Knock On the Door

3

Damien Grey

My jaw ticked watching her run her hands down her perfect curves. She was hot I'll admit that but god alone knows how much I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck and choke the life out of her.

Ever since we were kids she was always a pain in my ass. Whenever my father held meetings in the warehouse she would always be by her uncle's side, observing and listening obediently.
She wasn't new to this type of life, she knew what had to be done wether it was right or wrong. We were both taught from a fairly young age the ways of this world and how to dissappear without trace.

And that's exactly what she did.

The day her father's empire fell she knew what needed to be done, and she knew how to do it well.
Years had passed and everyone grieved her death. The passing of Isabella Vaspen, daughter of Sebastian Khanez Vaspen, leader of Monaco's biggest drug cartel shook everyone.
Alessandro thought he was successful in destroying the Vaspen's bloodline, oh how foolish he was.

She thought I wouldn't recognize her, when she walked in to my office, putting on the nervous act.
Isabella was anything but what she showed to be. She is confident, contained, intelligent and very well skilled.

She let that fake life get to her head, and that was her biggest mistake.

For now, every single cartel in Italy knew of her group she had going on.
No one knew how she looked like or sounded. She made silent moves, she crawled in the crevices and shadows of every scene, somehow always causing a big splash. She goes by the name "Il Silenzio", I always had a feeling it was her, the way she operated changed a lot but I knew how she made sure no one knew of her actions.

She killed sixty of my men in the past couple of months. The same number of times my father lied of her uncle's safety.
She counted every single time, and I knew she was going to get her revenge, wether if it was form me or my father.

"Mr. Romana, see me in my office. Now", I said over my speaker, cracking my knuckles in the process.

Not even a minute later I heard a knock on my door, and looked at Nico through my camera, lifting my finger, signaling for him to enter.

"Damien?", Nico asked condescending with a smirk forming on his face.

"May I ask why you were speaking to Miss Vaspen just a few minutes ago when I gave every man in this building, including you, clear instructions to not engage in any type of conversation with my new asset?", I sighed deeply.
Fourth minutes and she's already a pain in my ass.

"Why cognato?, does it bother you that's she's eye candy?", be asked clicking the stupid pen of his.

"Stop clicking that damn pen and let me think Nico", rubbing my temple I sighed deeply. "She's going to be a problem very soon Nico, I can feel it".

"What do you want to do then? We could kill her..but that'd be a shame, she's hot Damien, really hot. Why didn't you introduce me to her before?", God help me before I kill my own blood.

My sister Alani got tangled into an arranged marriage with Mr.Romanao's son Nico and I was forced to get to know the asshole.
Four years passed and he's like a brother to me, of course I'll never tell him that but he's aware.

We both went through a lot of shit together. When our father's died in an unsuccessful mission, we both unknowingly became close. He was one of very few people who had gained my trust, he was my right hand man, someone I would stupid enough to give my life for.

He eventually began to work under me and slowly became someone I considered a brother. He treated my sister well and they're relationship didn't feel like the traditional arranged marriage, they made it work and slowly began to grow fond of eachother.

"Nico, bring me all her files. Anything you can find, dig deep and don't leave any details behind". With that Nico tapped my door before leaving to carry on his task.

Isabella Vaspen

I saw Nico leaving from Damien's office, not missing the playfull kiss he blowed me, causing me to sheepishly giggle.
I knew Damien saw that and that's what fed my ego.

God knows how much I hate being here. I never wanted to see Damien in my life ever again. Ever since we were kids he was sure to make my life an eternal hell. His father was the worst of all, all he gave me was empty promises.

When my father died I got his lawyer to help me stay low. For years I've lived in a safehouse with nothing but the company on security, who were stationed at every corner of the compound.
Of course I carried on my father's legacy, not under the same name of course. I wasn't that stupid.
I hunted every man or woman who were involved with the death of my family, taking my revenge on people who used their power for the worst.
I was sure to start with Damien. If only his old man was still here I would make that man's life a living hell.
But for now, Damien's irritation slightly satisfied my craving for revenge.

Damien's father was a trusted friend of my fathers', someone who he considered as a brother.
But I saw straight through his lies.
I knew he killed my mother, I knew Sebastian took the opportunity to take her away from us.
Father was always oblivious to it, but I saw straight through Sebastian's lies.

He couldn't even look me in the eye the day she died.

"Pedro and his men placed a hit on her, Isabella..I'm sorry. I tried to save her."

That old fuck

"Miss Vaspen?", an all too familiar voice called out. Take my head and chop it into small pieces.

"Care to join me for lunch?"

Oh?