"In the shadows of her past, Ivory's life is a dark and twisted labyrinth. But her greatest reason for living is her daughter-the spark that keeps her from succumbing to the darkness that has consumed her.
When she's forced to team up with Salvador...
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*TRIGGER WARNING : ASSAULT, VIOLENCE*
Chapter|2|
Castillio sat with his legs crossed, a Cuban cigar hanging out of his mouth, and a glass of whiskey. Taking on small cases, she had waited months before she could have a conversation with him.
"Ivory Dane," she said, introducing herself and shaking his hand firmly.
"You must know that my work comes with a price," she said assertively, sitting back elegantly.
"Dritto al sodo, sono incuriosito da cosa posso farti bere?" he replied, a fine smirk adorning his face.
She didn't trust any man in this world, and as such, it didn't take that much thought to turn down his offer. Ushering the conversation, she sat listening to his demands. Romeo Colombo was his target, a low life with a lot of big names behind him. He was the type of man who would walk into a room and try to be the most flashy and loudest speaker.
"Questa può essere organizzata e presumo che il mio pagamento possa essere discusso e organizzato a breve," she said as she began to get up, dismissing herself.
Dismissing herself, she turned and walked slowly out of the room. To win this game, you had to be constantly ten steps ahead of them, analyzing their every move and leaving them surprised by your boldness. That made them think of you constantly, wondering how you were so brave.
Castillio sat astonished by the beauty who had just presented herself to him. He could not believe the boldness and bluntness of the woman who sat before him and wanted to know more. Who was she? What had she been through? He thought about, continuing to sip on the burning brown liquor.
"Finisci gli accordi con la signora Armani e cerca di trovare alcune informazioni." he ordered his assistant before leaving the bar.
Ivory sat on the couch in her hotel room, peering at a picture of her beautiful baby. Kissing the picture softly, she prayed over her daughter, hoping that in time she would be able to hold and smell her cocoa-buttered skin and see her cute smile. She grabbed the bottle of liquor and began drinking the pain away, thinking of the plans she had to make her abuser pay.
Past
"Good afternoon, my king, what could I do for you? " She said curtsying and taking the jacket off of his body. He enjoyed the submission his victims gave him and loved being worshipped. Before he would return home, she would spend time forcing herself not to vomit at the disgust she felt to complete the actions he ordered. She had contemplated taking her life many times, but then she would peer down at her growing stomach, unable to kill the innocent soul she had been forced to create.
"I would like it if you could use that mouth of yours to please me," he said, sitting on his office chair with a smirk.
She sensed the piercing agony, and the tears started to fall. She wanted to beg but begging would leave her an additional scar and another night of rape. That would harm her child, so she prepared herself, to bend down on her knees, beginning the disgusting act.
"Look up while you perform," he said, demanding her eye contact.
What a bastard! How could he be so cold? Things she had never done and should have been treasured as special moments that she chose to do became the horrors that would keep her up at night and lead to the disgust she felt in her body. After she had finished, she dismissed herself, heading to the bathroom to scrub the act off of her body. When she was finished, she crouched over on the bed and let out silent cries. Rubbing her stomach, she would again pray that her daughter would never have to go through this. Again, the thought crossed her mind: why not just die here? But how could she do that?
Back to present
Today was the day. Grabbing the gun off the dresser, she got into the car, speeding off. This was going to be way easier for her, as Romeo wasn't hard to find or fool. She had been dressed in a maid uniform for the Grand Hotel. Heading up to room 165, she knocked on the door lightly, waiting for his answer.
"Goodmorning, Mr. Colombo, I'm Cynthia, and I'm here to clean up your room." She said it with a bright smile and the bucket of cleaning supplies in my hand.
"Come in, Ms. Cynthia " he said, smirking, rooming my body up and down. The uniform she wore was rather short and tight, showcasing her body. She moved around the suite, cleaning up as he stood always behind her. Eventually, she got tired, pulled out the gun, and planted a bullet through his head.
"Instead of falling around your maid, maybe you should make sure to always have your weapon on him," she said with a light chuckle before leaving the room. The men she had been surrounded by always seemed to be preying and perverted.
She prepared a formal dress and got ready to meet Mr. Castillio to discuss her payment. He sat in his office, standing to shake her hand when she entered the room. She presented proof of his death, and he sat waiting for Armani to state her price.
"I would like your assistance in taking down an old enemy, one of which you are quite familiar with."
He indicated his interest and waited patiently for her to state a name.
"Francesco Conti"
He laughed for a while before wondering why she would be interested in harming Conti. I kept my reasons vague, and as a man of his word, we had agreed that he would help me with my problem.
After some discussion, she again dismissed herself, slightly relieved that his time was coming soon. She was another step closer to holding her baby girl and seeing harm inflicted on the man who harmed her. She breathed a little before she began to map out her plans in his head. Harming him would be the biggest mission she had ever worked on, but it was the most dear to her and would hopefully be as successful as the others.
