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
Isabelle’s mom’s POV:I was making dinner in the kitchen when I heard footsteps behind me. I took a small breath and tried to behave as if I didn’t notice and continued cooking the food in front of me.“Smells nice,” His compliment sounded across the room like a hollow command, leaving me speechless and nervous. Even when he acted nicely, it was too obvious that it was all it was—an act. Oh, I needed to reply.“Thank you,” I whispered, barely audible as I turned the induction off.“You’ve improved a lot over the years, haven’t you?” He said as he came to my side, looking into the big utensil which had the soup I was cooking.
Achilles’ Point of View:“So what are you suggesting?” I asked with a smirk painted on my face. She didn’t waste another minute and pulled me closer by my shirt, joining our lips in a passionate kiss.I tried to resist but as her taste dissolved in my mouth, I ached for more and kissed her back. Her lips were as soft as the last time I felt them, the feeling of ecstasy making me almost high. It had been so long since I felt her lips against mine, something I had known to be impossible happening ever again.As I continued kissing her passionately, I felt my senses kicking in. I couldn’t do this, not after everything that had happened. It took everything in me to stop and pull back. She looked at me as we separated, holding my gaze for a few seconds. Her eyes were as pretty as they had al
Achilles’ Point of View:“Really?” She said with her gaze challenging me. “Even if it means I’ll forgive you for cheating on me?”My eyes snapped at her at her words, suddenly feeling overwhelming emotions running through my veins. It wasn’t as if I had forgotten about it or didn’t wanna remember it, but her blatantly mentioning it wasn’t the best thing I expected.“What? It’s a thing we don’t talk about?” She said, perceiving my silence as a way to ignore the subject at hand. She shook her head, as if disappointed with my reaction.I exhaled. “Look, Isabelle. You’re drunk and I don’t—”