Alle Kapitel von She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy : Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

The small hotel room was drenched in darkness, save die the dim glow of a single lamp flickering in the corner. Heavy curtains shocked the city's neon light, and the air smelled faintly of smoke light, and the air smelled faintly of smoke and aged oak.Sophia sat slouched in a high-backed chair, a half-empty bottle of wine on the tabme beside her. She lifted the glass to her lips, but the taste no longer soothed her. Her eyes were distant, drowning in memories she wished she could bury yet couldn't escape.Her voice was low, almost a whisper but it echoed through the silence."All my life.. all my life I waited for him."Her grip tightened around the stem of the glass as images of her childhood flitted through her mind, long nights spent imagining the face of her father, Vittorio'. Who she never meet. The man whose name caused fear and respect, the man she had hoped would one day claim her as his own. "I dreamed of that moment," she murmured, her words trembling with both pain and ra

Isabelle’s chest heaved up and down as she paced around the dining room. She couldn’t go after Alessa because their father had permitted Alessa to leave alone and it was making her see red. She knew better than to go against Vittorio but that didn’t mean she couldn’t send Vincenzo.She also couldn’t question him because it would make him suspicious and that was the last thing she needed. She kept on checking her phone for any text from Vincenzo but none came and her patience was already wearing thin.Alessa knew that Isabelle would never allow her leave that house alone especially after the stunt she had pulled at dinner and true to her thoughts after she had walked some distance, her ears picked up on the silent crunching of boots on dried leaves and she knew it was Vincenzo. “Predictable. As always.” She muttered to herself with a sly smile on her lips as she skillfully lost Vincenzo in the darkness. Sometimes, Isabelle seemed to forget that Alessa is a skilled assassin. And assass

Isabelle led the way down a dark hallway that reeked of damp stone and rusted iron while her men followed closely behind with their guns drawn and eyes scanning for whatever was lurking in the shadows. Her heels made clicking sounds against the floor, echoing in the dark. A wooden creak broke the silence as one of the doors swung open revealing a girl sprawled across the floor. Her breathing was ragged and labored, each rise and fall of her chest was weaker than the previous one. A sheen of sweat clung to her face and some strands of her chestnut colored hair plastered on her oh so pale face.“This one is a weakling, let her rest but in the meantime we have work to do.” Isabelle snapped and the door creaked shut again. Isabelle turned on her heel and marched down the corridor with her men behind her as she headed towards the car.Her convoy was already waiting outside for her in black SUVs and she immediately climbed into the first car, settling on the cool leather seat with a calm c

Alessa had been in the boxing room the whole time, half hidden in the corner, sitting with one left crossed over the other. She watched the way Isabelle tore through the men with brutal ease but her face held no reaction. No fear. No shock. No admiration. Nothing. Just quiet indifference as though she’d seen this type of violence too many times to care.Isabelle’s eyes suddenly flicked towards Alessa as she was about to leave.“Leaving so soon?” Isabelle’s voice was sharp and mocking. “I don’t waste my time watching tantrums.” Alessa stood and brushed imaginary dust off her black trousers as she turned towards the door. But Isabelle wasn’t about to let her walk away so easily so she stepped in front of Alessa, blocking her way out, sweat still glistening on her skin and a cruel smile perched on her lips.“You’re just like your mother.” Isabelle sneered. “She walked away too, you know. Abandoned you. Left you to rot.” Isabelle circled round a very tense Alessa who was clenching and un

The curtains were drawn tight but the moonlight still managed to slip through the edges, slicing thin silver lines across the room where Matteo paced like a caged animal with his heavy footsteps thudding against the carpet. His face was red with rage as his hands clenched into fists that opened and closed as though he was itching to strike someone.“Stupid girl,” he hissed under his breath, spitting the words as if they burned his tongue. “Foolish, ungrateful child.” He stopped by the dresser, slamming his palms against its polished surface hard enough to rattle the glass decanter that sat there innocently. The liquor inside shivered, catching the faint light.Matteo leaned forward, his reflection in the mirror a twisted version of himself –eyes wild and mouth curled in a snarl. “All these years,” he muttered in a low voice, trembling with fury.“All these years. Planning. Waiting. And now she ruins it in a heartbeat.” The thought of his daughter, Sophia, carrying Luca’s child was a k