She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow.
He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean.
When one meets the other, galaxies c...
ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ 6 ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ: ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵘⁱˡⁱⁿᵍ 300 ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉᵒ ʳᵒˢˢⁱ... . . . The whiskey tasted stronger than normal today.
Matteo sighed as it burned his throat, the feeling making his body come alive.
Setting the glass on the paper towel, he glanced around his apartment.
He had to clean again, it had been two days since he lasted vacuumed. And he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up at the thought.
Matteo liked his apartment perfectly. He would enjoy everything to be perfect, but the world doesn't work like that.
He had finally gotten to the point, at age 28, that he could be in a messy room without wanting to crawl out of his skin to clean it.
Although he hadn't gotten better at cleaninghis home four times aweek. But it was HIS home, so who was to judge.
He shuffled the books on his coffee table for the third time since arriving home. Today was a mess. He had woken up late, the traffic was horrible. Someone messed up the coffee maker.
And the devil's knights.
That was what truly made him itch today. He wasn't able to be in control of the situation. It annoyed him to the very end.
He wasn't in control of a lot of things for the Seven Blades. Seeing as he was the third-born. Enzo and Antonio had more stress than he did. And he was thankful for it.
But his family did help him adapt to his disorder. They helped him keep calm, and they listened to his two-hour rants for no reason at all. And he was thankful for them.
A soft meow was heard from behind him.
Matteo sighed, "I'm sorry Cupola." He turned and smiled at his black cat.
Cupola licked his paw with disinterest. Matteo smiled as he knew what the feline wanted.
He wanted to the kitchen and grabbed a small fish-looking treat from a jar. He turned to find the large house cat sitting on the counter next to him. Cupola's eyes were wide as his tongue swiped across his front teeth.
"Here you go pretty boy," Matteo spoke as he rubbed the cat's ears, feeding him the tiny treats.
He then walked over to the stack of papers he had brought home with him from the club.
Information on the six members that were now living in the building next to his.
The Seven Blades, own the club and the motels and hotels around it. It was a good cover-up for all their money.
Samuel Andrew, read the first file.
"Age 25. Occupation: Operations Manager. Kill count: 5. Dude probably never even been in the field." Matteo chuckled as laid on the couch.
The file also contained family and birthplace. Small details that were probably classified before Samuel handed them the team's files.
"Timothy Andrew's, Age: 25. Occupation: Technology expert. Kill count: 6. How did he kill anyone? Code a virus in their brains?" Matteo thought this might be a complete joke to work with these fools.
Still, he picked up the next file.
"Daniel Grey, Age: 23. Occupation: weapons handler. Kill count: 27. In only two years?" Matteo was a little impressed by this one. It wasn't easy to kill that many people, and still joke about it as he had today.
"General Lawrence. Age: 50. Occupation: Head of the organization. Kill count: 106. Prior military background." Matteo nodded in recognition, he might be from a different country but he always respected the men and women that fought for their land.
"Ford Kirk, ah the little niño Enzo likes, Age: 28. Occupation: weapons expert. weapon handler. Weapon? They have no file on a weapon." He glanced at the five folders again trying to read through the black-inked words. The redacted sentences did not indicate any weapon.
Sighing he picked up the final folder. The folder with the most pages in it. Half the folder was redacted. The kill count, the occupation, birth location, and more were blacked over so many times that even holding the page up to light won't reveal the words.
"Who the fuck are you?" Matteo questioned as he flipped the page one more time.
In a mugshot photo, the woman in the photo looks like she would bite out your throat and laugh doing it. She had her teeth bared at the camera. Tattoos cover the area of her throat. Her hair was matted and messy. Blood covered her lips. She looked psychotic in that photo.
For some reason, Matteo smirked at the photo. We, he did until he realized he was smiling at a serial killer's folder.
Athena White Age: 29 Occupation: [classified] Kill count: [classified]
He squinted as he held the page up to the light, making sure he couldn't see anything. When he had no luck he read the report.
Athena White is [classified]. She has the skill and death wish of one of the [classified] members. She kills with ease anddoesn't seem to blink. [Classified] states that she is a serial killer with a death list. She wants justice, that the system won't give. And when unhinged, murder with no remorse. Once let go from [classified], went on a killing spree killing over [classified] people. When asked why. She told the officers she enjoyed it. General Lawrence got her out of her life sentence, in hopes to put her wrath to something good. Now she is the [classified] for the [classified]. Kill count raising daily. W̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ p̶u̶t̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ b̶i̶t̶c̶h̶ i̶n̶ a̶ l̶o̶o̶n̶y̶ b̶i̶n̶. O̶r̶ s̶h̶o̶o̶t̶ h̶e̶r̶ b̶r̶a̶i̶n̶s̶ o̶u̶t̶. The subject is psychotic. Be advised. Agent Kirk will be the handler of the asset.
So these Americans had a serial killer as their guard dog. How wonderful.
