Chapter 11

Isabella

I thought that my life in that new city would be calmer and would keep me away from problems, but from what I lived in the last days, I could say that I was wrong and confirmed that I was born destined to live in trouble.

From living escaping from my father's enemies, I became an official member of an organization called Grigori and of which I had no idea what they did. However, from what its members showed, I knew it was not good at all and on top of that, being under the orders of the most arrogant, insensitive, cold, despot, insufferable, sexist, womanizer, idiot, and all the derogatory synonyms ever, was not at all the idea of the good life I thought I had there.

Jane told me all about her brother's debt and betrayal and why she was involved in all that, it bothered me to see how men could become such idiots as to drag their families into situations like that, and I did not regret doing what I did. Jane was just a victim in that situation.

She told me many things about LuzBel and the other idiots, and although I knew she was trying to make me fear them, that was something she would not accomplish. Life made me strong, and I experienced things that made me stop being afraid of people like him.

The hot demon with storm-colored eyes.

LuzBel, just LuzBel.

That Evan had pointed his gun at me made me feel horrible because I thought of him as different from the others, and I liked him, but it was good to realize that I was wrong before I got attached to him.

Tess struck me as impulsive but pleasant, and I actually liked her. Besides, finding out that we were both students of Master Baek Cho made me see her differently; all of us who had been his students formed a kind of connection because of the same teaching he gave us, and I hoped I wasn't wrong about that girl. Jane also informed me that Tess and LuzBel are siblings, which was the only thing that did not please me. However, I hoped that they were different and that I could have a friendship with her, especially after I would have to see her very often due to the time she would be working for her damn brother.

I could not get LuzBel's words about me out of my head. His way of looking at me so empty, so cold and disgusted only made me despise him and even more when I knew that he was capable of murder, even if it was in self-defense "we had to see what circumstances he called self-defense." Before traveling to Tokyo, I did think about the possibilities of killing my mother's murderers, but everything changed when I talked to Master Baek. His advice helped me to dissipate a little of the anger and thirst for revenge that I once had.

The way LuzBel grabbed me by the neck surprised me. Still, I didn't flinch, and I would never do it, the contact of skin against skin caused me a kind of electricity, and that really scared me; I realized that the same thing happened to him too, I confirmed it when he let go of me as if he was afraid of catching something by touching me and, although at that moment I didn't understand what I felt, after meditating I knew it was annoyance by the way he pulled away.

I analyzed everything with a clear mind, and I realized that I was living something new in my life for the first time, but things were not as they were supposed to be. LuzBel is the kind of guy you read about in books or see in movies, but you can't stand him in real life, not for a particular reason, although I had a lot of them, because your way of being doesn't fit with people like him. I also understood that this action did not have to bother me since, just as I felt contempt for that guy, he also felt hatred for me, and I noticed it perfectly when we were face to face. So, the feeling was mutual.

It was as simple as that.

Out of obligation, I had to give Jacob my phone number. That guy could be very persistent and even more of a jerk. I flatly refused to give it to him at first, but he started talking nonsense, giving me the reasons why I needed it. It was worse than listening to one of those radios where the announcer talked more than he played music, and, hoping he would finally shut up, I gave it to him, and the silence after that was absolute music to my ears.

But he was cute too.

They all looked cute to you.

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I received a call from Connor the following day, informing me that he would be in charge of giving me details about Grigori, which I needed to know in order to perform the three-month assignments I would be doing for them. We arranged to meet at a coffee shop close to home, so I hurried to take a shower and then get dressed in casual and comfortable clothes.

When I got to the coffee shop, Connor was already waiting for me outside, and when I parked my car, he came over and told me we had to leave for the quarters, which was where everyone was meeting, leaving my car at the coffee shop and driving us in a black Jeep.

"I thought we would at least get something to eat or even drink some coffee." I decided to break the awkward silence that engulfed us as we made our way to said place.

"You thought wrong." I rolled my eyes as I heard his eloquent reply.

"Do you hate me too?" I asked upon seeing him so severe.

"Would I have to?" he replied with another question without taking his eyes off the road to keep us from colliding.

"No," I said laconically, just as he responded.

"Then I don't hate you, and you hate me?" he questioned as he looked at me quickly.

"No." He laughed as he realized I was responding in monosyllables, and I noticed he had a very tender laugh, to say the least, as his eyes were almost closed, and little wrinkles formed in the corners of them.

Connor is a white-skinned boy, light brown hair, short on the sides and a little longer in the front; thin, but with a defined build. I saw on his right arm a tattoo that managed to protrude below the sleeve of his gray shirt. He dressed fashionably and leaving aside the organization he belongs to and the friends he has. You could say he looked like a cool guy.

"Well, Isabella. I'm glad that's not the case since we're going to be working together, and we need to do everything as a team." I nodded resignedly. I had no choice and wanted to get out of it soon. "Where are you from?" his question took me by surprise, and I kept silent for a few minutes.

"You don't need to know," I formulated, trying not to sound rude.

"I just wanted to bring up a conversation with you," he clarified calmly, "Jacob has told me a lot about you. I think he's impressed with what you can do," he informed, making me smile; "well, so has Evan." My smile was immediately wiped off, and I stirred uncomfortably. "He's good, I think the best of all of us, don't misjudge him," he asked, and I was shocked that he was speaking for his friend. "He told me about what happened yesterday, and he feels awful."

"If he were going to feel bad later, then he wouldn't have done it," I mumbled.

"Now that you will be working with us, you will realize that when LuzBel gives an order, it must be followed. He is our boss, and therefore we act as he wants us to act." What he said made me angry because it was not suitable for them to act as if he was a king since he was far from even being a duke or what did I know.

"Well, I'm going to have a hard time obeying him in everything. I'm not good at following orders," I spat, a little annoyed. Connor looked at me and smiled sideways at the same time he denied.

"As I can tell, you won't be with us for honor," he spoke calmly, "and you're just like him." I raised an eyebrow and looked at him in disbelief at what he said.

"You're wrong. Yes, it will be for honor, but not your kind of honor," I clarified, "and LuzBel is an idiot. I'm not," I assured him.

He just smiled and said no more.

The boy knew he looked cute doing it.

After a while in which we were silent again but no longer uncomfortable, we finally arrived at the place they called the quarters, which looked more like a small office building. The security they had surprised me. Although there were men who tried to camouflage themselves as passers-by, I noticed them and realized that they were there to provide protection; I saw cameras everywhere and entered the building. It was done by fingerprinting.

More than a quarters, that was a small fortress.

What had we gotten ourselves into, buddy?

We entered and headed to a kind of kitchen-dining room with several tables that made the place look like a small cafeteria. Connor invited me to sit in one of the chairs in front of his respective table while he told me some things about the place; in the distance, I heard voices and shouts of people fighting, and he confirmed that they also had a training area.

"You finally arrived!" exclaimed a voice behind me. I turned my head and saw the owner.

Jacob.

He was walking in with a bare torso and blue jeans, which revealed his plaid boxer shorts. He was covered in sweat and looked a little tired.

"We just did, and you, were you training?" replied and asked Connor.

"Yes, but I'm done for the day. Tess had a lot of energy and kicked my ass," he replied, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek so I wouldn't laugh at what he said.

"Okay. Can you stay with Isabella for a while? I have to go get some papers from the office so I can explain some things to her," Connor asked, and Jacob nodded. "I won't be long," he said towards me, and I just nodded anyway.

I watched him walk out of there, and at the same time, I saw Jacob put on a black sleeveless t-shirt. I couldn't help but look at his worked body and notice the myriad of dots all over his torso. He walked and sat down in front of me. I looked at him and also noticed that on his face, there are a lot of dots.

Ugh! How I would like to eat them.

Bitch conscience, you were already starting with your silly thoughts.

Since I met them in the university cafeteria, I found that they had good genes, they were all very handsome, but it wasn't something that kept me awake at night. Jacob is rougher looking than Connor. They wear their hair with a similar cut. Although Jacob's hair is black like his eyes, his wheat skin makes a unique contrast with all his spots, and his body is more defined and taller. He wears a black ring on his lower lip and has a tattoo on his right arm. I managed to distinguish the shape of the drawing of wings with an eye in the middle of them.

"My name is Jacob Fisher, and it's nice to meet you," he introduced himself, smiling sideways. I rolled my eyes at his silly introduction.

"I already know your name," I replied crisply and coldly.

"I know you already know it. Girls usually always research me," he said playfully.

Or so I hoped.

"Cocky," I spat.

"Sincere, I'd say." He laughed and settled back in his chair. "Just wanted to break the ice with you, babe."

What the hell? Was he serious?

Ouch! Please give it up. He was cute.

And cocky.

"My name's not Babe," I asserted.

"I know, but I like calling you Babe." I sighed in frustration.

"Are you always this much of a jerk?" I questioned, a little more relaxed.

"It's a matter of perspective." I looked at him, giving him to understand that I didn't understand his answer, "It depends on how the girls want to see me, although I confess that, instead of an idiot, they all see me as their dream boy," he stated, and I gave a laugh at what he said.

Well... yes, he was like my dream guy.

Only yours.

"Well, look, you've found the first one who sees you as an idiot," I confessed, still laughing.

"At least I made you laugh, and that's something." I shook my head at that and kept laughing.

Aww! See, he was cute.

Kind of.

"Well then, dream boy, you have a lot of polka dots." I knew what I was saying was stupid, but I felt like pointing it out, so I'd have something different to talk about and not about how he considered himself a stud.

"If you want to eat them, it's fine with me." I frowned at his comment.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Well, because that's what all the girls always say to me, "hey I want to eat all your spots"," he clarified, faking a woman's voice at last and making me laugh again, "and they end up eating me with kisses and I'd love for you to do it too." My laughter grew louder as I listened to his stupidity.

"You're definitely an idiot," I managed to say between laughs.

"Hopefully, I'm your favorite idiot, Babe," His way of talking to me was still playful.

"Are you fooling around with me?" I jokingly inquired, and he winked at me.

"Take it any way you want, but as long as it makes you laugh, I don't mind making a fool of myself," he replied sincerely, "you have a beautiful smile."

"Thank you," I said, sincere and feeling a little intimidated suddenly. "I'm Isabella, and today I can also say it's a pleasure to meet you." He smiled, pleased at what I said, and it made me feel good that at least I wouldn't get along with everyone in that place.

"I already know your name, but I'll still call you Babe," he stated arrogantly, and I rolled my eyes.

"Then I'll call you Idiot," I countered.

"And believe me, that nickname fits him perfectly," Connor spoke up, coming up to us and letting us know he had overheard part of the talk.

"Ouch! That hurt, honey. It did right here." Dramatized Jacob towards Connor, pointing to his heart, and the latter just smiled and denied accepting that his friend was quite something.

I spent most of the morning with those two. They explained a few things about Grigori, but I'm not an idiot, and I realized that they only told me what couldn't compromise them with me. Myles Pride, LuzBel's father, ran the organization with that idiot, who was in charge of making deals with the government and some businessmen who needed their services. In short, they were in charge of the dirty work and also marketed pharmaceutical drugs, something that, by logic, I didn't believe, but I still left it at that since the less I knew, the better for me.

They informed me about the organization and warned me about some things that I should not do for any reason, and among them was not to disclose anything they told me and to be discreet. At college, we would do as always. Both parties would avoid meetings not to give way to speculation, which seemed good to me since I did not want anyone to link me to them. I disagreed with what they were doing and, if I was going to keep quiet and accept their rules, it was only because I made a deal; and my parents taught me that when an agreement was made, it had to be fulfilled, even if it was not signed on paper. It was honor-bound and that view I always hold and abide by.

Connor and Jacob were starting to get on my good side, they are laid back and fun guys, especially Jacob, who did not stop being a cocky jerk, although very funny. On the other hand, Connor is quiet, reserved in some things, and serious in others. However, when he had to, he also knew how to make jokes and have fun.

I was informed that I would be training with them on some occasions, and it was an obligation for everyone in the organization to keep fit; so, I would be enrolled in a gym that Grigori trusted. At least that did not bother me at all, I still asked why that was a commitment or requirement and his answer was easy: the work done here requires a good physical condition since, many times in the missions, there are always confrontations.

An excellent way to start a new life.

Phew!

After they finished informing me what they should, we got out of there and headed to a room where Tess, Elsa, and Dylan were. They were all dressed in sporty, sweaty clothes, which confirmed to me that they were training. I immediately tensed up when my gaze met Elsa and Dylan's, she looked at me smugly, and with a lot of hatred, Dylan did so with disgust; I knew at that moment that I would never work well with them, and I just prayed to God that the agreed time would pass quickly to spare us such torture.

"I'm thrilled you're here, Yūjin," Tess exclaimed, excitedly calling me a friend in Japanese.

"I'm glad to hear that," I replied sincerely, at the same time responding to the hug she gave me with much effusiveness.

"When are you coming over so we can train together?" she asked excitedly.

"You want a rematch?" I jokingly questioned, and she laughed.

"It'll be fun," she replied, winking at me.

Although the tension with the other two was palpable, at least I knew I already had several people I could count on within that organization to make my time there less torturous.

"Elijah is with my father and Evan in his office," she suddenly reported. Hearing LuzBel called by his name struck me as odd, but Tess is his sister. It was only logical that she would call him that. "He'll love to see you," she added teasingly, and I didn't understand which of the two she was referring to with that comment, Evan or her dumb brother. However, I decided not to ask so as not to seem interested in either one.

"Aha! Me too," I stated sarcastically, and she continued to laugh, amused by my reaction.

"You two are the same," she mused, and I decided to pretend I didn't hear anything, but after Connor also said the same thing about LuzBel and me, I understood she was talking about her brother.

"LuzBel, we're done," Connor spoke, and immediately a shiver ran through my body, knowing he was there.

Damn it!

"So, what is she still doing here?" he asked in annoyance, and I tensed as I heard him very close to me.

Did he have to be like that or more of an asshole? After hearing that answer, I asked myself, which was like a dagger through my dignity, worse after analyzing that if I was there, it was because of him, and that brought out the anger in me.

"It's just that I've been dying to see you," I snorted sarcastically, turning around and coming face to face. Discovering that yes, he was standing remarkably close to me. "So much that I decided to wait for you."

"You'll never learn to be quiet," he deduced haughtily.

"Yes, I will when you learn not to be such an idiot." His face hardened further, and I noticed how he gritted his teeth, trying to control himself.

In one step, he moved closer to me, putting his hand on my waist and bumping me further into him until his face was close to mine.

The guy didn't know what personal space meant and, although I wanted to retort for it, I was petrified before his act, and again his contact caused me that electricity that shook my whole body. The smell that emanated from him, so masculine, fresh, so manly, seized me, and his grip burned me, but not in a wrong way. It made me feel many sensations that I didn't recognize.

The same ones I never experienced.

"The time will come when you submit to me, White," he promised with a whisper in my ear.

His warm, minty breath made all the skin on my neck bristle. He put his face back in front of mine, looking at me in a way lacking in emotion, and even without knowing what to respond, I held it out to him.

"Keep dreaming," I mumbled confidently and managing to pull myself together from the idiocy I was wrapped up in for a few seconds, "it's free," I continued, and he smiled sideways.

It was impossible for me to think that even though he was a fucking idiot, he was also very sexy.

And I was beginning to believe Jane's words: this Darkness was a danger.

"Get her out of here," he ordered without taking his eyes off me, and I didn't know who he had given that order to. I removed his hand from my waist and pulled further away from him.

His idea was to get me into his organization, so I wouldn't make it so easy for him.

"Let me take her," Evan demanded.

"Fine, but get her out of here already," he spat as if my presence actually made him nauseous, and I did nothing but get angry.

I immediately passed by his side, hitting him with my shoulder to get him out of my way and, although he didn't say anything, I saw him make fists with his hands. I noticed the satisfaction of Elsa and Dylan to have witnessed everything and the surprise in the other boys. I walked at a fast pace to leave immediately. I didn't say goodbye to anyone, but it was the least important thing for me in those moments. I felt indignant for the way LuzBel responded to my presence, and it also made me angry to feel that way because of him when I didn't have to care about what he thought or felt for me. I heard Evan's hurried footsteps behind me, and as long as I got out of there as soon as possible, I didn't care if he was the one who drove me back to where I left my car.

"Bella, wait!" he shouted from behind me. I ignored him and continued my way. "Please," he pleaded, and I felt him grab my arm, stopping me and making me turn on my axis towards him, "I need to talk to you and explain a lot of things," he spoke again.

"And what the hell are you going to explain to me?!" I spat out with all the fury that was seizing me.

"This," he said, grabbing me by the waist and joining his lips with mine.

Wow, that was my favorite kind of improv.

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