𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚. For 11 years of her life Arianna has been pushed, beaten and forced to become a top assassin. At the age of 5, little Arianna was kidnapped after witnessing the death of her mother.
𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢. Missing daughter of...
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We pull up at Santiago's place, which is massive, as the meeting is being held here. Checking my phone I notice that Alonzo has already messaged me. Looks like he's going to be left on delivered for a while.
Santiago parks up before we both hop out the car. "We'll go in the back, can you climb?" He asks raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah why?" I ask slowly wondering why the hell id need to climb.
"Great" he mumbles before grabbing my hand and dragging me behind him until we reach the back yard.
"So Anna, you see that ladder leading to that balcony..." he begins and I already zone out knowing where this is going. He leads me to the ladder and tugs on it.
"Hmm, it's fine" he says unconvinced. Just great.
"If I fall I'm going to sue you" I narrow my eyes at Santiago who just shrugs. Is this boy serious..
"You go first, I'll be behind you" he states and i suddenly get nervous at the realisation that his face is going to be near my ass.
"Cazzo (fuck)" i mumble to myself as I begin to slowly climb the ladder. It wobbles slightly but I compose myself. As I begin to climb I feel the ladder dip as Santiago starts to climb behind me.
Okay focus, I don't need to be embarrassing myself- "WOAH" I cry out as my foot slips. I nearly fall down the ladder but am stopped by an arm holding onto my waist.
"Shit Anna" he utters still grabbing onto my waist. "Are you trying to get me killed by your brothers".
"Whatever" I mumble trying to ignore the heat rushing to my face.
We continue to climb the ladder until we reach the top and I scramble over the balcony. "An assassin who can't climb ladders" Santiago says as he climbs over the balcony before chuckling to himself like he's the funniest person in the world.
"You don't know shit about me" I snap at the man before rolling my eyes. He probably does but that's beside the point.
"I could always get to know you, I know you want to get to know me" Santiago responds to my evident shock. Did he seriously just say that.
He begins to fiddle with the double balcony doors until they swing open. "Are you just going to stand there or-"
"Oh.. right" I mumble after a while before following him into a room. Think I'm still a bit shocked that he said he wants to get to know me, does that mean he likes me? Surely not, plus I don't like him, definitely not.
The room we enter is beautiful. The bed sheets are black along with most of the furniture. I notice a few records and books along with a set of knives placed in length order laying on the side.. oh.
"You didn't deny getting to know me you know" Santiago suddenly says taking me out of my trance. He sits down on the bed with that stupid smirk that I will punch off one day.
