The Woman in Red

''I have a question for you, Lia,'' Caleb started, ''How the hell are you still alive?'' he added, chuckling at my reaction.

I rolled my eyes at this ridiculous question. Since I met Caleb and started working with him, we grew closer. He was a hell of a fighter. Not every day you're getting trained at a hidden assassin school. I learned a lot from him, even though he kept teasing me that I should be more careful and think before I act, as he had to save my ass multiple times, more than I could count. And at the same time, he set my body on fire whenever he touched me.

The worst part wasn't the fact that he was 11 years older than me. It also wasn't the reality that his biological father, the capo of the Sicilian mafia, wanted my head on a pike, and as sure as hell wasn't the tiny detail that I was going to be married to his twin brother that both of us found out about on the day of my arranged engagement party.

It was the idea of having feelings for the guy initially hired to kill me, by the man who hated my guts, or rather, hated the guts of the Woman I was behind the closed doors of the mafia underworld.

Apart from that, I am pretty sure I might have some feelings for the man I was set up to marry, that looks exactly like my partner in crime, even though we aren't criminals.

I never thought that the life of a 22-year-old university student would get so complicated. Unfortunately for me, the situation I found myself in the middle of was barely the tip of the iceberg, and I was about to find out soon that some moments in my life weren't as they seemed and that I've always had it in me to become the person I was today.

The Woman in a red mask helping those that needed my help.