Isaac's POV
My eyes were fixated on the woman standing in front of me. I never expected that she would visit me of all people. I stood up and blew the smoke of my cigarette.
I put it inside the ashtray. I grab and put on my sleeve, then start buttoning it. She remains standing and watches me.
I scoff. "Do you enjoy what you are watching, hmm?" I sarcastically remarked.
She grabbed something in her pocket. My men raised their guns and pointed them at her. It was a small box. She threw it at me.
I caught it right away and opened it. It was a wedding ring. She raised her left hand. She was wearing the other one. What the fuck is this?
"If this is a joke, Ingrid Alberto, I have no time for this. I have no time for your jokes," I growled madly. Her eyes were cold, lifeless, yet they were full of darkness.
"I'm ready to cater to your needs in bed. In return, help me out. We only have the same enemy; be my ally."
I give her my cold and ruthless expression. I take my seat and don't bother to button up my sleeve. I feel like today was a bad omen for me. I can't believe I have to deal with stupid situations today. She walks closer and takes a seat.
She grabs the glass in the table and poured brandy on it. She takes a sip and meets my eyes. Ingrid Alberto, the daughter of my greatest enemy.
She has their long and wavy black her. Her soft arch eyebrows, long and curly lashes makes her round gunmetal blue eyes as dreamy as it could be.
She also have slender nose that matches her small and pinkish rich ridges lips. Her pear-shape face was smaller than I expected base on the pictures.
She also has this sexy hour glass body. It's like the body of Angelina Jolie in her twenties to early thirties. I slowly laugh and shake my head.
"What makes you think that I'll be your ally, Ms. Alberto? Have you forgotten who you are?" I coldly replied. She crosses her legs and faces me.
"I'm the daughter of your greatest enemy. I'm also the person you needed to destroy his fucking castle," she says. The tone she uses brings chills to my spine.
"What is the use of these rings? What do you want exactly from me?" I questioned.
I grab a pack of cigarettes and offer it to her. She raises her palm. "I don't smoke or do drugs. They remind me that my blood was from a heartless and evil asshole," she commented. I noticed that my right-hand Luther was looking at Ingrid weirdly.
"Marry me," she calmly stated. The cigarette was already on my lips. I stopped from lighting it. I take it off and give her a deadly stare. She didn't show any fear at me.
"I was trained to be his deadliest weapon. Tell me, what do you think will happen when that weapon becomes yours?" Ingrid added.
I finally realize that this woman was serious. I crossed my legs and decided to listen to her. It won't be a waste of time. I can finally sense that.
"Let me recall, you tried to kill me five months ago," I utter.
She had a bitter laugh after. "I'm glad I didn't succeed, or else I'll regret it for the rest of my life," she whispers. I laugh. I grabbed a glass and poured brandy on it.
"Ms. Alberto, are you aware that I can kill you right here and then?" I ask. She meets my gaze. "Do it after you heard me first," Ingrid replied. She was a deadly viper.
I can see in her eyes a fire that scares me either. "What did you mean by the same enemy? I think you really forgot that you are my fucking enemy, your father, and his mafia group," I remarked.
Her jaw clenched, and the glass she's holding had shattered into pieces. I saw blood dripping in his palm. I didn't show any concern.
"That selfish and fucking asshole, he ruined my life. He took everything from me," she roars.
I laugh and look at her mockingly. If she really thinks that using this tactic to make me lower my guard, she's wrong. My men were still pointing their guns at her. We are stunned when tears fall down on Ingrid's cheeks.
"What is wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry," she whimpers, shedding her tears.
"Two months ago, I finally recalled that scariest memory I had—the day that my mother died, which almost took my life as well. I fucking remember his face; he mercilessly killed my mother right in front of me," she whispers.
She told me what happened. "I was ten when Mom and I eloped in order to run away from my dad, who learned that he has a child. He sends his men, and after being chased, we have an accident. Mom was breathing but wounded because she hugs me to protect me," Ingrid continues.
She kept on crying while telling us the reason why her dad is now an enemy of hers. "The trauma is the reason why I forgot everything that happened during the accident. Dad trained me well to be the scariest assassin of his group. I recalled what happened and planned," she added.
She looks at me and doesn't care even if she's bleeding. "Among his enemies, you're the only one I can trust. You want to destroy him? I want that too. I'll help you to destroy his castle. A man like that didn't deserve to live. He deserves to taste his own evil deeds," Ingrid grunted.
I laugh and look at her amusingly. "I never heard an idiot will work with his enemy. I'm not stupid to agree with you. Tell your dad if this is the only way he thinks of destroying me to be the mafia king. I won't take his bait."
I grab my gun and point it at her. She sits calmly and doesn't care when I shoot her. Her shoulder starts to bleed because of the graze.
"Aim for my heart. That would be better if I'm the one you will ask. Aim for my heart and head," she continued. She was determined to die or destroy her dad.
"I don't have to marry you if you want to destroy him. I'll kill you sooner than later, so marrying is a stupid idea," I remarked. Ingrid looks me in the eyes.
"The only way to break free from him is to own me. You need the legality. You have to be my husband first."