The Devious Hearts | Englot | girlxgirl

Chapter 9 - Ghost

Napoli, Italy
4 Years Ago

Engfa stalked through the abandoned building, her steps echoing against the crumbling walls. Her face was bruised and bloodied from a fight with Ignatio's men earlier, but she barely felt the pain. A knife was strapped to her waist, and a pistol was steady in her hand. She had left her entire team behind- even her sister, Faye- to chase down Ignatio. This wasn't just a mission to stop him from flooding the market with illegal diamonds. This was personal.

Ignatio-born Pablo Borello-wasn't just another diamond kingpin from Italy. He was a shadowy ruler of Europe's black-market diamond trade. Engfa and Faye had been waiting for this moment since they discovered, thanks to Snack (A.J.) and Patcha (Fusion), that Borello Mining International-Ignatio's front company-was responsible for sabotaging a helicopter over the jungles of Borneo, causing the death of Nawat. This wasn't about business; this was about vengeance.

"Voss! Stop now!" Mew's voice-Flame-blared through her earpiece, but Engfa ignored it. She kept her gun raised, her eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway, every muscle tensed, ready for the next move.

Then came Faye's voice, cold and sharp. "Tell me where you are, I'm coming in."

But Engfa didn't respond. She shut out the voices in her ear, focusing only on the mission ahead. She knew this building was a labyrinth, but she could hear a faint noise, something that made her blood run cold-a man's laughter, echoing through the emptiness. It was a voice she knew all too well. Ignatio.

"I didn't think you'd make it this far," his voice taunted, echoing off the walls. Engfa's eyes darted around, trying to pinpoint his location, but before she could, a shot rang out. The bullet whizzed past her shoulder, grazing her skin. She ducked behind a pillar, her breath steady, calculating her next move.

"I guess that's the face of Voss, Engfa Waraha and Voss are the same, so interesting, huh?" Ignatio's voice mocked from the shadows, a chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Too pretty to be a thief!" His laugh resonated through the empty building, a taunting, haunting sound.

The sound of his voice made Engfa's blood boil, but she knew she had to stay sharp. She glanced down at the knife at her waist and took it out, using its reflective blade to scan her surroundings. She caught a glimpse of movement-a flash of Ignatio's reflection in the metal.

A grin spread across her face. Got you.

She fired a shot to the side, intentionally missing. As expected, Ignatio took the bait and began firing back wildly. Engfa stayed hidden, watching his position through the reflection of her blade. "You're done," she whispered under her breath.

As Ignatio's gunfire stopped, Engfa turned swiftly from behind the pillar and fired, aiming precisely at where she'd seen him. One bullet hit its mark, sinking into his arm just as he tried to take another shot. He yelled in pain, dropping his weapon.

Engfa didn't waste a second. She was on him in moments, her gun trained on him as she kicked his weapon out of reach. Ignatio clutched his wounded arm, his face contorted in agony. Engfa's eyes were cold, merciless, as she pressed her boot down hard on his arm, eliciting another scream of pain.

From a distance, the sound of footsteps grew closer. Engfa knew her team was near. They watched from a safe distance, all of them frozen as Faye raised a hand, signaling them to hold back. "Let her do this," Faye said coolly, her eyes fixed on Engfa.