Beautiful Agony

2 | I'm not a good girl.

-ARCHER'S POV-

I inhaled a sharp breath as my daughter's name slipped from my foul excuse of a brother-in-law's lips. How dare he bring a child that goes by the same name as my daughter in here when we're discussing such things as a war. He's trying to get under my skin and that of my sons, but it won't work.

I watched the girl as she nodded her head slightly, before uttering the word "Yes." Under her breath.

A heavy feeling of disgust came over me as Arturo's hands slid over the girls body, one eventually staying mobile in her hair and the other sliding over her leg.

He clearly has no manners.

The eldest of my sons cleared his throat to draw our attention before speaking, "I still don't find this to be appropriate. The girl needs to leave before we continue this conversation any further." He stated with confidence.

Ian stayed quiet, which I'm grateful for. He can be a real dumbass sometimes.

"I think she should stay." Esther spoke, a smile plastered on her wretched face. She might be traditionally pretty but she'll never be anything but ugly to me, her personality ruins any sense of beauty she possesses. Insufferable bitch. It's a wonder that my wife survived so many years surrounded by these people and managed to get out with her heart still intact.

"Let's just get straight to the point, shall we?" Alejandro spat.

Arturo's smirk widened, "We know that you know."

-DIANNA'S POV-

I didn't bother to look at the men around me, if Arturo is smiling then chances are he's done something nasty and Arturo-like and all the men opposing him are gonna be miserable.

It's so boring when he involves me in these things. I got no sleep last night so I was gonna take a nap, my dreams lately have been extremely entertaining.

I wonder if he'll give me dessert later because I've been such a good girl. I'm hoping if he does, it'll be gelato.

"Whatever do you mean, Arturo?" The older English man says. 

I close my eyes in annoyance at the sound of Esther's laughter, she sounds like a witch. It's vile.

I feel Arturo's voice vibrate through me, his breath on my neck as he talks. I wish he'd be considerate of my ears and lower his volume. "You know about the shipment and you've brought a whole assembly of Englishmen with you. We know everything, Liam. Did you think you could sneak in a fucking army and we wouldn't notice?" He speaks through his smile.

The room stays quiet for a while, the only things I can hear are the faint sound of breathing and the sound of Arturo's hand brushing over my tights. I can't wait to be able to sleep again.

"I knew you'd notice, I just hoped we could have a civilised conversation before you found out. Now that everything's out in the open, just what the hell did you think you were doing stealing people from land that we both know is considered to be mine?" The man who I think is called Liam asks, no hint of anger in his voice.

He's just like Grandpa, he doesn't sound mad when he's mad. It's like a surprise when he hits you, because you never see it coming.

"And then you'd have the nerve to ask me for assistance against France? You seem to keep on taking without bothering to give back. If that's the case, why should our truce need to continue? So you can continue to gain from me?" He asks, still expressionless. I wonder if he's had Botox and that's why his face doesn't move, like Esther.