A Dangerous Woman

Chapter 10

Aidan Romano

Luca, Mario and Andrea stood beside me as we intently watched, through the one-way-mirror, the room that thus mysterious assassin currently resided in. She was tied to a chair that was nailed to the floor in the middle of the room, and she was unconscious.

Luca had saved me. A statement that was shameful but I had been heavily drinking and this femme fatal, who had obvious training and experience upon her side, would have easily taken my life if it wasn't for Luca intervening.

I felt no shame in being attracted to her, even with the injuries she had sustained. The psychotic, blood drenched look really worked in accentuating her beauty. Her blonde hair remained curled and concealed her face as her head drooped down. While her face was hidden from view, the image of her smirk was burnt into my brain. Her full lips, that spat poison and her blue enchanting eyes that held a darkness I wished to uncover. Her charms were unmissable.

Luca had hit her head hard, in a rushed panic to save me, but consequently, the girl had been unconscious for hours. The time in which we had been waiting for her to awaken, allowed time to run her face through the data base our Mafia has to power to use, but unfortunately, for the first time ever, the data base was a dead end. There was no trace of her. Her face didn't match to any identity meaning she technically did not exist, adding to the mystery and thrill.

Her lack of identity and skill in fighting, permitted the conclusion that she was part of a gang, but that was only a theory and we had many of them.

The main part of the mystery building in front of me that excited me, was that I recognised her, she seemed to be from a distant recollection but the distance rendered me unable to place her.

The girl began to stir and I sent Mario into the room to check she was still alive and capable of answering my questions. I impatiently tapped my foot against the ground waiting for an answer, when his musky Italian voice rang out, saying she was awake.

We all left the room we were in, to join him.

In person and up close, her face was even more enchanting. A true Femme Fatal.

She was tauntingly smiling at me and although it should have angered me it didn't, a part of me found amusement in it.

Luca was quick to stop my train of thoughts by speaking to me. He was questioning my reason for being here in Italian and I realised I didn't have an answer to his question. I was simply interested in this girl and I wanted to experience her first hand without having to worry about the threat of her killing me.

While Luca spoke again, I was able to notice the way her body tensed as Luca uttered the word 'failed' in Italian. This enabled me to figure out the possibility that she spoke Italian alongside English. She immediately caught onto her mistake of flinching and recovered quickly, but I had already noticed. It would be unsurprising, if she knew other languages, especially with the skill and intelligence she fought with.

Her flinching at the word 'failed', also implied it didn't happen often and with her methods, it wasn't surprising. My only intruding thought became focused on what could have thrown her and what it was about this situation that caused her failure.

A few meaningless minutes went by as I delved into my thoughts and theories, when Andrea decided to make a joke. His attempt at a joke was to remind me of my failure to incapacitate the girl and having to be saved by Luca.

If this joke had been made by anyone but him, I would not have given a second thought to killing them but instead, I smiled. The smile was only briefly, but I think the girl caught onto my short-lived amusement anyway as a curious look fell upon her face.

I walked closer to her, to take her gag out. I needed her to answer my questions but as soon as the gag was out, she spat at me.

An action that I've always hated because it was disgusting and a complete sign of disrespect.

I decided to ignore it though and use my words to annoy her. I knew my subjectively sexist comment would annoy her.

Her slight annoyance played on her face before she quickly covered it up, but again it was not quick enough, for me not to notice.

Luca passed me a knife and I could hear the small sound of her grinding her teeth, she was daring me and I loved it. I cut down her arm, slowly and ensuring there was a lot of pain, yet there was no reaction. What a woman.

While she was attractive and a part of me wished to keep her unharmed, she was still extremely annoying and did try to kill me. So, I had to do my job.

Luca spoke up about her lack of reaction and while I knew she'd be difficult to make talk, I believed in my ability to do it.

I slammed the knife straight through her hand, I could tell Luca was already disgusted.

But once again she gave no reaction, this did slightly annoy me but at the same time I thought about how fun attempting to make her scream was going to be.

I decided to ditch the knife for now and just use fists. Childishly returning the favour of the job she did to my face a few hours earlier.

Once I started punching her, I became frenzied with frustration and kept swinging, to the point where Luca stepped in to stop me for a second.

Her perfect face was now beginning to swell but I felt no mercy. She had come into my home and tried to kill me.

I slammed the knife through the fleshy bit of her thigh, avoiding main arteries and veins, her remained emotionless.

I alternated between my fists and my knifes for hours, but she still didn't crack.

I stopped, violence clearly was not going to get her to talk and so I would have to rethink my approach.

I gave her a break as I decided to wash my hands of her blood. Luca suggested we kill her now and save us the time but he knew we had to get the information out of her. I decided to play along with the 'maybe we should kill her charade', in a desperate attempt to see if that got a reaction out of her.

Surprisingly, it ignited a reaction, but it was not the one I wanted. She spoke up in Russian, her voice croaking from dehydration. I now knew she definitely spoke multiple languages.

Her words taunted me, but I was too busy being impressed to be annoyed.

The way she had suddenly impressed me greatly angered me; she was playing me. I stormed towards her and my emotionless persona cracked. I truthfully admitted that I was enchanted by her but ended my sentence by calling her ugly, a childish move.

I knew it was a lie, Luca knew it was a lie and this girl knew it was a lie but I said it anyway.

It gathered a response out of her nonetheless, but I knew that the response was not out of annoyance. I'd spent hours beating her, and there was no way calling her 'ugly' was what broke her.

Luca admitting his love for her from her sarcastic reply to me, and while it was meant as a joke. From Luca's face, you could tell he was in as much admiration as I was, of her beauty and her tongue.

I felt a twinge of jealously. Instantly, I hit him, it was in a friendly way but the strength was enough for him to get the message to shut his mouth.

I decided upon my next tactic to get the answers I desired.

I questioned whether she would rather end up being in a whorehouse than dying or if she would rather be my personal w***e. The scrutiny caused her face to scrunch up in disgust but I didn't get an answer.

My hand rested under her chin, enabling me to lift her face up to mine and as I stared into the blue anger-filed pools of her eyes, I felt myself getting lost. A cliché fairy-tale feeling that up till now I assumed was bullshit. However, as though answering my prayers of the removal of this feeling, I was rudely awoken by her head smashing into my nose.