Pour it out

ARIEL

I clenched my teeth tightly. My fingers bruised into my palm from the way my hands were fisted angrily.

"This is not right, dad." I said and walked past him, getting into the house. My anger boiled hot. How could he do that? Just because I failed in killing that nuisance doesn't make it okay for all of my responsibilities to be seized! It was all that viper's fault? If he had just died.

"Ariel."

"I just want to be alone, Lila." I jumped into her sentence and walked into my room, banging the door shut. My mind was anything but stable right now as I sat in front of my laptop.

We had all the database of all the children in the church orphanage that the church didn't even have. From their real parents, dead ones to those who abandoned their children, deciding they didn't need them again, to those who were not capable enough to train them. Everything was right here. I could see them as I scrolled.

The children were the victims in all of this. Stripped from living a perfect life with either their parents or the church and brought to a place like this, where they were going to be trained and used in the future. Someone like Marco who didn't even know the books of the old and new testament apart. It was not his fault, it was the fault of Saint D'Angelo and probably their parents.

Sometimes, I wondered why my father was created and then now, I'd stopped wondering. Cos I knew now, it had no use. Wondering wouldn't take him away, death would and death is not anywhere close for him. Saint D'Angelo would not let death take him, not now, not anytime soon. And if he knew what I was doing right now, he would hit me. Couple of times.

I stopped at the name of one set of parents, one who'd abandoned their child. Imagine going to torture evil parents a day before your wedding.

* * * * *

I saw the surprise on Lila's face when I stepped out of my room in a fiery red wig and a black dress that stopped mid-thigh, my car key rolling on my index finger.

"Wh-Where are you going?" She stuttered.

I stopped at her front, blowing gum out of my mouth, till it gave a loud 'pop!'.

"Somewhere. Don't. Follow. Me." It was a warning. If I saw any of my father's men tailing me, I was going to beat them black blue on the road. They all knew they couldn't fight me.

I saw Lila open her mouth but I didn't wait for her to speak before I walked out of the house, my red heels making sounds on the ground.

I was about to open my car door when I saw a face on the window.

"What are you doing?" I asked, without looking back.

"Your father asked me to watch you." Marco answered truthfully and I sighed lightly, running my tongue over the edges of my teeth.

"Now...do you want to risk it? Follow me and watch your blood spill out of your stomach."

"What are you going to do? You look like you are going to do something dangerous." He said.

My eyes darkened as I took them away from the mirror and now, stared at him. "I'm looking for somewhere to pour out my anger. If you don't want to be the object, get away. Shoo." I said and got into the car, driving off. Marco didn't make a move to follow me, he just stood there, his hands in his hair.

The boy was smarter than he looked. Good for him.

My car stopped few buildings away from the company in sight. Nineteen buildings away, stood the large office building of D'Leonardo's, a facade to protect himself from the mafia business. My father's company was somewhere faraway, but it was also the same. Something used for protection, something used to hide.

My eyes flickered back to the building I was watching and shock plastered all over my face as I stared at the man that walked out. Okay, he was quite handsome. Yep. And looked quite okay...but...he freaking dyed his hair blue!

And I wore a red wig. What the freaking h*ll. It wasn't funny. I should have just used my normal hair, but that would make it easier to recognize me if things go south. Just stick to the plan. Look like Cinderella following a dandy prince. If all the princes in Cinderellas looked like this, then it'll be a horror movie.

I got out of my car, which was parked a many feet away and sashayed my way towards the man. He was talking with his secretary or whatever for so long that he didn't notice when I got to his car and rested my back on it, raising one of my legs up.

His companion's eyes fixed on me and that pulled the man's attention to me. His eyes thinned. Funny enough, he has the same eyes as Colt and they both share the same name too. Douchebags.

"Do I...know you?" He walked towards me, one of his hands in his pocket.

"Yeah, you do." I pulled out a card from my purse and handed it to him. "You gave me your card and asked me to come meet you in your company whenever I feel stressed." I flashed my teeth out of my red lips. Oh, how much I hated make-up.

"I...." He stared at the card, "gave you this?" He raised a brow.

He must have given out enough card to not remember giving me a card last week in one of my important missions in a club. Many people gave me cards and they are all kept in a pretty box in my wardrobe. You don't know whose help you'll need one day and the mafia was about getting as much connections as possible, whether bad or good.

"I don't remem-"

"Sasha Kings." I cut him off. "It's so sad you don't remember me. I shouldn't have come then." I said with a sad voice and turned to leave.

"Sasha!" He called out and I smirked as I turned back to look at him. I'm pretty sure he doesn't know a Sasha.

"Oh, I can't believe I forgot. I'm so sorry. It's been so long, I thought you won't call me anymore." He said, trying to pacify me.

"It's fine. Do we stand here or...." I drawled, waiting for him to take the initiative.

"I'll talk to you later." He dismissed his companion and turned to me. "Please, get in, Sasha. I'll take you home."

Okay, one thing this Colt doesn't know...

He thinks his model wife is out of the country and yes, she is...but he doesn't know she's coming back tonight.

I tried so hard to hide my giggle.

Fantastic.