Achilles’ Point of View:“So? Should we start the paperwork?” His voice rang in my ears as I looked over the file and then at him again.My mind wandered off to all the options I had at the moment. On one hand, I had to accept entering this new world of illegal people in exchange of my entire life being handed back to me on a silver platter or I could continue being the homeless son who betrayed everyone he ever came across.Sure, I was exaggerating each of the choices, but that was because I had already made one.“Sure,” I replied with a smile, taking a moment but not too much, “After all, Roman Industries deserves an heir.”He smiled back notoriously before pulling out several documents and continuing the process. The next few minutes witnessed me signing on multiple pages, and then he asked me to follow him to a certain location which was probably the base. I wondered why he was in such a hurry.When we reached the location far off from his place, I was shocked to find that the “man
Isabelle’s Point of View:“Three cappuccinos to the sixth seat, Bell. Keep up!” Heather said to me in a rush as she went over to the second seat in the shop with their order.I hurried and poured the coffee in the cup before serving and pouring another as soon as I came back. The Brew Haven was busy at this time of the day and I wasn’t used to working that fast or that much—but I had to try if I wanted to keep this job since I already got fired from my last workplace for being ‘lethargic’.After a couple of hours the crowd died down and Heather decided to go back, leaving me in charge of closing up later. We usually took rounds taking night shifts and obviously, today when I was so tired, it had to be mine.I let out a sigh as I sat behind the counter with only a couple in the shop whose order was already served. I took out my phone and mindlessly scrolled, as I finally got time to think about the past three months.A lot changed in these months—it had been exactly ninety days since I
Isabelle’s Point of View:“Achilles?” My voice came out confused, yet somehow hopeful.In reply I heard a sigh before the same voice came out again. “Why don’t you all go back to the base and wait for me?”“Yes, boss.” The two other men replied before I felt them receding to the other end of the alley.After I stood up slowly as they left, I could see the dead victim on the ground at a distance and the man, who had to be Achilles, standing a little distant from me. We stayed quiet as I wasn’t sure if it was really him, and I didn’t know if I wanted it to be.He finally spoke when we were alone.“Isabelle.” He said with a cold voice, almost lacking any emotions although confirming my doubts. “Why do you keep getting involved with sick things?”“Why do you keep doing sick things?” I whispered back as an instinct. “Achilles, what’s going on?” I was both worried and shocked. Is this what he had been upto since he left?He came closer and I could finally see his face in the dim light. He h
Achilles’ Point of View:I reached the base after the talk with Isabelle. I didn’t think much of it, but I don’t know if the feelings of regret were more than the ignorance at the moment or not. I have practiced not feeling any mercy or emotions for anyone I had killed in my last three months but seeing her was a little different.As I entered the main room, one of my men walked up to me. He was second in the command, the Underboss and was the closest.“Boss, Mr. Roman is waiting for you in your room. He asked to inform you when you arrive.”I nodded. “Thank you.”He went back to where everyone was resting before another practice session. They had to practise multiple times a day, most of the time involving me. I had gotten a lot stronger than I was three months ago.I walked to my room and sure enough dad was sitting on one of the recliner chairs, waiting.“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked as I poured a glass of wine. I didn’t usually drink at all, it wasn’t good for the prac
Isabella’s Point of View:The next morning was hard. I was feeling overwhelmed as I had cried myself to sleep the night before, but I couldn’t miss work. I was already fired from my last job, and I needed money for my future. My present was already falling apart and I had no one to support me anymore.As I managed to drag my ass to The Brew Haven, I started serving the customers and I noticed someone I didn’t imagine would be here was sitting on one of the tables. His eyes didn’t meet mine, but I could feel heat rushing to my cheeks—for reasons I couldn’t recognise.“Heather, can you take table 4?” I whispered to her as I looked down with my heart racing against my chest. I really didn’t want this drama right now, not in the morning.“Sure!” She said before walking over to his table and I continued pouring a latte for table 2.She came back after a minute, her lips curled up with a side smirk.. “Oh, I think he really wants you to serve him. I’ll take table 3, thanks,” She gave me a wi
Isabelle’s Point of View:“I’m asking you to marry me.” He completed his sentence and I looked at him wide eyed. Was he out of his senses? Was he drunk? Intoxicated? No, he couldn’t be in his right senses and ask me that question.I didn’t reply for at least a couple of minutes as I stole my gaze away. Honestly, I just didn’t know what to say because it wasn’t the time to joke but he couldn’t possibly be serious.I looked back at him to see if he was joking, and he raised his eyebrow slightly—waiting for a response.“You can't seriously be asking that.” I couldn’t mutter another response than that.He exhaled. “There is no other option.”“I don’t understand,” I replied, my heart rate elevated as it started sinking in. “Y
Isabelle’s Point of View:His composure tightened at my question. I couldn’t help but wonder what could be so bad about the requirements, at least in comparison to all the other things he had told me.I raised my eyebrows and he finally spoke up.“Uh, Isabelle, you…” He exhaled. “We both have to get each other's name tattooed.”“That’s it?” I asked, surprise filling my voice and let out a small chuckle. God, he really knew how to make a simple request terrifying. “You made it—”“Well, it’s not a normal tattoo,” He interrupted me with an irritated tone. He
Achilles’ Point of View:As the night drew closer, I had an unsettling feeling waver over me. I met with dad earlier in the evening and told him that she had agreed to marry me, so she was officially a part of the mafia in the future and was off limits. That might have saved her from him, but that also invited her to more dangers.What bugged me was the fact that she was so unaware of the way things worked around here, and I couldn’t be caring enough to tell her. Surely her presence had ignited some feelings that I had hoped to leave far behind me, but it wasn’t enough to bring me back. I had a lot to focus on, and she wasn’t any part of it.On the other hand, she was far from being prepared to be my wife in the first place. I’ve heard people can do anything for love, but w