Diva

Katya

"Take them to the guest house, I will enjoy having a little chat with them."

Lips coated in matte red lipstick,

Finger nails in a similar shade of ornamental red,

No visible mark on her body to make her distinguishable...

Except the roughness of her nails which not even her nail polish could conceal.

My eyes narrowed, focusing on them for a moment as I recognized her hands for what they represented,

The hands of a pro gun handler,

She was a professional assassin.

And I knew the meaning of those words, more than anyone else.

Fuck.

This wasn't looking good at all.

My eyes darted towards Ferrara, meeting that gaze which was usually filled with sexy arrogance.

He didn't look in control now,

In fact, his expression made me feel worse, knowing how much we were screwed.

"Take their guns."

The woman instructed the masked men, and dug into the pocket of her leather pant, fishing out a chewing gum.

Then she turned her attention to me, cocking her head to the side as she held it out towar