David's POV
I stared at Leonard, and he stared back across the desk in my office. He was driving me absolutely nuts.
Leonard.
A headache that would never go away. And unfortunately...he's untouchable. My mother loved him, and my sister adored him; that's why I can't kill him yet. He raised an eyebrow, then the other. I rolled my eyes and picked up my phone to call. "Yeah, boss." "Full background check on Ann Vinca," I said flatly. "Results in thirty minutes." "Right away, boss." I hung up.
Leonard whistled low. "Ann Vinca." He repeated the name slowly. "Sounds fake."
"It is," I said simply.
"But it's what she gave me, so it's what we'll use." He leaned back in his chair and eyed me.
"She's an assassin. The question is...who sent her?"
"Freelancer," I said as I poured two drinks.
"She says she doesn't know who sent her." Leo took his glass and nodded.
"Not unheard of." I downed my drink in one go, exhausted already.
"So what do we do with her?" he asked as he swirled his drink around in his glass.
"Kill her."
A pause.
"Just like that?" He scowled. "That would be a waste."
I shot him a look. "Waste?"
"She is all of those things," he corrected. "She's useful, smart, skilled, and fearless.
I didn't respond, because he was not incorrect. "She would be useful to us," he said,
"We could use her. Spy, assassin, bait if necessary." I leaned back a little bit, looking at him.
"But why would she?"
He smirked. "Oh, she won't." A pause. "That's what makes it fun," I exhaled slowly. That's what made him second in command. He was able to see angles that I did not always think of.
"Well, we don't know her," I replied.
"None, no one," he said,
"No background, no loyalty, even no real name". Leonard shrugged.
"Then we work out a way to get her to be loyal."
Silence.
"…You're serious."
"Completely." I looked at him for a long while, then shook my head.
"This is not possible, I don't know how you do it." He grinned. "You're welcome."
I stood up. "We shall find out if she's worthy of our trouble?" That's when,
BANG.
The sound reverberated over the building, sharp and loud. We froze. Then we looked at each other. Another shot. "She's awake," Leonard whispered. I was on the go. « She's trouble, » I whispered. For the first time, I had questioned myself whether or not it was smart to keep her alive… Or the worst thing I could do.
//////// Sanita's POV
Ten minutes, that's how long I waited. A moment of quiet, 10-minute silence of boredom, of taking no steps whatsoever. Unacceptable, I looked at the ropes that were tied around my wrists, then smirked slightly.
Amateurs.
My father raised me like this, always to plan a way to escape, always. I took my wrists and gently rotated them with pressure and relaxed the point, then untied my legs and stood up slowly. The pain radiated down my thigh. I glanced down, seeing the messy blood and annoyance. Still, there was nothing I couldn't do. I glanced around the room, which was plain and boring, but the table, that was interesting.
There were blades, guns, and tools—beautiful, dangerous toys. I walked towards it, a smile playing on my lips. "Oh, this is like home now." I picked up a gun. Checked it, loaded it perfectly.
"Let's play," I pulled the trigger.
BANG.
The sound echoed, music to my ears. Again, BANG. But no one came in. I tilted my head. "…Really?"
Disappointing.
I held the gun in my hand, casually swaying it back and forth, while I walked slowly.
"If it isn't soundproof here, then that's their problem." Another shot.
BANG.
Still nothing? Now I was offended. I wanted to kill somebody, in fact. Right on cue, the door slammed open.
"What is happening here?!" Ah. There he was. David De Luca. He burst in, as dark as a thunder-cloud, his presence filling the room in an instant, still handsome though. I rested the gun on the table, turning the barrel around in my hand, just to get some practice.
I said "I don't know" with a smile.
"Have you heard anything?" His eyes fell on the gun. Then back to me.
Cold.
Sharp.
Deadly.
"SIT"
I scoffed, "No," I answered him, eye to eye,
"I am not a dog." A slight smirk played on my lips.
"You sit."