Deadly Saints [18+]

029: Little devils

|Isadora Xara|

Don't ask me what convinced me to stay, to actually go through with an initiation. Because even I didn't have an answer for this psychotic decision.

That is how we ended up here, in a private jet. Everyone was here, all the people that worshipped Diavolo to be exact. We were on our way home, the Tchenkov's home. The man is a magician, without even eight hours to spare he arranged all of this for us to fly back. He didn't want to admit it but he didn't want Varvara in New York any longer, Bane will come back with reinforcements and when the time comes, tricks that we pulled wouldn't be enough. The safest place for everyone is in Russia, their home.

"I'm so bored!" Alysanne whinned squirming in her seat.

"Such a baby, can't you sit still?" I scolded.

She stuck her tongue out, "Bite me, bitch!"

I couldn't help the small smile that appeared on my lips, rolling my eyes at her childish antics. Diavolo knew I wasn't leaving without her, surprisingly he didn't protest and I think he knew all about her past which is another factor why he didn't want to let her out of his sight.

Alysanne didn't need anyone's permission, if she wanted to leave. Bitch would have fled.
Thank god she didn't because everything that Diavolo does, fucks with my head, especially the sincerity in his voice when we were in the office.

"What's the deal with them?" Alysanne motioned her head towards the direction of Diavolo's sexy bodyguard.

Nikolai is a man of not many words, his gorgeous features did the talking. He couldn't keep his eyes off Nadrielle, stealing glances at the raven-haired beauty made of fire and sparkling sapphires. Nadrielle sat opposite him while Varvara entertained an overly energetic Sebastian.

Nadrielle and Nikolai would secretly glance at each other but even when their eyes locked, there wasn't even a crack in their demeanour.
Anyone would notice that they had history and quite a fueled one.

"Something that they don't want to acknowledge." I said, still staring at them.

"I think there cute, both menacing and cold." Alysanne joked.

Chuckling, "You took the words right out of my mouth."

Aly laughed, Varvara finally ignored Sebastian's non-stop bantering and whispered into Nadrielle's ear. Nadrielle's face turned sour and they started an argument almost like she was opposing what Varvara implied. Few minutes later, Nadrielle sagged her shoulders in defeat. Before I could even decipher what the argument was about, she did the unthinkable. The psycho got up from her seat, Nikolai kept his eyes on her suspiciously through his hooded structure as she continued her path towards me. Nadrielle took the unoccupied seat in front of me, with a bitch face might I add.

"Princess," I teased.

"Ugh, I hate this conversation already," she groaned, slumping further into the gray couch.

"Nadia, what do I owe the pleasure?" Which made her raise her perfectly shaped brows at me, probably because I remembered her nickname. I overheard that only Nikolai calls her full name. It's sweet, really.

Nadrielle let out a puff of air, in annoyance.
Running her fingers through her curls that framed her face. "I want to say thank you."

I laughed at how uncomfortable she is in this situation. "Don't worry about it, I told you guys I would bring her back."

"That's what shocked me, you actually went through with the promise and not many outsiders would be trusted with a task that personal," she admitted.

"Which is why I made it personal to me." I informed.