𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 (𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆)

13

The Devil
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I tapped furiously against the hardwood of the desk in my office, impatient at my late guests.

A knock finally appeared at my door and after a quick 'come in' two figures entered the large room.

They are met with my sharp glare, making Barone almost turn around and walk away, but Bianchi quickly returns one of her glares, seemingly forgetting who works for who here.

"Take a seat," I gesture at the two chairs positioned in front of me. She hesitates at first but soon sits as well.

"I want you two to explain something to me," I start, straightening up in my chair and securing both of my elbows on the desk.

"Why the fuck does my wife not remember the various mass murders she not only committed in my house but throughout her whole life?" I ask, and Lorenzo's eyes narrow at the fact that I named his best friend my wife.

I was just stating facts.

Sofia's eyes though, widened in shock at the fact I mentioned Bella's sudden insomnia when it comes to her murders.

"H- how do you know that?" she asked, leaning forward, suddenly very indulged in the conversation.

I give them a summary of what happened last night and both of them stare at me in shock. Sofia swallows a lump in her throat and my eyes narrow again.

"We don't know." Lorenzo starts.

"Don't lie to me," I warn him, looking between them as Sofia's eyes once again glared at me.

"We're not," Lorenzo jumps in before I can even finish the sentence, "Listen, we truly don't understand it either." He pauses before he continues,

"Her father had her locked up for most of her life, training her both physically and mentally. All we know is he has something to do with it," he says all in one breath.

"I thought you trained with her?" I once again looked between them and this time Sofia spoke up,

"We trained with her, we didn't have the same training as her." she sends another glare before I huff out an angry breath.

"You glare at me one more time and I will pluck your eyeballs out myself" I threaten her and she sits back, looking almost amused.

"You wouldn't dare," she scoffs, "Isa would never forgive you." she points out, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Since when do I care about what Isabella thinks?" I ask, almost letting a laugh slip before she smiles, even more amused than what she was.

"I don't know when, but by the way you were looking at her yesterday, I didn't seem like you didn't." she bites back before backing down, realizing who she's trying to fight with.

Just because Isabella would hate me for it doesn't mean I wouldn't do it. She already hates me, so what's the point?

"I called you in for answers, and yet you gave me none." I sat back in my chair as they both stared at me.

"What do you want to know?" Lorenzo asks, giving the vibes of a protective brother.

He and Bella have known each other since she was seven. Which happens to be the exact age she started her official training as l'Ombra.