My laptop is malfunctioning so here is a little teaser until I can get it to stop. :-)
NIKOLAI ANASTAS POV
After a week I finally came back home from that dreary warehouse. Dante was silently trailing behind me as always. He barely spoke to anybody but I preferred it that way sometimes.
The corridor was eerily quiet for a Saturday until I heard a deafening screech coming from the West wing. It sounded like a woman. It definitely wasn't Bria and the only other woman that may scream like that would be...the deranged one.
I quickened my pace in order to get to the training hall on time. Those cowards would beat anything they disagreed with. Dante caught up to me in a few seconds. I was honestly expecting the worst when I opened the door but when I stepped in it took a lot of will power not to drop my jaw.
A whole hall of men were kneeling before Bria and the deranged woman with their arms in the air. The deranged woman was holding a light pink slipper in her hand which I had bought for Bria during one of her awkward stages.
Ivan was whining at her feet as she held onto his ear and twisted it. No one in the room even dared to look up.
But if she wasn't the one screaming..."WHAT THE HECK! Which one of you grown men had the guts to scream like that?"
They all pointed to Ivan immediately as he squirmed under that woman's grasp.
"Did I tell you boys to put your hands down?" She asked with a hint of danger in her angelic voice. They all shook their head frightened and went back into position. What did she do to my men?
Bria was laughing hysterically by the woman's side enjoying every minute of this fiasco.
"GET UP! All of you get up!" I commanded strictly. Instead of following my orders they looked to their new boss for permission. She nodded making them all sigh in relief. Their knees were literally shaking as they attempted to get up; like defenseless newborn calves. How long did she make them do this?
These men weren't even ashamed of themselves as they zoomed out of the hall, still avoiding eye contact with the woman. She let Ivan go to wear the slipper she was holding. Ivan ran to me clutching his ear looking like he wanted to burst into tears. This boy is utterly spineless.
He is at least 6'3 and afraid of this midget? This half a human enchantress? I heard a giggle from behind me only to realize Dante...that silent monk was laughing?! This woman is tearing apart my mansion!
Whenever I turn away she does something unbelievable. I need to keep an eye on her myself but how? She just instilled the fear of God into mass murderers!
"Bria dress her up for a dinner."
"I have a name you know?" The woman shouted after me.
"I have plenty of time to get to know that name." I don't know why every interaction with this woman ended with me smiling like a hormonal teenager.
...
The woman ate the dinner quietly with all her acquired etiquette on display. Every move she made made me want to stare in awe at her majesty.
"My name is Taylor." She calmly blurted the fact out of nowhere. "I don't enjoy silence it's annoying." She effectively explained the weird outburst.
I didn't even realize I was staring at her blankly.
"My name is Nick." I offered not knowing what else to say. I was being silly. She is just a woman why am I so nervous? "You don't look like a Taylor."
"What are Taylors supposed to look like?" She said, frowning again as she held the knife at a deadly angle towards my chest.
"You look more like an Evalina."
"Thank you for the pep talk but you don't get to decide that."
She was challenging me and I knew it.
"Listen Evalina, around here I'm the judge, jury and executioner. I can do whatever I want."
"Who in their right mind proclaimed you the 1800's court of law?" She teased with her perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised.
I stuck my tongue out at her. A bad habit I learnt from all my interactions with Bria. She narrowed her eyes at me as if she was trying to discern what was wrong with me. Then unbelievably, she started laughing. It was a horrible laugh; a witch-like cackle but I liked it for some reason.
"You look handsome when you are not pretending to be heartless."
This woman is very frank. She does what she wants when she wants. Soon the waiter came back obviously snooping around for a tip.
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I'll try and recover the rest. 😭
Btw what do you think Taylor did to those assassins?
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