Queen

Chapter 24: Queen

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*Isabella Marciano*

''From now on, you'll be working for me.''

Damien stared at me, his slightly wrinkled face twitching, he was holding himself from laughing. Amusement dancing in his light blue eyes.

He cleared his throat, leaning back against his chair, seizing me up. ''You must have the wrong person, young lady. Azure, take your friend out of my office.''

Azure reached to grab me but I raised my hand to stop him, ''my name is Isabella Denise Marciano. The rightful heir to the Sicilian mafia which you're working for right now.''

Even after I died, my name remained like a bedtime story for naughty kids. John and I spread rumors about me being alive to mess with Santi's mind. He knew that there was only one who could take the throne away from him and that's me.

''Can you prove it?'' Damien cocked his head to the side, his dark as the night hair swept back neatly.

I smirked, ''no. But I have something you'd want in return if you pledge your loyalty to me.''

The man scoffed, ''you, young lady, are a con. The only Marciano alive is Crisanti Rissi and I happen to be good friends with him to know everything about Isabella.''

''What? That I breath fire that could burn a village. My eyes are blazing red that could melt even the strongest metal in the world. Be reasonable,'' I took the seat Azure once occupied, made myself comfortable as I continued. ''The right questions you should ask Damien is 'what can I do for you, my Queen?'''

Damien laughed loudly, Azure was awfully silent as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. I waited and watched Damien take everything in. He was a greedy man, he'll side with anyone who'll give him the most profit, but I have something much more precious than his money.

''I'll humor you crazy little girl. What can I do for you, my Queen.''

''Funny how you asked, I want you to ask Crisanti how he killed your lovely wife Agnetha.'' I smirked, watching his face turned from mocking to dreadful, ''oh right. You didn't know. I happen to hold that little precious evidence about Agnetha's murder.''

He launched forward to grab my neck, Azure moved to pull him back but I drew my knife faster than them. It was pressed against his neck, little drops of blood gushing out of his skin.

''I wouldn't do that if I were you, or you'll never get a hand at that precious evidence you wanted all this time.'' I smile tauntingly.

''Sir,'' Azure murmured, ''hear her out.''

''Go on, do what he says and you'll live to work for me.''

Damien's blue eye was spitting fire, he took a deep breath before clenching and unclenching his fist. ''You were just like Daniel. The Devil definitely wears the face of an angel.''

I sat back, crossing my leg over the other as I twirled my knife playfully in my hands. Azure was now standing behind Damien. He stood like a bloodhound ready to attack me if I made a move. The whimsical boy who used to infuriate me was long gone. It still puzzles me who Azure is but he's the least of my concerns.

''What do you want?'' Damien spoke after sipping his glass of Sunset Rum.

I rolled my eyes, itching to remove this mask from covering my face. It's beautiful yet suffocating my skin pores. ''What I hate most about people are those acting stupid. I told you what you need to do, am I making myself clear?''

I knew old Zafeiriou wanted to say more but he shut his mouth when Azure placed his hands over his shoulders. My brows arched, what could possibly be their relationship for Damien to listen to Azure?

Before anyone could speak, Damien's office door opened, revealing a confused Konstantine. ''What's going on?'' he asked calmly, taking a stand beside me.

Huh. I never expected him to stand on my side, literally and hypothetically.

''She's claiming to be Isabella Marciano, the Princess of The Italian Mafia who died eight years ago'' Damien narrated, never taking his eyes off of me.

''Red?'' Kon's voice was surprisingly calm. Guess the cat's out of the bag. The tension inside this huge office was so thick you could slice it with my knife.

''You know her?'' Azure asked with a guarded tone. He stared at me as I kept my cool - barely.

''That's not what I'm here for,'' standing up, I fought the urge to look at Konstantine. I tucked the knife in my purse and took out a black card with only a number in it. ''Call me before I change my mind. There are many people out there who'd kill for an opportunity like what I'm giving you.'' I walked out of the room as fast as I could, hoping to leave Kon and Azure behind.

The tension between those two was crystal clear, whatever it is, I don't want to get involved with them anymore. It was a wrong move for me to get intimately close to Konstantine and now Azure was like a nuisance mosquito I can't swat away.

''Red!'' Konstantine called my name but I was already on the last step of stairs. I walked through the dance floor, making a beeline towards John and I's meet up point where the getaway vehicle was placed.

I reached the kitchen and pushed open the back door but Kon grabbed my wrist before I could take another step.

He pinned me on the wall beside the door, his silver-grey eyes blazing with fury.

''Afíste mas'' he commanded in a cold voice, never breaking eye contact with me. The kitchen staff scurried out in every possible door. (Leave us)

Konstantine's face was inches away from mine, his alcohol induced minty breath smelled heaven. My breath was hitching, must be from the run I made. He can't have this effect on me.

''Isabella,'' he traced my cheeks with the tip of his fingers, each elegant finger of his left jolt of electricity flowing through my veins. ''A name so tamed, it suits you, agápi mou.'' (my love)

I tried to knee him in the balls but he was quick to part my legs with his knee, sending a pool of hot zap on my core. ''Don't call me that name.'' I cursed myself for that small voice that came out. Clearing my throat, I repeated with much more conviction, ''don't call me your love. I'm not yours.''

The thought of him coming here with that bitch in Morgana's costume still annoyed me. I'm annoyed at myself for feeling annoyed. Ugh, why is everything so complicated with this man.

''But you are. You're mine, mine alone, Isabella…'' his eyes dancing with deviltry. ''Say it, agápi mou.''

I shake my head in disapproval. ''I'm not yours. I'm not the kind of girl you'll level with someone as cheap as your girlfriend because I'm born to be a queen.''