Dante POV
Staring at her door with burning eyes, I bite my lips. Not even the lighter intends follow my order.
She's different and brave unlike the naive girl I hear she is.
She's been unconscious for a week, mumbling in her dreams as I become a watchman over her.
Her hands didn't let go of my shirt, having to cuddle her gave me quite the chill as it's the first time I've watched over someone.
And my reward is having my head served to her. I smirk turning around to catwalking gracefully back, why did I follow her?
Pathetic.
All I did was instruct him to check up on her not fill her head with lies about me. I'm not nice, I'm not a gentleman, I'm a killer.
I strain my shoulder having to recall when she bite me in her sleep. It's like she's here to attack me, not me capturing her and wanting to break her.
She's intriguing.
I take one glance at her door and find her peeping but she closes it again. She notices I'm staring.
My face turns pale as I take my leave while I take off the mask.
Stepping outside the villa, a car pulls over to pick me up. My eyes glances at my wristwatch.
I'm late, because of her, having to wait just to see her.
I get inside car and he exchanges pleasantries with me but I only take the hat on the plush seat beside me and wear.
"Get as fast as you can there" I order as he stare at the rear mirror, keeping a straight look and just a nod.
He hands over an iPad, just for me to go through the list.
"What do we do with the guy in the basement?"
Her lines about the suppose Dante rings in my head.
Ordinarily, I would have just blow off his head but then she believes I'd watch her burn the world.
Rather than concentrating on work, it's her taunting voice that now rings in my head.
It's been a while I played a game and I'd see how this ends.
"He's her toy now, she can do whatever she wants with him"
He glance at me again as he makes a quick swivel. I see a smile in his eyes.
There's silence, between us until the car tires screeches and there's a halt.
I fold my sleeve to my elbows length as I stare at the large building before me. A soft sigh escape me as I step out of the car.
I run my palm over my face before connecting it to my jaw, a habit I won't get rid of easily.
Fred now stands beside me, tossing me a gun which I tug inside my pant.
"10 minutes before they evacuate" he whispers as I raise an arc at him.
We move like a shadow through the dimly lit warehouse senses heightened as I closed in on the sounds of rough laughter and chains clinking.
Even the air smells of sweat and cruelty.
Well, I don't like hiding and so I crawl out with spread arms.
"Hello name mate" i announce and the hefty men turns to look at me.
They pave way for me to glare at the man sitting behind the desk with drugs pile up.
"Fuck Dante what do you want?" The ugly Dante laments beneath his voice.
"To have fun" I whisper and without hesitation, I pull out my dual swords and struck the first nearest thug.
"You're a fucking psychopath" he roar punching his fist on his desk. He knows why I'm here.
I adjust my collar and in a deep tone, I reply;
"Thanks ugly"
A burly man rushes at me and a swift slash silenced him and I glide on to the next.
Soon, his men reacts with shouts, as they grab guns, scrambling to defend their boss.
"I gave you everything I own! Why are you fucking taunting me!" He panics sending in more men to attack me.
But with a whirlwind of steel and skills, I dodge wild shots while striking with my knives slicing through the air, taking them one by one.
"You should never have bargained with the devil, where's the package ugly?"
"I swear I don't know!"
The ugly Dante carries a chainsaw that lay on his desk, charged at me with a roar.
However, I parried the chainsaw and send him crashing.
The remaining men seem flustered backing away from me as I close in on them.
"Where's the package?" I retort as he pleads choking on his blood.
"Please...I don't..."
I didn't let him finish before burying my sword in his chest and then attend to the thugs who awaits my execution.
In minutes, the fight ends. Bodies lay on the dirty floor, and the warehouse grows quiet.
I turn to Fred who gulps, his body covered in blood or sweat, but not me.
I step on the ugly Dante, grab his whiskey as a souvenir, pour some on him, said a prayer, drink the whiskey and throw the bottle at Fred who grabs it.
"Send his corpse to his family"
"Did you find the files?" I further and he brings out a chip from his breast pocket which he toss to me.
"Did you create this drama just for that?" He ask as though recently knowing who I am.
His eyes judge me as I tug the flashdrive and then draws in my breath.
I just murdered my ugly cousin for her_no for the package.
"Her ex name is on it right?"
He becomes speechless as though mouthing something to himself. There's uncertainty written on his face as though frighten of something.
We've come a long way and if there's anyone to trust, it's Fred.
He has seen far worse about me but he's cringing out like he's guilty of something.
"Yeah and I think I should go check the package" he said in between his teeth trying to use the door even before I give a response.
I take out my phone, suddenly wanting to watch what's going on in my villa.
Then I see her, turning my kitchen to a mess! Fuck! She's dirty.
With flour plaster all over her, she strides to my room! I jump off the desk, gnashing my teeth.
Now she's in my room, rolling on my bed and wearing my suits.
I don't share and those things are expensive, where is she packing them to?
She points her two middle fingers to my portrait and writes;
"Rest in peace masked man"