𝟎𝟔 | 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄
SAYETH THE LORDI stare at the brunette sitting in front of me as memories of our first encounter flash through my brain. After I had realized it was her who had stolen the diamond I immediately rushed back to headquarters and looked up all the information there was about her.
That night I learned a lot about who she was and all there was to know about her background. I knew Isabella's parents. They were one of the most known assassin groups in America, maybe even around the world. But it turned out they tried their best to keep their daughter out of most of it.
Curiosity took the best of her and soon enough teenage Bella took a taste of the assassin world herself. It's only been about three years of her being out on the field but something tells me not to underestimate her.
I'm taken away from my thoughts as Isabella slowly starts waking up in front of me. I asked Carl earlier to place her on a chair once he was done with her. Obviously, she's still tied to it but I guess it's more comfortable than a cold table.
The second her eyes are fully awake I notice the emotions running through her eyes.
Panic.
Angst.
Disbelief.
"Good morning, supernova." I smile as she silently looks at me, not showing any hint of reaction to my comment.
"I know our meet-up from earlier wasn't the sweetest so I'd hope I could get a better shot this time," I tell her, leaning my back against the back of the chair.
When I'm about to go on, she surprises me as she starts speaking up. "What's your name?"
"What?"
"You're name, it bothers me that you know my name and I don't know yours, it's only fair for you to tell yours," she shrugs her shoulder, bringing her bonded arms in between her legs.
"Well, why don't you call me deliciae?" I ask her. And as soon as the words leave my mouth her icey act gets loose and the surprise on her face becomes very visible.
Isabella's family history traces back to a lineage of Latin ancestors. Despite Latin being officially considered a dead language, her family continues to speak it.
Looking through her files, I couldn't help myself but see what those Latin words looked like and here and there I've picked some words up.
"I think I might call you spurius instead. It suits you better," she tells me.
I smile before standing up from my seat.
"That's not very nice of you, now," I say. "Considering the situation you're currently in, I think it's more strategic to get loose of that little attitude,"
I pour myself another glass of wine from the bottle of earlier and as I'm about to fill another glass for Isabella, I stop my movements right above the glass. Remembering my conversation with Carl, a grin crawls onto my lips.
"Maybe I'll contemplate on calling you a filius canis instead, if you don't tell me why the fuck you brought me in here," she tells me.
"Such big words coming from a girl like you. It's a shame, I thought the Demon family was one of class and luxury"
I can hear her sigh as she mutters something along the lines of 'Es stultior asino.' It was something I had to look up later, as unfortunately, my knowledge only goes up to a certain point.
"You know, if it weren't for that human growing in your abdomen, I would've killed you the second I had the chance,"
Lies.
Such big lies.
I wanted to have her in my power for as long as I could. I wanted to examine every inch of her body, every thought that grows inside her brain. Every tick she has and get her every fucking car she wants to own.
Nevertheless, I was well aware of the line separating reality from fantasy. Throughout my life, romantic feelings for any woman were not on the table. Emotions, I believed, were a weakness, rendering one vulnerable, and I couldn't afford to be in that position.
"Recognize this?" I ask her as I take my shirt off, leaving me in my naked upper body. Turning around, I let her read the words that are inked to my skin.
[latin words used in this chapter]
deliciae, "delight"
spurius, "bastard"
filius canis, "son of a bitch" lit. son of a dog
Es stultior asino, "you are dumber than an ass"
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Action𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑. one of the youngest self-made assassins, doesn't show fear towards anyone. he's isn't loyal, generous or ambitious. felix is as cold as a hard stone. it's nearly impossible to get under his skin.. until he meets her, isabella...