Shadows Of Desire

Chapter 2

                                               Leandra Moreno

I wake up in a dimly lit room, my arms tied to my back, and my ankles tied together. I try moving my arms at the back, but, my God, these are tied so fucking tight. I lean back in the uncomfortable chair as if it were a throne.

I look up to see who I assume to be Zade, the infamous Italian mafia leader who's name struck fear into many people's hearts, but not mine..

His curly hair was slightly ruffled, and he was wearing a black fitted suit. He had piercing grey eyes that seem to see right through you. He was really tall, and he clearly worked out.

Why is it suddenly so hot in here.

"So is this how you greet all your guests, or am I just special?" I smirk, breaking the silence.

Zade's expression didn't change. His gaze icy and penetrating. 

"You're not a guest, you're a problem that needs solving," He replies.

"We just met and you're already being a dick, I was hoping you were a gentleman," I fake disappointment in my voice.

"Who are you?" He asks, stepping closer which causes my heart to skip a beat.

What the fuck is wrong with my heart..

"I'm Leandra Moreno," I say confidently, hoping whatever my heart is doing isn't showing.

Zade's eyes widen, his face filled with recognition and surprise. He must've known my grandfather.

"Moreno...as in Silvio Moreno?," He replies.

I thought so.

"That's right," I say, filled with confidence. 

My grandfather was the previous and last known leader of the Order of Assasins, I was trained intensely since birth by him. He was the one who taught me to not show emotion, and turn sadness into anger, then into strength. He was known in the underground world for his efficiency and skill, and oh boy, he was hated.

I saw the flicker of shock in Zade's eyes. "Didn't think you would meet someone with a legacy, did you?"

"Oh, for that I would have to look in the mirror," His lips curl into a cold, calculating smile.

It can smile...interesting.

"You're grandfather was quite the man, but that doesn't make you untouchable," He says, replacing his smile with a glare.

"Hm, you're right about that one" 

I see Zade's jaw tighten, frustration simmering under is cold exterior.

"You tried to kill my men, and now you're here. Hm, what were you thinking,?"

I tilt my head a bit, a sly playing on my lips. "What do you mean tried, I killed him didn't I, I'm sure I also killed the others that got in my way,"

He narrows his eyes at me, not amused by my flippant attitude. 

"Who hired you?" He asks, his expression remains unchanged. 

"Does it matter, you should already know who. After all, I'm just the messenger," 

"And what message were you trying to send by killing one of my own, hm?"

"You didn't hear it from me but, alot of people want your head on a silver platter, don't worry I'm not interested in the whole set. Just doing my part," I force a quick tight lipped smile,