Chapter 34: Dressed in Deception

IZZY POV

“What the fuck are you doing here?" I yelled, looking at Matteo with hate and confusion clutching my throat.

What was he doing here? And how did he get here? I thought he had died in the chaos that day.

Luca told me that he had gotten him out of the way, he had lied to me again.

And this was more reason why I wasn't going to ever forgive him for what he had done to me.

“You don't want to find out what really happened," he replied, smiling as he pulled up his mask slightly.

“I'm not getting into a vehicle with you. You are a fucking sick psycho."

“Do you want to get out here alive or you want to swallow in the past? It's your choice though, anything you pick would be what I want," Matteo said, and I jumped into the car after taking a deep breath.

“If you try anything stupid with her, I won't hesitate to use your own gun or knife on you. Try me and you would probably regret helping me out today,” I threatened, and he smiled deeply like I had said the most amusing thing he had ever heard.

I really think that old people lose their brain cells while aging. Because what that fuck is wrong with him helping me when he knows I hates him for attempting to marry him and trying to rape me.

“This is for the plot of what your father planned."

"My father? What do you mean? He's dead. Everyone confirmed it, even the doctors. So you have to mind what you are saying to me. Don't play any games with me, don't you fucking dare!”

“You can believe whatever you want though. My role is to bring you back….” he replied, smiling as he decreased his speed as two cars from Selene were on our trail.

“Wear this. Driving too fast would keep them in our trail and I have to lose them and not take them to our destination,” he said, but I was too stunned to speak as I stared at him with shock still hovering over my face.

“Izzy. Wear it!" He snapped, efficient as I was able to snap out of my shock.

Putting on the manly clothes and beanie, I stared at the heater in confusion and real blood. Wondering what I was going to do with it.

“Use the heater to scald a part of your skin that you would get your family tattoos on. So I can use the blood and mar you, we can't let them get you. Or your father would have my head.”

I wanted that, but I wanted to know why my father was letting him still be close to him after what happened.

My curiosity was getting the best out of me and I wasn't ashamed to show it. Actually I was getting excited by all this, and I was finally fully understanding why my father never agreed to leave the Mafia.

The thrill and unpredictability was exciting in the wrong ways. Or give two fucks about right.

You only get hurt while being a good person and the cycle would never end. Pathetic!

Hovering the burner and I bit my tongue trying to contain the pain and avoid yelling out.

“No, it's fine. Yell so this would be realistic, the only thing that's a barrier is that you look too feminine to fit into the right masculine menu,” he said, and I rolled my eyes at him making sure that he had seen me.

" Your father would be elated to see your character development. You are finally taking your role as his successor and this would make him feel fulfilled.

I didn't reply, not because I hadn't heard him but because I was finding it hard understanding him if I grasped the whole situation at hand.

“They are flagging me down. Give this your best shot, or our cover would be blown."

I splashed blood lying on the backseat like I had been wounded.

“What happened? Something is wrong, my son is in the back of this car and we need to get to the hospital as soon as possible.”

“Open your car. A brief checking and you can leave. Where's your son?" Durk asked, and I was finally able to push the contact lenses into my eyes.

I struggled up, pushing my head up and I looked at them with confusion in my face as I stared at them like they were encroaching into my space.

“Father, what are they doing? Why are they searching us?” I asked, rubbing my eyes as I stood beside cursing myself for finding myself in such a situation.

“Don't worry son, I think they are looking for a…” he trailed, waiting for them to complete the word.

“My little sister. She is trying to elope with a man and you know how bad that can be for a family legacy. Right?" Durk asked, looking at me with a sneaky smile on his face as if he had caught up with our tricks.

“You can go. You are clean,sorry for the inconveniences, my sister is a sneaky bitch and she can creep into a trunk faster than you can imagine."

His lies were getting even more outrageous, and I held myself from rolling my eyes at him while he was holding my gaze.

“Thank you. And I hope you find her…” Matteo trailed, and I limped back into the car feeling an extra pair of eyes on my back..

I didn't need to be told who was that- Selene. And she had sensed my presence, maybe she knew I was the one already.

Why was she helping me out of the blues? This

seemed sketchy.

Too sketchy to be real as she needed me to get her revenge. So why let her chance slip through her hands?

Then it struck me. I'm the