Fierce

Chapter 8- Isla Lloyd

Song: Dodged a Bullet- Greg Laswell

Chapter 8: Isla Lloyd.

"Take care, Scarlett," were my father's last words before I exited the mansion.

I breathed in the fresh air and stopped near the fountain for a while.

Ever since I was a child, I would seek shelter at this fountain, and throw a coin for good luck.

I remembered I did so the night of Mateo's death. I wished for my safe return from our mission. Indeed, I did. But he didn't.

The full moon elegantly shone and its reflection on the fountain's water was mesmerizing.

I pulled out a penny from my purse and closed my eyes as I threw it in. "Per te... Mateo."

I stood there for a few moments, savoring the bitter taste of reality. He was gone. He was really gone.

Don't go there Scarlett...

And shook my head and gracefully made my way to the SUV, sitting down in back seat as I pulled my pocket mirror, taking a good look at my reflection.

I was almost unrecognizable.

My face was covered with heavy layers of foundation, a matte popping red lip gloss that enhanced my plump lips, a double coat of mascara and a ton of highlighter to finalize the look.

No wonder why makeup is art. It literally made me four years older than I actually am, hence my fake ID.

First Name: Isla
Middle Name: Olivia
Last Name: Lloyd
Birth year: 1996
Nationality: British

I nervously bit my lip as I looked at the tight, short dress that accentuated my curves and my perfectly red-painted shiny nails.

I can do it. I will do it. I need to be the next heiress.

A random image of my father holding a gun flashed in the back of my head.

Strong, determined, and fiercely eyeing his opponent: he was everything I needed to be today. I am facing one of our enemies, one of the most dangerous men.

One mistake and you're dead, I repeated to myself.

My heartbeat was sent into a frenzy as we got closer to the night club where Vladovski Petrov was.

I, a 17 year old that was playing the role of a 23 year old, was going to seduce him and extract information that none of our best spies have been able to.

When I realized the power I had in my hands right now, I froze, tingles spreading across my skin.

I love power. I love everything related to power.

A flame ignited in me, begging for more each second, begging for dominancy, for authority.

And suddenly I couldn't feel it no more. My heart that was violently thudding against my chest calmed down to the point where everything felt so normal.

I had control over myself again. What happens now won't matter to me— I will win this time, and I will be the next heiress.

The car pulled to a stop, and I noticed that we arrived to our destination.

My car door was opened for me by my chauffer, and I elegantly got out.

Here goes nothing.

Taking a deep breath, I confidently walked through the night club's hall as my heels clicked on the ground, making me the center of men's attention.