The private jet touched the hidden tarmac of the Sicilian coast as the sun began to dip behind the jagged edges of Mount Etna. The humidity of the atmosphere hit her first. It smelt and felt like the Sicily she tried so hard to stay away from for more than a decade.
Lucian moved down the stairs of the jet, his strides long and confident. Alessia followed immediately in silence so deafening ensued you a pin drop could have sounded like a gunshot. Waiting at the bottom was Marco; the head of the enforcers.
"Welcome home Boss." Marco said his voice filled with respect and eyes full of admiration while lowering his head. Behind him two rolls of the Devil's Nation soldiers dipped their heads in unison, also acknowledging Alessia.
Two hours later the training ground was a blur of motion. Alessia stood at the balcony swirling a glass of wine. Lucian was standing beside her his eyes fixed on the combat beneath.
"Marco called you boss. My men bowed down to you before they even acknowledged me. Why?"
Lucian didn't look at her, instead he smirked. Satisfaction written all over his face.
"I've spent a lot of time on this mountain, Alessia. Your father took me like his own child. While you were away in school I was by his side all through. And he gave me instructions that if anything ever happened to him I should take care of his daughter and I never knew you were also the Spiritus Cheetah."
Alessia turned to him, her hand gripping the railings. "If you were so close to him, why did you leave when he needed you the most? He was in my arms and I couldn't do anything to save him."
Lucian turned towards her his voice softening as he listened to her voice which was filled with pain. " I wanted to be away from all this Alessia. I needed a break. Most importantly I left because of my sister who needed me. I wanted to be there for her before she left for college. I chose her over this life of blood. I didn't realize your father's death would come sooner than expected."
"Where is she now?"
"She is at school and now you have brought me into the same world I left behind because of her." Lucian lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers. "The Ghost doesn't stay in the light for too long so don't expect me to be here forever."
Alessia looked back at the training ground and spoke, her voice changing to a tone that reflects authority. " You said you were my father's advisor, advice your men. They move like soldiers but their strikes are amateur. They are too soft for this organization. In this world soft get you killed. They rely on their tech too much.Advice them not to be too loud and to stop moving like elephants."
She leaned over the railings her voice sharp and commanding.
"Marco! Kaelen! Switch now!"
Below, the training shifted at her command. Kaelen began showing the enfiecers how to move through blind spots to avoid detection, while Marco began a brutal hand to hand combat for the ghosts.
Alessia watched quietly for a while before she spoke again. "Before the end of next month I want your ghosts to be able to slit a man's throat in total silence, and I want my men to be able to vanish from satellite feeds. We aren't just killing random people Lucian, we are erasing organizations."
Late that night the estate was silent. Alessia walked through the west wing towards her private suite. The image of her father in her arms and the scene filled with blood was heavy and it kept coming back tonight.
She entered into her room, leaving the door inches apart.
Alessia walked towards the mirror and released the clips of the gold cheetah mask.
The reflection of the mirror shedding away the mask and replaced by a woman's face. A woman whose eyes was so cold that life seemed to have disappeared from it. She looked so beautiful. Her dark hair complementing the shape of her face. A woman who looked like she came to this world to rule as a queen and can never be dethroned by any human.
She traced her fingers on her jawline, then moved her hands upwards to pack her hair into a bun.
Her fingers left and face and rested on the Beretta on the vanity. The weight of her finger tips on the gun fighting for her the other side of her life. The doctor was meant to heal any wound with a scalpel but the Beretta was meant to leave a wound. She wasn't sure which one she wanted the most, in as much she wanted to save lives she also wanted to end them because of her parents.
Outside the door, Lucian stopped dead in his tracks. He was on his way to his own suite when he saw her face. Her beauty was enchanting pulling even the strongest men into the circus. Then there was her eyes so cold and filled with determination to fulfill her missions. He promised to to assist her but seeing the eyes of determination and haunting beauty he realized that assisting her was easy compared to seeing her like that. And it was going to be a big problem and burden he have to deal with.
Author's Note
Thank you for reading Chapter 5. Dropping Chapter Six in few hours and it's much more longer.
Please add to your collections, drop a review and also support with power stones. It means a lot to me and will encourage me to do more.
Thanks to the Spiritus Cheetahs who added it to their collections.
Stay Lethal,
--Cruentis.