Isla~"Fucking stupid!" I hissed, knocking a nearby glass off the table.I was mad.Mad at myself for everything that happened tonight. How could I have been so stupid? How could I not tell the whole time, that Seraphine had been behind Katya's disappearance all this time? The rage burned hotter in my heart, the more I thought about it.All those killings Dante had shown me, it was probably still her doing. Seraphine.She was the one inciting this war against her El Diablo, making us believe he had been the one behind all those attacks. I bet he isn't even aware of what Seraphine had been up to.I was pacing back and forth in the living room, seething and barely unable to control my rising temper. Fernando stood by the door, a nervous expression on his face as he watched me. Kayla too.But none of them dared to say a word.I hated this. I hated feeling like this.Powerless. Unable to do anything.Even now that I've confirmed who had been holding Katya, I couldn't do a damn thing ab
[A/N: Had a really long chapter, so I had to split it into two. See this one as a continuation of my previous chapter. Thanks for reading ♥️]Isla~He suddenly turned around, taking a single step forward. I could see his features now, sharp and cruel under the dim lights. His mouth curved into a twisted grin as he steps into the open, revealing the knife glinting in his hand."You finally caught up," he sneers, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the faded background noise. His eyes were glinting with dark, malicious intent like he had been waiting for me to make this move.He wanted me here. And I played right into his snare.I tried not to show my fear, but my breath hitched in my throat."I have no time for games,"I spoke up, my voice trembling just slightly. "Where is Katya?"The man lets out a soft, mocking laugh, his dark eyes traveling over me like I was nothing but prey. "Katya? Doesn't really sound like a name I've heard of recent."Then he paused."Is that why yo
Isla~This was it!I took in a deep breath as I stood in front of the familiar, tall building.This was my moment to fix... everything.If this plan doesn't work, then I didn't know what else will.I adjusted my mini-gown one last time, before proceeding into the night club. Like before, the bouncers let me enter without any hassle. Probably because of Katya's influence.I smiled nervously at them as I finally entered into the loud sea of dancing, drunk people.The music vibrated through the floor beneath my feet as I made my way deeper into the club, surrounded by flashing lights and the buzz of the crowd. The strobe lights flicker in a dizzying dance, and the air felt thick with heat and the scent of alcohol. I found myself moving to the beat, pretending to be one of the carefree club-goers. But underneath the façade, my heart raced. Every part of me was alert, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of him.The hooded manI couldn't afford to slip up.I repeated the plan in my head
Isla~I heard him.His heavy footsteps stopping right in front of my door. I heard.His heavy breathing as he stood there, not knowing what to say.I heard him call out my name, his voice barely above a whisper.He was leaving. Without me.And although it tugged painfully at some strings in my heart, I decided to remain silent.I had told him already, that unless Katya is brought back, I wasn't going to follow him anywhere.It wasn't like I needed to be in Sicily anyway. The only reason he was probably trying to take me along was because he wanted to "protect" me. I knew how obsessed he was with keeping me by his side. And I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction this time.Peeking out my window, I watched him approach the fleet of cars that awaited him.Clad in a black, custom tailored suit, he looked as dashing as always. I almost regretted my decision to ignore him. Almost.Just as he opened the door to get into the car, he paused. He paused as if sensing my eyes on him.And he
Dante~"Until then, I'm not going with you on your little trip to Sicily."I took in a deep breath as I stood by my window, staring into space.Those words replayed in my head like a broken record. I guess she really meant what she said.This time, she was ready to fight me for as long as she deemed necessary.Because it's been three days and I haven't still been able to contact Katya. I've never had to contact her whenever she went on previous missions. She always checked in. She always returned. So it was impossible to reach her as usual.But this time felt different.Still, I couldn't let that stop my journey. Today was the day I leave for Sicily.I wasn't just running away from the chaos here, I was heading into a different storm. One that might finally give me answers.To unravel the mystery behind this chip implanted in me.My hand slowly lifted to touch the spot on my chest. Right there. That's where my father had implanted the device. And all these years I've lived in ignoranc
Isla~"You what?" I shrieked suddenly, jumping out of the bed.Away from Dante.But he remained calm, a stoic expression on his face.We had made passionate and reckless love the whole night and I was waking up to this news from him. It made me feel stupid.Of course I should have known he was up to no good when I saw Katya at his study the other day. I should have pressed him harder for answers right then and there.Instead, I was busy moaning in his bed, while he sent Katya off to God-knows-where. Dammit! I felt like a terrible person already."How could you, Dante?"He rolled his eyes slightly, sitting up and letting the sheets fall from his waist."You're overreacting," he said plainly, the same way someone might swat at a fly buzzing near their head.I felt heat rush to my face, this time not from arousal. But rage."Overreacting?" I barked, and before I could stop myself, I lunged forward at him, fists clenched and mind screaming."You son of a..." I struck his bare chest with