Fashioned For Sin

Chapter 33

Leonardo

I have no idea what we're getting ourselves into, but I sure as hell hope it isn't for nothing.

The ink is barely dry, our signatures shining on the contract. "This will be your new lives from now on," Benedict said, his gaze sweeping over us before lingering on Karissa. "I don't know how much we can trust each other, because we've just met, but I hope we can all get along well."

It felt surreal, stepping into a world where every moment counted. My heart raced at the thought of what Blair had endured. I would burn anyone who dared to even come close to harm her. No one would make her suffer again.

Not under my watch.

I walked over to Blair, pulling her into my arms feeling the warmth of her body.

Benedict reached for his phone, calling for his assistant. "Ashley, come in," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Ashley entered, a bright but dark spark between the heavy atmosphere. "Yes, sir?" Her professionalism was noticeable.

"Give them a tour, then escort them out. Make sure to provide them with their schedules at the café near by; training starts at dawn." He settled back into his chair, lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a cloak of authority.

As Ashley led us out of Benedict's office, I kept my arm around Blair, feeling the tension still humming in her. She was strong, but there was no hiding the weight of what she'd been through-and if this place could bring her some kind of justice, I'd be all in.

Ashley walked a few steps ahead, her platinum blonde hair cascading in soft waves, contrasting sharply against her dark attire. She wore a lace-up black blouse that fit like it was custom-made, revealing just enough to be intriguing. Of course, not for me, Blair is the only one who catches my attention.

Also, with a leather skirt paired with fishnet stockings that added a daring edge. A sharp, dark brow arched over her blue eyes, and the bold tattoo along her neck hinted at a past that might not be too different from ours.

She was like a walking statement-fierce, professional, and clearly aware of the effect she had on people, especially on Daniel, he definitely seemed hypnotised.

"We'll start with the lower levels," she explained, pressing the button for the elevator. "Each level here has a different function and role. While you'll will be active in the field, others work behind the scenes to make sure everything runs smoothly." She didn't look back as she spoke, but her voice was clear and confident.

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside. She pressed a button, and we started descending. The air felt colder the deeper we went, like the place held secrets in its bones.

The doors opened to a massive, open space, split into sections by glass walls. Each area was filled with people buried in paperwork or clicking through data on computer screens.

"This is Level One," she said, gesturing toward the cubicles that stretched before us. "It's where logistics and intelligence gathering happen. These people track leads, gather intel on targets, and ensure everything is in place before any of you step out into the field. They may not go out on missions, but without them, none of this would work."

We moved past rows of monitors displaying maps, video feeds, and data that looked like something out of a spy movie. I could see faces behind the screens-intense, focused, each person glued to their work.

Ashley continued, "They handle everything from surveillance footage to financial transactions-finding any hidden trails our targets might leave behind. They build the skeleton of our operations, the intelligence structure that supports your work."