Bloody Valentine

2. Meeting the man

Bloody Valentine's POV

I pace in my living room which is still in the same manner that I found when I got back home, which was five hours ago. I am trying to think of every possible person who could do this. I have come up with a few names but they don't have the resources to kidnap Anthony. Anthony is a trained assassin and can kill a group of people without sweating so, whoever this person is, should be stronger and more equipped than him. 

The only clue that I have is, the person is Italian. I have never killed for any Italian man so, this person is a stranger to me. All my life I have faces betrayal. I was born in America but once my parents died, I was shipped off to Russia, to that f*****g orphanage where children were trained to kill. Sometimes, I wish my parents were alive but then again, that wouldn't have mattered as much. My parents cared more about gambling than their own daughters. We were lucky to have a meal a day but sometimes, that idea, too seemed far-fetched. 

I stop my thoughts right there, not wanting to relive my childhood which wasn't what you would expect it to be. As I was about to call some of my trusted people to ask them, my phone pings and my whole body consumes in fire. A picture of Anthony, tied to a chair with iron restraints cutting into his skin and his mouth covered with duct tape. He seems unconscious and I hope, for their sake, that he is alive or else, I will bring worse than hell itself on them. 

"See you tonight, tesoro . Don't be late",  the message pops up next and I almost throw my phone on the wall. I can't believe that asshole. He knows, I would track him down and hence he used a private f*****g number, which is of no use to me. It would take too much time and I still wouldn't have a definite location let alone a name. Whoever this person is, he is extremely intelligent and stupid at the same time because he crossed me. Now, I will show him, why everyone fears Bloody Valentine.

To distract myself, I start cleaning up everything which takes about five hours of my time and after that I try to sleep but as usual I am woken up by the haunting nightmares that don't seem to leave me alone. I still have an hour before I need to get going to meet that asshole. 

I quickly get into shower and clean myself, trying my hardest to not break everything in my sight from all the anger surging through my veins. I wear my signature black outfit, which consists of a high waist jeans and a black full sleeve top, with a choker on my neck and my knee high leather boots. I carry all my weapons along with my dagger and tonight I even carry a gun. I don't know what to expect and I like to ready for every damn thing. 

I wear my jacket to keep me from feeling the cold weather and leave but not before securing the locks in place and turning on the security, which didn't stop that bastard from entering my house. I will teach him a lesson and I swear, once I am done with him, he will be wishing he was never born. 

I make my way towards the park, with my head held high and my eyes scanning the area. If he's planning something, I should be ready for it. I reach the spot and look at my watch and there's still two minutes to go. There's nobody here as its quite late now.

Just as I was about to sit on the bench, I hear someone approaching me from behind. I strain my ears and hear three pairs of footsteps coming my way. Without reacting, I stand still and calm as if I didn't hear them. When they were close enough, I turn abruptly, taking them all by surprise. The three men are buff and muscled compared to me but I am agile and quick on my feet so I dodge their hands easily and slip through. I pull my knives out and hold my stance, judging their next move and as expected, the three of them come at me at the same time. I fight them off and one of them gets injured in the arm, courtesy of my knife. I smirk at them and I we continue the back and forth, until I feel a dart pierce through my skin, making me hiss.

"She's good", is the last thing I hear before my eyes close.

I feel my surroundings move and that jolts me up from my knocked out state and I feel a cloth on my eyes, preventing me from seeing anything.

"Where the hell are you taking me?", I ask the people around me. Even though I can't see, I can feel their stares on me. As I already predicted, they didn't reply but I still could feel their eyes.

"If you want your eyes where they are, you better stop staring at me", I warn them and I hear laughter.

"Piccolo, you think you can gauge our eyes out? You are the vulnerable one right now sweetheart", I hear someone say from the front seat and I growl, trying to free my hands.

"No use, girl. You won't be able to escape us", a voice from beside me says and my skin crawls at the nearness of his breath to my left side of the face.

"Get away from her, Jamal. He won't be happy if he knew about this", the same voice from before warns the Jamal and he backs off, making me take a breather.

"What do you assholes want from me and Anthony?"

"Piccolo, that is what you will find out once you meet him", the voice replies.

"Who the f**k is 'he' that you keep referring too?"

"Patience piccolo, you will get all your answers. Why don't you sleep till we reach yeah", with that I feel a prick again and I fall back in my seat, unconscious.

"What did you give her?! She should be awake by now", a fierce voice is heard and he seems angry, scratch that, he seems furious.

"Just the regular, boss", Jamal replies.

"Then why isn't she up yet?!"

"We'll wake her up, boss", the voice for before says and right after I feel a bucket of cold water poured over me, jerking me awake. The cloth is still tied to my eyes and I try to loosen my tied hands, but a steel handcuff is restricting my movement.

"Ah, the principessa, is awake", the strong voice from before muses and I grind my teeth in distaste. Even though I can't understand Italian, I know he called me princess and I hate that word.

"Don't f*****g call me that", I growl.

"Then what should I call you, principessa?"

"Bloody Valentine", I mutter and laughter is heard.

"I know who you are. Untie the blindfold", he orders and suddenly the bright light hits my eyes but rather than closing them and showing weakness, I look straight at the man standing in front of me and I stop myself from gasping.

This man is what you call, perfection. He's perfect in every way and if he wasn't responsible for kidnapping me, I would jump his bones right here and now. Everything about him screams dominance and power, telling me that he's the boss they all were talking about in the car.

"Done checking me out, tesoro?", he asks in his sexy Italian accent and I mentally drool over him but not one emotion is seen on my face.

"I have seen better. Now why the hell am I here? Where's Anthony?", I ask him, looking dead in his eyes. He snorts before squaring down and looking me on the eyes.

"Sure you have and to answer your question principessa, he is alive and in another room".

"You didn't answer my first question".

"I am getting to that", he says and gestures his men. They hand him a file and he opens it and then looks at me.

"I know every damn thing about you except your real name. You grew up in the orphanage in Russia with Anthony and your sister Adena and she was murdered when you were eighteen years old, right in front of your eyes. You and Anthony fled soon after and swore to kill each and everyone of them and so far you have killed five of them but the last one is yet to be found by you. You take killing contracts for people. You are one of the best assassins and one of the most feared ones at that. You go by the name, Bloody Valentine".

"Thanks for enlightening me", I give him a sarcastic smile before it turns into a sneer.

"That still doesn't answer my question, asshole. Why the f**k am I here?"

"Watch your mouth when you talk to me principessa. You don't want my demon to surface", he grips my jaw tightly before letting it go with so much force that my head turns towards the left. I focus on him again and he looks at me with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I want you to work for me from now on. No taking contracts from anyone, just following my orders and going on the missions that I tell you to", he tell me and I laugh loudly. I laugh until my stomach hurts.

"And you think, I will listen to you? I don't take orders from people, I give them. And I don't work too anyone I never will, at least not for an asshole like you", I spit on the ground and his eyes turn a darker shade of green.

"Watch your f*****g mouth before I decide to kill you", he yells on my face but I don't even flinch.

"That tone doesn't work on me. You need to try harder than that baby", I mock him and his face contorts in anger before he takes deep breathes.

"You don't wanna know what I am offering you in return?"

"I am sure that won't be good enough to make me work for you".

"I will help you find the last man who killed your sister", he says.

"And why should I believe you?", I sneer at him, not believing a word.

"Because, I am the only man who could help you in taking your revenge and if you disagree, you and your little pet are not getting out alive", he says and I look at him with the most menacing glare.

"Leave Anthony out of this".

"Why would I? He's my leverage over you and I am sure he will agree to work with me once I tell him what I am offering. After all, he was in love with her, no?", he asks and I thrash in the chair, trying to get the cuffs to loosen so I can kill the man.

"Who the hell are you and why do you want me to work for you?"

"You are one of the best female assassins I have ever come across though you will still need some training and to run my empire, I need people like you".

"You can train your own then. Why do you want me?"

"Because, you will be my deadliest weapon ever. You are a woman and an assassin and that's what I need in my crew. I have been watching you since your very first kill and your skills, though need tuning, are really good for someone who grew up in a f*****g orphanage".

"You don't know the first thing about me and why the hell would I ever trust any of you?"

"Well, principessa, you got no other choice. Either work for me and show me your loyalty or die right this second. It's your choice".

"How can I trust you to hand the last man over to me?"

"I told you, you got no other choice. Show me your loyalty and skills, and I will do everything in my power to hand him over to you, alive", he says it with a determined look in his eyes.

"Who the f**k are you anyway?", his next words have me gawking at him with wide eyes.

"I am Mariano Russo, king of the Italian Mafia".