72- Kyrios (Master) - part 2
Alex
It’s only been a couple of hours since our date with Isabella and to be honest, I couldn’t fucking wait to do it again. Mentally checking over the team's new training schedule, I mentally prepare for when Tony’s new shipment arrives. Our new weapons.
Consumed by thoughts of Isabella now coursing through my mind, I decide to quickly check up on her to see how she’s doing. Opening the door to her room, I notice she’s still sound asleep all while lying on the edge of her bed. A pile of crumpled up sheets now off to the side of her bed making me wonder what happened.
Shoving those thoughts away for now, I move to slowly approach the bed, my fingers moving to caress the soft skin of her face which causes her to sigh. As if sensing that I was there with her, which causes me to smile. A part of me knowing that I could sit there all day and just watch her, heck we probably all could and would never get tired of it. Spotting a loose strand of her hair, I moved to tuck it behind her ear.
My lips now moving to kiss her on the cheek as I move to whisper something softly against her ear.
“I’m so proud of you Bambina (Baby). So fucking proud of you. We all are.”
Taking a hand, I move to pull the blanket back up over her before moving to tuck her in. My eyes still admiring her features even as she slept. Another smile rising as I did.
Moving to stand, I move to take one final look her way before moving to leave the room. Shutting the door softly behind me, I move to turn my focus over to Garth and Hunter, Isabella’s two main guards. Letting them know that under no such circumstances was Isabella allowed to leave the room without permission.
Nodding their heads, they both move to do as they are told while I on the other hand move to walk down another two sets of doors before coming to my own room. Sighing, I move to enter the room, my eyes taking in how empty and cold the room had felt. As I was not someone who decorated nor was I someone who enjoyed pictures or miniature nicknacks. It was just plain but mine. And that’s all that mattered.
Ignoring the random things that made up my room, I move to head for my closet. My mind set on changing my clothes. My hand reaching for a pair of black work pants, black dress shoes and a black dress shirt in which I leave the top few buttons undone before reaching for my lucky pocket knife as well as my gun before tucking both away into my pants.
Satisfied with my overall appearance, I move to leave the room in hopes of finding Lucus.
Knowing Lucus was probably within his main office like always, I move to check there first. Remembering that we still had a second mole within our mists that needed to be taken care of as I move to emit a low growl from deep within my chest. Annoyed.
Our men BETTER have found something, I growl. The need to get my hands dirty now rising. Having thought we fixed our mole problem by eliminating Lucifer and mounting his head on the traitor's pike, only to learn that there was a second one within our mists which resulted in bigger problems as the moles kept showing up just like roaches.
Eliminate one and two more take its place.
Groaning, I move to approach Lucus’s office. Opening the door, I’m instantly met by Lucus who was clearly on the phone and judging from his stance within the room he was pissed. The way he was pacing and the look on his face clearly said he was livid about something. His voice loud as he spoke.
“GET THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS AND THEIR FAMILIES NOW! I DON’T CARE HOW YOU DO IT BUT I WANT IT DONE ASAP YOU HEAR ME!”
Slamming the phone back down, I don’t dare speak up, but I do manage to allow a big fucking smile to show slowly up upon my fucking face. My insides practically dancing in utter happiness as it meant I got to play.
“Does that mean we solved one of our problems then?”
Arching an eye over in my direction does Lucus move to sit back down with a sigh. Exhaustion now hitting him even as he speaks. “Fucking Stefano, along with a few of our own, decided to switch teams. Decided that Luigi was a better choice.”
Grunting to show that I was listening, I move to sit myself down in front of his large mahogany desk. My voice firm as I move to say my own two cents.
“Relax. Tony and I can handle them. I’ll just call Victor and have him fill me in on the details as I do” I say with a matter-of- fact-type voice, my hands fiddling with my pocket knife as I shrugged. Unphased by this new twist of events playing before us.
Pausing, Lucus moves to choose his next set of words carefully, a smirk playing at his lips as he does.
“How’s Isabella?”
“Asleep. But I’m sure you knew that” I say to him, knowing that we all kept tabs on her through the hidden cameras within her room as his smirk was a dead giveaway.
“Hmmm”
Sitting in comfortable silence, neither one of us move to speak next, that is until Lucus moves to return back to his desk. His desk currently littered with papers while I move to head for the door of the office. An itch to handle things my way.
“Alex?”
Halting by Lucus’s voice, I move to glance over my shoulder, my hand hovering just above the door handle, waiting to see what he would say next.
“Yeah?”
“No Mercy”
Grinning like a loon, I move to finally head out. Lucus’s words like a blessing in disguise as I go about thinking of all the fun ways that I was going to have with spilling someone’s blood tonight. My legs carrying me in the direction of the garage and to where my shiny black Lamborghini sat waiting for me, thoughts of speeding through the dark abyss rising as I raced towards the labyrinth.
Dark thoughts consuming me as I did, my only consolation being that Isabella was back home and safe with the others as I went to handle my job.
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