The bullet missed the target and crashed into the wall. It made me wonder what exactly the room was made of. I had never heard of a bullet shattering, perhaps they weren't real. A silly thought popped into my head. Why don't I try shooting Luciano?. That way, I would know if the bullets were real or not. If they were, I would have a chance to escape before Stefano and the rest of the gang caught me but if they weren't, I'd definitely drop dead in a second. That was a risk I wasn't willing to take. Also, if I couldn't hit an immobile target, what made me think I had a chance at a living being. I continued trying to hit the targets and after a while, Luciano spoke up. "It's time to try something else. Sadly, you're very bad at this," He said, shaking his head at my numerous failed attempts. I thought shooting at targets was hard but I couldn't believe it when Luciano announced that we would be starting basic self defense training. I had not ma
A resounding sound echoed in my ears, reverberating against my ear drums. It has been two days of training with Gio and for all I care, I wasn't learning anything. I cracked the gun given to me and pulled the trigger when Gio tapped my shoulder from behind. He held onto my shoulder and I could feel the weight of his body on mine. "That is not how to hold a gun. How many times do I have to teach you this?" he asked. His voice was too calm. Made me think I was not being taught at all. Moreover, this child is 16 and I felt so insulted being his student. I wanted that commanding voice that would give me that rush of adrenaline down my body. I wanted Luciano's voice. "Is this what I will keep learning? Learning how to hold a gun? Come on, Gio, teach me the main stuff," I protested, staring blankly at the gun in my hands. There was this bored look on Gio's face and I could bet that he was already sick of me. "You are not ready," he answered. That
LUCIANO'S POV Some days are somehow the same. I wonder if I was having a Deja Vu. The slow rhythm coming from the sad song filled the room with a different kind of energy. You can call me a stalker, I would accept that without moving an inch. My eyes have never agreed to leave Amara and I have been watching her train with Gio. From everything I had observed, Amara isn't ready. Not even a bit. I have watched her sweat, watched her train her life out but she isn't still ready. Making Amara my Assassin wasn't what I wanted from the start. I just want her to be able to defend herself from the dangers in this world. She will cross paths with a lot of dangerous people with dark hearts. People who won't spare her for any reason. From the deepest part of my heart, I do not want her to end up like Alita. From the monitor, I watched Gio leave the training room. A thin smile appeared on my face and I tapped my ballpen on the table continuously. I got up from my
Dammmmmn. I groaned, tapping the other side of the bed. I looked at the clock by the bedside, it was 6 am. I woke up with a start, my heart racing as I realized I couldn't feel anybody by my side, Amara was no longer laying next to me. Panic set in as I threw off the covers and scrambled out of bed. Shit! Amara had never been one to rise early. Today might be an exception but for some strange reason, my mind was full of all the negative things that could have happened to her. 'Has she been kidnapped?' That was one of the first things on my mind. Although my room was highly impenetrable, my rivals would stop at nothing to bring me down, they might have used a different method or probably they lured her out. That girl seems easy to manipulate. The first thing I did on getting into a sitting position on the bed grabbed the gun that I kept under her pillow, just in case of a situation like this. After all, the only reason for the training was so s
I wasn't in the mood for any negotiation. It's either this brat talking to me over the phone, takes it or leaves it. Handling business with an iron fist is very important. These guys can play you and your money will go down the drain. Your hard earned money. "Two million dollars is all I'm offering. Are you in or not?" I gave my offer. "But, Boss…," he stuttered. "But what?! What else do you want? Two million dollars is a whole lot and I'm not going to increase it," I snapped. I felt the air shift before my eyes dropped on a paper on the floor. "Boss…Two million dollars is not enough for this. Estimated price is about fifty million dollars," he explained but my mind was already made up. My mind is like a rock. It is difficult for anything to just penetrate through it. Even if he was standing in front of me, crying his eyes out, I won't increase the money. "Are you taking this money or not? Do not waste my time," I asked again. This time, with
Dark, Chilling, and Soul-gripping. That was the aura this hall gave to me. My legs continuously tapped the floor as I waited in a hall filled with empty chairs. I was getting my mind ready. Trying to concentrate and tame my mind not to think about Amara and Gio. The thoughts of yesterday filled my soul every time I remained silent. I had to hum the lyrics of songs I do not know to distract my mind from those disturbing thoughts. After taking those drugs last night, I drank myself to be able to sleep. The nightmare I had was crazy and meaningless. Bad combo, drugs, and drinks. Not the kind of drugs you mean, I was talking about prescribed drugs from a doctor. "Damn!" I flinched from the vibration as My phone rang and it displayed Dee's name. I waited for a while before answering the call. Why was he calling me? What does he want from me this time? "You called, Dee," my voice sounded cold and emotionless. I just needed time to think
"How?" I exclaimed wide-eyed as I watched Amara walk into the training room looking better than ever. I had been watching Gio train through a hidden monitor. I really needed to know more about him and I didn't think he would tell me so spying on him was my only option. The allergies looked really deadly and I didn't think she was going to recover even in a week, but here she was. She walked to the table to pick out boxing gloves and then walked straight to the dummy with a cold death stare plastered across her face. That look reminded me of Alita so much, she was always strong-willed and determined, I didn't think she was going to die. "Maybe I put too much pressure on her," I thought to myself because she looked ready to kill someone. She started to punch the dummy with so much aggressiveness which made me laugh.Although she was putting in so much effort on her part, she still had a long way to go. Amara was a little bit better than before but she was still ve
Faint but sharp, I heard it. "Come in," I answered after the second knock on my office door. It was Raul, I had sent for him as regards matters of the black room. The club was coming back to take my special girls' orders. I had spread word on the street and final preparations were in order. I just needed to put some things in order and set up a proper money laundering scheme. For Amara, the payment was already sure....but for the rest girls, I wasn't sure of more than half of them so I spread more. "This is it, boss," he said sliding a file across the table. I took it and began to examine it. As I looked at the list of clients for the black room, something caught my eye, I noticed that a client's name and the location were not listed. I turned to Raul and asked him about it. "Why is this client's information not listed here?" I asked, almost furious. One wrong move with this plan and the club would never stand a chance at revival.