Eliza's POV

After walking away from Brian Clark, the day has evolved. How do I say it nicely... Smoothly? Though it indeed has been good until now, I do not believe for a second that everything is okay. I noticed the glances between a specific group of people that were scattered around the venue, and I knew what was going to happen when night painted itself upon and when the indifferent people left the event.

De Luca has been eerily quiet himself, so he also had noticed them. I did not want him to interfere if he didn't have to, though. I could handle these people myself very well, and he knew that.

A couple of hours later, here I was, with Diana on my side as we conversed with idiots that had no idea what would happen next. But it was fun, and I can't blame people for their ignorance now, can I? That wouldn't be nice.

After my half an hour speech, which, by the way, I have Miss Diana to blame for, I noticed some people were indeed interested, and that made me happy. Not that I needed them, this whole thing was planned by me on purpose, to draw out the snitches.

A fiasco will be indeed, but that will also benefit me when I act all confused and sad.

I smirked to myself as I stood next to a tall circular table with a glass of champagne in my hands. Rings shone with the bright light as Diana nodded at me. The next stage of the plan officially starts.

I loved mayhem, I lived off of it, but today was special. Today will make history, and even if our reputation turns bad for a couple of years, I know that we will profit more from it. A slow song played softly, and people were dancing together, others were drinking at the bar, but most were at their table discussing and eating expensive food.

For a moment, I caught a glimpse of Brian Clark's eyes. His icy blues were staring right at me. He had a smirk of his own plastered on his face as he stared. 

Rude, I mouthed at his staring, and he huffed, raising his glass as a toast. I followed and then took a small sip of champagne.

Our discussion outside my office today was odd, to say the least.

"I take it, Miss Stone. You haven't heard of me, or have you?" he asked me as we stood there alone. His chest to my back, one step, and he would be touching me, but he just stood behind me, the smirk I could hear in his words.

"I know who you are, Mister Clark. Everyone has heard of the notorious bachelor who fucks around without actually catching any STDs. Sounds like an actual movie scene to me." I knew exactly who this man was, even if he didn't know who I was. He indeed though felt familiar and it made me want to avoid him as much as possible.

"What can I say, Miss Stone, I very much like the company," he confessed, taking that step forward. His body pressed to mine slightly. I lifted my head and looked at him from the side of my shoulder with a smirk of my own. "I guess you do, don't you Mister Clark. But sadly there isn't nobody here that wants to accompany you tonight." I said as I turned around to face him with a smile now. "Bot worry not, people are coming soon, I am sure you will be more than satisfied with their company."  I turn around and start to leave when his hands wrap around my bicep.

"Be sure Miss Stone, I will have the company I desire by the end of the night," he says in a low tone. I could feel his breath on the side of my ear as his lips grazed the skin teasingly. He plays a good game, but tonight was not the time to follow through, and I did not know anything about this man. But I would know by the end of the night. I called Stella and she will give me the information I need about this man. I fear that it will be worse than I imagine though.

Now I am standing here at the ballroom, watching as a blondie leans into him, his eyes on mine and a cheeky smile painting his lips. I was still waiting for the information I asked from Stella, but tonight I would bring hell to this earth and I would enjoy every minute of it.

As the blondie leans into his ear to whisper god knows what nonsense, I start walking towards the table of the three men, Martin De Luca, Nolan Bennet, and Brian Clark. They all look at me and greet me smoothly. De Luca was smiling at me and I couldn't help but smile at the most dangerous man this earth has seen.

"I see everything is going smoothly," Nolan says and I nod as I sit next to him, De Luca in the middle of him and Brian Clark. "Not for long my mate." I grin and look at De Luca who follows the expression. "What does that mean?" Brian Clark asks as he and Nolan raise a brow at us. "You will see," Martin answers as he raises his glass at me to make a toast, everyone following with their glasses of champagne. "To mayhem and tragedy," I say with a smirk and gulp down the rest of my drink, standing up and walking away.

I walked behind the scenes to take a breather. My steps sounded through the venue as I reached two high-ceiling glass doors and went outside of the ballroom into the balcony. The flowers decorate the dark brown metal at the end of the balcony.

I took in a deep breath, my hands palming the edge of the balcony. It is almost time and I feel the rush of adrenaline already, it is almost time to kill again, it is time to feel alive again. I know better than anyone how fucked up I am, I need no one to tell me that about myself. And I hide it well, no one knows who Eliza Stone is behind the curtains they all think of a nice young woman in business. It is funny how you can fool them with small amounts of money. They think money makes people royal and highly educated dumbasses, but no, not with me.

I sighed and opened my purse, taking out my package of cigarettes. Opening the package I take one white cancer stick out and place it on my matt red painted lips. Overlooking down the high buildings in front of me as I search for the light in my purse, I feel a presence behind me. The hair on the back of my neck stands on edge as a shrill of sweat runs down my spine at the breath that fans over my left ear.

There was no body contact but I knew immediately who it was without a doubt. His hand reaches in front of me and I drop my purse to my side as a silver square antic lighter is presented in front of me. He flicks the top to the side and a gust of fire emerges from the lighter. His other hand snakes on my right hip, holding me in place as he brings the lighter to the white stick that was waiting on my lips.

The small flame of the lighter opens fire to the cigarette, and red sparkles of nicotine blaze through the night sky as I hollow my cheeks to take a much-needed breath of grey air. The gold filter in my lips was painted red due to my lipstick and I suddenly turn around in his arms, my eyes catching a glimpse of sweat at his left brow as his eyes hood over, his pupils widened while focused on my lips as the cigarette never left them.

I gazed up at his ice-blue eyes the same second they found my hazel ones. His gaze was intense, too intense for someone who was just horny, he looked high but both of us he wasn't.

He took steps towards me, making me back a few of my own as the back of my waist crashed harshly with the metal of the balcony behind me. I hissed at the sudden pain but smirked through my cigarette, my right hand poking it out of my mouth after I took another drug from it.

His hands caged me between his body and the cold metal brushed my naked back. His head lowered as mine met him in the middle, looking up at him. My smirk never left as his lips formed a thin line.

"You seem... Angry, Mister Clark." I whisper lowly, no need to pick up the volume as we were alone, and the proximity made it even easier.

"Really?" he asks harshly, "Because I feel more than angry, love," he adds. A blond strand of his hair rolled on his forehead, tameless to any hair product. I leaned on the metal behind me, bringing the white cancer stick to my lips once again. I live it there, bringing my hand to his face, brushing the curls of hair off his handsome face.

His eyes darken as I lift my chin, he might be who he is, but fear was never an emotion I have felt and I am sure he wanted to intimidate me after my toast. I smirked.

"I love the British accent." I tease him. His jaw clenched slightly as he doesn't move from my body nor do I initiate it myself.

Something about him. Something about him felt familiar. The blue eyes, the blond hair... I smirk. All along the boy I was looking for was playing bachelor around the world. My mortal enemy brought himself to my doorstep, the same way I did with him back then. But this time, oh I will destroy him.

My hand snakes on his neck, my long nails scratching softly his nape as I take another drag from the cigarette, this time not exhaling. I bring him closer slowly, our lips only a breez of air away as I breathe out a small cloud of grey smoke into his mouth and lean back on the railing.

"I like playing games, Mister Clark, that much is obvious." I giggle shyly. "The question is, do you?" I ask as I look deep into his icy blue eyes as his jaw ticks. He was always this serious and him not recognizing me make it even easier for me.

He nods to himself and when our eyes meet again the smirk on his lips was painted into them. "Let us see then who the winner will be." he whispered gruffly into my ear and took a step back, retreating back to the venue.

An ugly smile was plastered on my lips. This was what I was waiting for all my life, revenge, but it has come the worst of times. But something felt off. It was not time to meet him now, he was not supposed to appear in my life at such moment. The plan was that two years from now he would be chocked in his own blood in a hotel room. He shouldn't be here, we shouldn't have met yet.

I sighed as I stopped those thoughts, someone was behind all of this, the question is always who.

I put off the cigarette and head back to the hall, with all those pretentious people. But I can't judge, I am the worst one of them. They all see me as a nice, timid young businesswoman. Oh but how wrong they all are. I smirked to myself.

It was time. Time for mayhem.

I looked up at the upstairs balcony of the venue, noticing the same men that were going to 'fuck up' tonight's event, little did they know that I was two steps ahead of them. Using them for my own advantage. She can really be a bitch, my baby sister can't she?

I made it sure to drive her mad. All thought Onora Reins was dead, exept her. Everyone said she was crazy, even drove her into mental asylums. But she wasn't, and I will be back for all of them.