Chapter 15: Jealousy.

ISABELLA:

 I throw another knife at the target board, trying to calm myself down. How didn't I have any idea about Montez? I groaned internally and verbally, my chest was hurting, a constant sting was in my head, my mind goes to my father, poison? Poison killed my father? Who did it? Why? I pick another knife but I miss and my frustration increases.

 “At this rate we're going to need another target board,” Miguel says behind me.

 “We should, this one's old” I throw another knife and I miss, “fucking hell” 

 “You're letting him get to you Isa,” he sits down, 

 “I know and it's…it's frustrating me. I don't know what to do, I hate surprises like these” I fall into the chair.

 “How about breathing? You look like you've been holding your breath for hours” he sighs, “look, like Justin said he is irreleva…”

 “So irrelevant that he knows what killed my father,” I scoff, “he knows something”

 “He does. He kept smiling like a fucking maniac when he was here, he is trying to get under your skin…you're letting him win”

I sigh loudly, “I'm going to pay him a visit”

 “What?”

 “Yes, I'm going to pay him a visit, if he claims to know so much I will find it out”

 “I don't think that's a good idea”

 “When have any of my ideas suited your taste?” I raise an eyebrow waiting for an answer, “exactly, look Miguel I don't want loose ends, in the sense that someone's walking around carrying my family's business and secrets like a fucking trophy over my head.”

 “I doubt he'll go around talking about you, I'm sure he knows better, he might be irrelevant but he isn't stupid”

 “He might be, men like him have no common reasoning and any atom of shame. I'm going to find out everything I can before I end his career”

Shock passes his eyes, “end his….you want to kill him?”

 “Destroy his business Miguel, I'm not blood thirsty” I stand up,calmer I pick another knife, “and I know who'll help me smoke Montez out”

 “Who?”

 “Warren” I throw the knife and it hits the target.

 “Warren?” a hint of disgust in his tone, “how exactly?”

 “Before I was kidnapped, Warren said he knew him so.. he'll help me” I cross my hand, “ it's only fitting”

 “I don't trust Warren, he…he is as shady as they come”

 “Or you've just never met someone that's really good at their job that it seems impossible to imagine” I hold his hand, “the moment I suspect him, I'll end him. I'm not letting what happened to my father happen to me too” 

 “You have to be careful Isa,”

 “I will, you know I will” I peck his cheek and head to Warren's house.

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I walk slowly to his house, trying to calm myself down because for some odd reason I get uneasy and nervous around him and he knows, it's annoying. I walk to his door and it's opened slightly, I bring out my gun my heart skipping a beat, “Warr…” my breath caught up in my throat, “Cara?”. Both of them stand still, my sister in the hands of my fucking bodyguard…hell no.

 “Hey sis” Cara smiles and hugs me, 

I smile tightly, my eyes still not leaving Warren's, “what are you doing here?”

She points to a basket, “came to appreciate Justin for the other night, what are you doing here?” she subtly teases.

 “Business talk Cara” I clench my fists, I finally look at my sister, “go home”

She looks between us, noticing the tension, “got it,” she turns to Justin, “thank you again especially for the tea and be nice to each other” she chuckles and leaves closing the door behind her but I could tell she lingered by the door, typical Cara.

He stands up and takes two cups to his kitchen, “you're up late”

 “What was that?”

He walks to me folding his arms, “what was what?” he breathes out.

His hot breath touch my skin, “my sister? Really?”

 “She was thanking me Isabella, as she told you”

I scoff, “stay the fuck away from my sister Warren, you're here on a job not to mess around with my sister” I walk closer to him, stopping only an inch away from his face, “I'm not joking around”

 “Is that jealousy I smell?” his voice low, soft, his eyes subtly looking at my parted lips.

My breath hitches a little, “I'm not jeal…”

He lifts my chin to his eye level, “look me in my eyes and swear that you are not jealous Isabella and I swear to you I'll never look at Cara in my life” 

 “I…Warren…” I breathe out, my anger fading, my voice held up in my throat, why does he always do this? One second I'm ready to strangle him, the next i forget what I came here for, I hate how he knows. “Jus….” the air becomes tight, dense, my legs were subtly shaking but my heart but beating extremely fast, his eyes were making my knees fail me. I look at his lips and back to his eyes, he did the same, my stomach turned, the heat between us pressed into silence, thick enough to choke on, I subtly shift my weight between both legs whilst pretending like I wasn't falling apart.

He smirks and steps back leaving too much space in between us, “I'm a professional Isabella believe it or not, I don't sleep with clients nor their family members, I can handle my urges I am well known for my self control” he crosses his arms.

I clear my throat, snapping myself to reality, “fuck you Warren” I scoff and walk to the door.

 “Did you just come here to express your jealousy?”

I stop in my tracks remembering what I was here for, but there was no way I was going to ask for his help, his ego was infuriating, I turn stiffly to him, “like I said I am not jealous and stay the fuck away from me and my sister”

 “We're kinda stuck together though” he smirks and walks slowly to me with his hands in his pocket.

 “Sadly” I smile tightly, “how do you know Carlos Montez? You better not lie to me Warren”

He stops in his tracks.