knob gently in my grasp.

Those honey blond waves that reached her toned tummy, framing her small face and bouncing off of the black leather jacket, the strands of silver highlights glowing under the moonlight. Her honey golden eyes melting into the pine that roamed around her pupils in a fierce battle, they were void of any emotion throughout our conversation.

Alysanne is unreadable like the vast majority of them, therefore I couldn't decipher what emotion swirled through her. There is a hint of destructiveness hidden within her mask, which took me years of studying to notice on her. A bomb that waited for the trigger to be yanked, bringing doom upon those unworthy to her.

With great fascination, her features where that of a doll, her perfectly sculpted nose with an arched upper lip and glowing cream skin.

She had a fluffy white blanket wrapped snugly around her figure, practically drowning in it. Those heat flashing in her orbs as she stared upon the outskirts of New York City. Thousands of skyscrapers dressed in bright lights, millions of glass buildings engulfed in neon. Midnight created a blanket over the city that became filled with dreams and aspirations.

"They are sending you for the job, aren't they?" She questioned but she already knew the answer.

Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, I dragged my feet against the cool tiles towards her figure, taking a seat opposite her on the plush leather couch. There is a slight breeze that tickles my skin, causing goosebumps to arise.

Leaning into the wall, I studied her exterior. There is a slight bruise on her left eye and a faint blue colour on her cheek, anyone would establish that there would be more under her clothed body. I could feel the inevitable burn brimming my eyes, blinking rapidly to prevent the display of a cryfest.

Time appeared to drag until she turned her gaze away from the city and glared at me, they weren't vibrant as they usually were. Instead, they held sadness and sorrow. I knew she intentionally wanted me to see what I am going to put her through or already am.

"Guess our reunion is short lived." I joked, slightly breaking into a small smile but she knew it wasn't genuine.

She didn't see the humour, her orbs harden. "Why did you have to get involved with these type of people?" She snarled.

I stared at her, rage seeping from her pores yet she had her fists curled around the blanket. A genuine smile stretched upon my lips, the concern that furrowed her brows as she held back her lethal side.

"You always knew that our life wasn't enough for me and yet you stuck by me after I everything, I don't know what happened to you but I know that my intentions were never to drag you back into this life," I admitted.

"What made you think that I would stop searching for you?" She questioned, raising her brow at me.

"What made you think that I would drag you back into something you despise?" I countered, matching her features.

She signed, drifting her eyes downwards.

"I know their kind, they are sending you into a death trap."

"Maybe." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"They said I can't join you?" She asked but she already knew the answer.

"Yes."

"What if they succeeded in killing you?" The inevitable question looming over us.

"I am not that easy to kill," I smirked.

"I'm serious." She sternly stated.

I stared at the city, "Then I died doing something I love."

"What about me?" She questioned.

I smiled, staring at the ceiling. "I always knew I would get into something that would end up killing me, so I stashed all my extra cash in my vault in our apartment. You know the passcode. Over $80,000 is in there. Take that money and start a new life somewhere else."

She gasped at me, her mouth opening and shutting.

"Did you really think I didn't care what happened to you, Aly? Our future may have always entwined but sooner or later I am not going to be there to remind you that humanity is what keeps you alive. You deserve a fresh start after me, if I am gone that just means that I stay within your heart forever. Don't seek revenge, just restart." I smiled, leaning my head on the cool glass.

"I don't want to restart without you," she almost choked, her eyes becoming misty but never dropping a tear.

"Life is worth living, doing something you love and being with people you love. With or without me, it goes on and I rather you don't go back. Which is why I left it for you."

"Isa, I am not going to allow my life to go on without you fucking in it. I love you, you're like my sister. What earth did you live on that gave you the impression I would ever let your murderer free?" She growled, jumping up.

I chuckled at her, "Because as my sister, I am asking you to live your life, full it with happiness and not hatred, please?" I begged.

We both stood up as I immediately wrapped my arms around her heated figure that raked in rage, body dressed in a chill and her scent of cinnamon still prominent. Our embrace seemed short lived even though I rested my chin on her shoulder.

"You can get anything from the closet Diavolo gave me." I tried to make her laugh.

Alysanne wasn't shocked, "I'll steal your favourite Versace Medusa necklace." She mused.

Oh, shit. Maybe that wasn't a good idea, "Nu-uh!" I playfully smacked her arm, earning a laugh from her. "That's precious! Especially since that was the first ever necklace I've ever bought for myself." I instantly turned serious at her, "If I were gone, wear it, okay? Always bring it with you."

Alysanne nodded, it took us two whole minutes before she began to speak.

"Why would you do all of this for someone like me?" She whispered.

"Because you are an amazing person that deserves happiness. Because you were denied to have it."

Aren't we all?

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