I smiled
She didn't.
Good.
In one swift motion, I turned my head to the side, grabbed the barrel of the gun, and yanked. Her grip loosened immediately, and surprise crossed her face. Didn't see that coming, huh?
"Start learning from a professional," I muttered.
I tossed the gun across the room. It hit the wall with a loud clang. She lunged for it. Too slow, I swung. My fist sliced through the air, and she ducked at the last second before I could recover; she tackled me. We hit the ground hard, and she straddled me and began throwing punches.
Fast, precise, and connected.
Crack.
Pain shot through my face as blood poured from my nose, I gritted my teeth, buckled my hips, and flipped her over. She crashed into the other side of the room, and we both stood up at the same time. That's when I really saw her. She looked...familiar?
Same sharp features, same dangerous eyes as him, but softer and warmer. Her hair was a deep red, not loud but rich. Her body was lean, strong, and curved in all the right places. She was tall too, more than my height and a little inch less than him. She caught me staring, and she smirked.
"Oh, please," she said lazily. "I don't swing that way."
I rolled my eyes.
"Relax. No one asked." Her smile vanished instantly, and an unexpected blade flew toward me. I dodged. It slammed into the bathroom door behind me.
"Shit," she muttered. I tilted my head. Go on, try again. I stepped forward slowly, ready to strike, but unexpectedly the door burst open.
"What the hell is going on?!" David yelled.
Of course. I turned to him, annoyed. "Why is she in my room? And going through my things?" His eyes darkened.
"First of all, this isn't your room," he snapped. "You're still under observation." He moved a step closer.
"And second—" His voice grew cold. "I sent her." I blinked, "And you don't touch my twin."
Oh.
I turned back to her, now it made sense. She smirked as she walked over to pick up her gun.
"Well," she said casually, "it was nice meeting you." A pause.
"Stupid move, by the way, attacking our warehouse," I smirked faintly, You have no idea. She leaned in slightly, studying me, then she kissed David lightly on the cheek.
"See you around," she said to me, waving as she left.
The room fell silent. I turned back to him, and he was still staring at me, but this time, there was emotion. Real emotion.
Interesting.
"I'll say this once," he said slowly, his voice low and dangerous. I didn't look away.
"I will kill for my mother." A step closer. "And for my twin." His jaw tightened, veins stood out.
"I will kill for them without hesitation," he continued. "So don't test me." I scoffed softly, still holding his gaze.
Noted. We stood there for a few seconds, tension hung thick in the air. Unspoken, then he turned and walked out, and the door shut behind him. I exhaled slowly. So, that's his weakness.
Family.
I locked the door. Dropped onto the bed and exhaled. Today has been a lot, just too much. But one thing was clear: I needed a way to contact my brother quickly. I checked the drawers beside the bed, and nothing useful, just gum and cigarettes. I stared at the pack for a moment. It had been a while, though I haven't, so I grabbed one and stepped outside. The bodyguards stiffened immediately. I held up the cigarette. "Lighter?"
One of them hesitated. Then he pulled out a lighter and lit it for me. I took a slow drag and exhaled. The other guard stared at me suspiciously, and I smirked. "Relax," I said. "I'm a sociopath, not a pyromaniac."
Then I shut the door in his face, locked it, and leaned against it. Smoke curled in the air.
Now the real game begins.
//Third-Person POV//:
"She's gone," he smiled.
"What will you do now?" she asked.
"Take her throne and dethrone her; she's first stupid. Can't even investigate who killed her father, only because of the hatred she had built and was told towards the Italians, and also thinking that she could take down the Italians. It is so hilarious to me," he laughed out loud.
"I really want to see the reaction on her face when she knows that you're the master minder of her father's death before killing her too." The girl smiled
"It. Will. Be. Priceless. I can guarantee you that, he chuckles.
"I hope the Italians don't kill her before we do."
"Well, that will be unfortunate."
They both laughed out loud and clicked their glasses.
Enjoying their Plans and their drinks.