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(Isaias' POV)

I ignored the beads of sweats constantly dripping down my forehead, chest, and back, soaking my plain white t-shirt as I concentrate on hitting my target. I felt so restless, but my energy seems never dwindling for what seems long hours. My knuckles and legs started to feel burning especially the injured knee, but my frustration hasn't diminished.

I felt a bit muscles strained, but it didn't stop me to execute another roundhouse kick after almost two hours of sweating from boxing and kicking. Aside from the muscle strain, I feel fine I could last all day if I want, but my innocent killer has to eat.

"Boss!" It was one of my men. I ignored his call as I pulled my hand backward and effortlessly swinging it with full force at the target and landed a huge blow against the black punching bag — hanging in the middle of the ring. Stepping a little back more, I pivoted on my lower foot, turning my body so that my kicking leg moves toward the target. Extending my leg in a sudden but smooth motion, snapping it forward, without leaving my eyes at the target until my leg is fully extended. My knee is still somewhat bent as my leg hits the target, delivering a maximum power. My leg connected to the black bag, the powerful kick caused the bag to swing a little and created an over to the top punching sound.

I heard an applause from the audience, who was in the same room — mostly my men. I crouch down and pass under the red rope and jump down off the platform with a scowl.

Amir approached me as I headed to the changing room — one of my men working with me in the security agency — while removing the 180" hand wrap or wrist wrap to protect my knuckles from injury. I hate gloves. I'd rather use hand wrap, or nothing at all when I'm doing my boxing exercise. I want to feel the target as I execute a punch, it feels satisfying.

I took the towel he gave me and handed him the wrist wrap. We walk side by side to the changing room as he relays to me the information I needed.

I grab the water Calder offered as we passed them, another man who works with me. The Delta Security Agency is a ten story building, equipped with facilities for training in every level or martial arts, boxing, and for training our best snipers.

"What do you have?" I asked Amir as soon as we are out of hearing circumference as I slung the towel around my neck. Unscrewing the lid of the bottle, I downed it until nothing is left.

"She's Tristan Marconi's cousin, boss," Amir started, and I suddenly look at him as I come to an abrupt halt. Shoving the empty bottle against his hard chest, he took it quickly. Another wave of anger builds up in my system. He looks startled and steps back a bit.

"Are you sure?" I glared at him.

I had him background checked, and I didn't hear anything about his cousin by the name of Angel Rose Viggorino.

I resumed walking as I scowled at oblivion, my legs all too familiar with the surrounding even if my eyes were closed. I've been working, rather living in this building for ten years. Vito and I established the DSC ten years ago, when we both realize this is who we are, a protector and at the same time, a killer.

I came to a halt and face Amir, right in front of the entrance door of the changing room. "How are they related?" I frowned. Amir stops apprehensively and faces me. "Angel's mom was Tristan mom's sister. They didn't grow up together. Angel's mom was an adopted," he explained intently.

"That make sense!" I nodded.

I did a background checked on him. He is the head chief of the Valiente security agency, owned by Rafael Valiente. Recently. It was transferred to his name since Rafael wants to give his full attention to his growing family. I wonder why he agreed to join us when he can run his own. I need to know his game. If he's Angel's cousin, then it only meant one thing, he must be plotting something and I need to find out. Tristan is a nice guy, but as they say, keep your enemies closer. I have this feeling he is brewing a plot against me.

I felt my jaw stung a bit, then I realized, my jaws were clenched tightly and so my hands. I stared at Amir, still wearing my signature scowl, eyes like a hawk. "Watch him, and every meat he interacts with, capisce?" I barked gruffly at Amir with tightly clenched jaws.

Amir nodded hastily. As soon as I turn my back, I heard his footsteps fading behind me.

"Boss," it was Calder. I didn't look back as I head straight to the locker room where I stuffed my gym bag. "The president came again to see you," that's when he got my attention.

I came to an abrupt halt, swiveling around unceremoniously and stared at him grimly. Calder promptly made a double step back. He stared at me apprehensively, his eyes filled with uncertainty and weariness. Clenching my jaws, I snarled. "What word doesn't that figlio di puttana understand? Vaffanculo, I said, I don't want to see him!"

Calder nodded his head anxiously. "Yes, boss!" Then he turns around and scurries away.

My jaws felt tense, anger rising in my gut. I quickly walk into the shower room and had the quickest shower in my entire life. I just realized, mio angelo pericoloso hasn't eaten yet.

Vaffanculo!

Why did I forget her? She must be starving now.

I left her tied up in my bed this morning. God, the way she glared at me, her eyes spitting fire like an amber and I've never felt so turned on in my entire life. I had to leave the place before I could take her there and then.

Memories from last night flashback in my head.

"Now, angelo pericoloso mio, what punishment would you like, no?" I asked impulsively. I don't understand why my body and mind, don't synchronize, and it frustrates the hell out of me.

Her response just then hits me hard. I never felt rejected before, not even after learning who was my real father. "No!" I saw the fear in her eyes doubled, and I hated myself for that. She looks like a stray kitten trying to find a place to hide from a monster like me.

I was so frustrated with myself. Why am I acting like some prick, like my friend Vito? Hanging out with him doesn't benefit me. These stupid ideas of his were now sinking on my skin. I run my finger through my disheveled damp hair in frustration. My head and heart battles, yet my face still carry the same expression, devoid of any emotion.

"Do I need to call the police, no?" I asked her as I stood closer to the door. I leaned my back against it, as I stared at her vulnerable state.

Her eyes glisten as she bolted upright, her face filled with dread. "NO!" she screeched instinctively and hastily steps forward, her eyes darted to the huge bed sitting in the middle of the room, crestfallen. She looks like she wanted to cry but tears never came. I felt the urge to pull her into my arms, but I quickly shook the ridiculous thoughts, a part of my head nagging me. She looks back at me, a tinge of fury in her crestfallen face. "Fine. I'll s-sleep w-with y-you," she stutters, my soldier instantaneously rises up, completely attentive. She looks determined when she narrowed the gap between her and the bed, then stood at the foot of the bed. "Shall I get naked, too?" she asked grimly, her voice croaks betraying her true emotion as she stared at me with determination, uncertainty mirrored her amethyst eyes.

I cocked my eyebrow, amused. "If you want to?" I drawled as I swallowed hard, my brain flooded with sinful thoughts. It feels like something lodge at the back of my throat, feeling dry. I stared at her hard, pinning her, with my brain uncontrollably flooded with wicked thoughts, wandering far far away in the land of bliss.

At the back of my head, I was gazing down at her naked clone. Hands and legs were tied up at the foot of the bed. She's completely naked, fully exposed underneath my lustful eyes.

A tingling sensation traveled through my spine as I picture her flawless, creamy skin exposed to my lustful eyes. Her long auburn hair sprawled out up above her head, her perky breast stood firm, rose nipples like a pebble, screaming for attention.

I swallowed hard again as my eyes openly skimming her like an ice cream with a cherry on top, makes me crave at the sight of her.

Wait, when did I like ice cream?

Fucking snapped it out, Isaias! I reminded myself and instantly search for her eyes.

I swallowed hard, and shook the sinful thoughts off, trying to calm my raging arousals.

When I met her eyes, she swallowed hard, her eyes filled with panic. She started undoing her leather jacket, and my whole system became more attentive with anticipation. I felt my shaft tensing and starting to throb. My eyes instinctively trained at her body as she took off her jacket, and dropped it beside her heels in a heap. Only a black tank top left, her flawless shoulder was exposed. A part of her chest were visible, and I felt like I've swallowed all my saliva that my throat felt so fucking dry. She started unbuttoning her pants, and I noticed her hands shaking.

"Stop!" I hissed. I wanted to beat myself out. I looked away in frustrations and strode hastily towards the washroom. I stopped just before the door and stared at her coldly.

"Sleep, and don't ever think of fucking leaving the bed. If you set foot just outside that door," cocking my head towards the bedroom door, with my eyes trained on her coldly, "I won't think twice to call the police, or bring you to hell myself!" I barked at her gruffly and then stormed inside the washroom, slamming the door behind me.

I yanked the towel off my hips and tossed it angrily at one corner. I step into the shower and turn the water on, turning the shower head spray absentmindedly.

Vaffanculo! I hissed when the first drop of water connected to my skin, causing goose pimples all over my body. My throbbing friend instantly died down to my relief.

After the longest shower I had done in my life, I walk back in my bed to see her sleeping peacefully in her pants and tank top.

I quickly tucked her inside the bed cover, avoiding to glance at her exposed flesh.

I decided to let Mr. Whiskey accompany me tonight. The exhaustion I felt a moment ago were long gone. After a countless of shots, I felt the alcohol kicking in full force, but that didn't stop me from drinking more. Though my head was heavy, my eyes blurry, but my brain is still clogged with her presence, with her face, to my frustrations.

I forcefully dragged my drunk limbs towards the couch all the while downing the rest of the Whiskey, staggering. In the hope of numbing this strange emotion, she stirs within me. An emotion I'd rather not entertain, it turns you weak and irrational.

I'd better get rid of her soon, otherwise, I will fall into this shit, called love. I've witnessed the effect to Gio. It changed him a lot, and never will I fit his shoe. I've seen how he acted like a possessive bitch about Giudici. It was frustrating to see him turning into an irrational cunt.

I'm sure Vitorino Luttrelli would be feeding me more bullshits if he heard my thoughts.

As soon as I hit the couch, I dropped onto the long leathered couch horizontally, dropping the empty bottle simultaneously on the floor, and everything went black.

I woke up soaked in sweats and realized where I slept. The living room is quiet, and I realized I have an unwanted guest sleeping in the ensuite bedroom of the hotel.

When I checked on my unwanted guest in the bedroom, she's still fast asleep. Her face facing the door, sleeping on her side, her rose lips slightly parted.

She looks so innocent and something in her drew me closer. I just soon found myself staring at her like a psycho.

Her soft faint snore was so enchanting like I've never seen anything like that. Of course, I'd never seen a girl sleeping except that whore of a mother. I ignored the negative thoughts again and stared at her, smitten. I never let myself sleep with a girl, after the satisfying sex, I always made sure, we parted ways after the sex. No cuddling or whatsoever, and I always keep an arms length distance, of course, except when we are having sex.

I stared at her innocent face. Her parted lips, dangerously tempting, it took all my willpower not to lean down and taste it.

When her eyes flutters, I quickly step back and casually walk to the washroom and took a shower. I had to take a cold shower again. It seems becoming a habit.

"Can I go home now?" She asked as soon as I came out of the washroom.

"No!" I responded gruffly.

She gave me a bewildered look. "So what now?" She croaks. Even the sounds of her voice with a tinge of rasp, my testosterone level goes haywire.

I casually walk to the drawer and pulled out two shirts, a gym short, socks and extra underwear, stuffing it in my gym bag. I changed into a pair of black ripped jeans, gray shirt and topped it with a black leather jacket.

"You are leaving?" Her excited voice didn't escape my senses.

"Si, angelo pericoloso mio," I gave her a small smile, and I opened the last drawer, where I remembered placing the handcuffs. I took it out, it's the same handcuffs, Theresa Agoncillo used every time we had sex.

Damn, she's the craziest woman I've ever bed.

"What's that?" I saw the fear in her eyes, and I almost shove the handcuff back in the drawer.

"Handcuffs, mio angelo pericoloso," I answered cocking my eyebrow and my head on the side.

"I know what it is!" she seethed with an increasing tone. "What do you need that for?" she sent me a glare and hastily scrambled off the bed.

I quickly tackled her to the bed as she squirmed her way off, punching me on my chest and anywhere her small fist could reach, her legs thrashing here and there.

As soon as she fell on the bed on her back, I quickly straddled her, carefully not putting all my weight as I held her hands firmly, struggling to restrain her. "Screw you, you can't tie me like a dog!" she screams seething, as she kept squirming.

"Sshh.." I drawled huskily, and she relaxes, her eyes locked on mine. Her breathing is ragged, matching mine.

My hard body is so close to her warm, soft ones, making it so hard for me to not take her there and then. Fucking pussy, my body suddenly lit up like a bomb, and ready to explode. I felt like I was on fire. I felt like all my blood rushes down to my lower region.

She was gaping at me with wide eyes as I hook the cuffs around the headboard. I reluctantly restrained her on the bed and hastily got off the bed.

Just then she screeched when I was about to leave the room. Her amethyst eyes were spitting fire, shooting at me as she opens those beautiful lips, and I was so tempted to mute it. Probably, by feeding her my— "Vaffanculo!" I hissed as I shook off the ridiculous thoughts and looked away.

My goddamn balls twitch, and I'm beginning to sweat as my temperature rises. "Get this cuffs off me," she screeched seethingly. The redness on her cheeks shows that she's beyond pissed.

"As soon as daddy gets home," I teased, causing her cheeks to turns darker red, and I twisted the knob and pulled it open.

"ASSHOLE!" she yelled gruffly and sent me a deadly glare. Her nose flaring, seething at me.

Holding the knob of the door, I look at her coldly avoiding her fucking flawless bare shoulder and neck. Fucking pussy! I grip the knob tightly holding my temper. "So I've been called!" I smirk dangerously. Her eyes turn into slits.

She squeezes her eyes shut before opening them again, and scowled. "FUCK YOU!" she grits out loudly, and I grinned deviously.

"Tonight, mio angelo pericoloso," I drawled huskily, and her cheeks were the shade of pink with her eyes spitting fire directed at me. I shook my head in disbelief. I should dispatch her now, not fucking toying with her.

What are you doing Isaias?

"I'll be back with your food," I said instead and with that, I left her closing the door behind me. I ignored her loud screams and called Phillip to look after her as I head straight to the agency building —owned by Vito and me— to the training gym.

I also called the reception to skip my room for cleaning.

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"How is is she?" I asked Phillip as soon as I entered the presidential suite.

Phillip bolted upright when he saw me and cast down his eyes to my annoyance. He's about 5'11, an average looking guy, with a huge built, and a dark brown skin. "She's sleeping, boss," he responded quickly.

My eyebrow furrowed, I could feel the crease line forming on my forehead, as I scowled at the prick in front of me.

Did this prick dare go and saw my angel inside my room?

"Figlio di puttana!" I growled as I shot him a disparaging stare. "Who told you to go inside? I told you to stay here and watch." I took another step forward. Red swirling around my orbs in rage. "Not fucking get into that room, no?" in a low, dangerous growl as I pointed at the room where my angel is sleeping.

"I-I d-did n-not, b-boss," he stutters badly, dread filled him. "I-I a-assumed she's s-sleeping because i-it was quiet inside since y-you left," he stepped back each time I inched forward.

I saw the fear swirling in his orbs which caused me to stop. Clenching my jaws, I waved him off. "Go," I grit out as I tried to relax my tense muscles before reaching out for his neck and strangle him to death.

He quickly dashed away like a flash.

As soon as he's out, I placed the pizza boxes and a couple of pops on the coffee table and sauntered to my room.

I quietly twisted the doorknob and gently push it open. I walk inside almost tip-toeing just to avoid the footstep noise.

Halfway across the room, my eyes involuntarily traveled in the bed's direction, and my eyes met with a pair of amethyst eyes, like a deer caught in the headlights. I quickly straightened myself, and I stared at my innocent killer's amused face with a grim expression. I ignored the thumping of my heart, or probably my testosterone calling for my dangerous yet fucking innocent angel, and casually strode towards her in a slow pace.

She was just staring at me, with a cocked eyebrow, then she smirks before looking away.

I ignored her cold response. "I'm sorry. I've lost track of the time," I apologize softly as I get closer to her. When it dawns on me what I just said, I involuntarily stopped.

Why did I apologize? Who cares if she's mad?

Frowning at her, I retrieved the keys and unlocked the cuffs. I saw the red marks left on her wrist, guilt slowly tugging at my heart. I was so tempted to kiss it, but I held the urge, turning away to avoid staring at her soft and angelic beauty, I strode towards the door.

She's exquisite, and I need to stay away from her.

"I know you intentionally stayed out longer!" she hissed as she trailed behind me. I could sense her rolling her eyes at me. "I'm not your prison here, so let me go! I think we are even. Besides, I didn't succeed in killing you," she sneered and grab my arm, tugging it so to face her.

As our skin connected, I felt the heat traveled through my spine, like electric charges shooting in my every nerve endings. She releases my arm as quickly as she tugs it.

I reluctantly face her with my grim face. Her cheeks were a shade of pink, and I wanted to cup her face and feel its softness against my palm.

"I will leave, and you can't stop me!" she tilted her chin defiantly and then strutted away towards the door.

"Not so fast, mio angelo pericoloso," I quickly blocked her before she could reach the door, pulling her by her wrist with some force, her body slams against mine with the impact. My other hand instinctively curled around her small waist, holding her protectively against my chest. She yelps at the impact, her hand coiled around my waist in the process, with her eyes as big as a button.

A sudden delicious electrifying sensation traveled through my bones, shooting down to my lower region. My heart speeds up, drumming against my ribcage.

"Stop calling me that!" she hissed as soon as she sobered, and forcefully pulled herself away from my hold.

I reluctantly release her, but my hands dropped to her wrist and tugged her outside to the living room. "I don't know what do you like. I know women loves pizza, so I assumed you like pizza, no?" I said releasing her wrist, and I felt disappointed when our skin contact broke.

"After I eat, can I leave?" she bargained, but I shook my head in disagreement as I shove my hands in my pockets. I stared hard at her beautiful eyes, a shade darker as she met my eyes squarely. They look so strange, yet hypnotizing, and I always lost just staring at them.

Her lips pursed. "I haven't brush my teeth, had a shower, and I don't even have stuff here to change!" she stomped her foot at she sent me a glare before plopping down on the couch with a huffed.

"Just eat, and I will arrange someone get something for you to wear. You have to pay the damage you've done, no?" I said casually, and I meet her furious gaze.

She still looks innocent, so refreshing, no matter how angry she is.

I sat beside her. "And what kind of payment?" she grits out seethingly. "Between sheets?" she mocked.

Ignoring her temper, I chuckled. "You are way too fast, mio angelo pericoloso. I'd love to, but I think, you need to learn the basic first, no?" I leaned in and whispered it against her right cheek.

When I look at her face, red staining her cheeks. She looks flustered, and it amused me thoroughly. "And what would that be?" she gapes at me, the sarcasm in her tone still evident.

"Too excited, aren't you, no?"

Her open lips suddenly closed, tightening into a thin line, together with her eyes. "The nerve!" she sneered angrily.

I swooped down and kissed her hard. Her words muffled inside our mouth as I darted my tongue inside. The disapproval sound became a moan when I massage her walls, and teases her tongue. My hand curled around her soft slim waist and pulled her soft body against my hard ones.

The feelings of our tongue together felt way better than my imagination.

Fucking sweet!

"Get off me!" she grits out as soon as our lips parted and pushes me hard. 

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A/N: The Impassioned Bastard, chapter three is up on Radish, if you want to read it earlier. You have to wait seven days before I'll post it here, I apologize. 

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