The Dark Angel and her mafia king

Isabella'S POV

I might go on another killing spree.

But right now I've decided to go to a small coffee shop in the city because I want some doughnuts and maybe coffee. I got ready, I decided to wear black leggings and a white oversized hoodie with some sneakers, comfortable because why not?

I put my hair in a messy bun and took my purse that has my wallet, phone, and other important things inside. I took my keys from the table and got out the door.

Something about me is I rarely lock doors, let's just say childhood trauma hit hard. But that's a story for another time.

So I left without locking the door to my apartment and went down the stairs to my car. The car that I own and always drive is an Audi RS sleek black, with custom red material on the seats.

Cars are my bae, thank you very much.

Anyways...

•••

I parked the car and went inside the coffee shop. Once I entered the bell rang on top of the door implying a customer had come; in this case me.

The coffee shop was a cute place with lots of people.

Brown pictures on the wall, comfortable-looking couches and chairs with people sitting and talking, plants in the corners of the coffee shops, and lastly the counter for when ordering your order.

I like this place no wonder people come here. I thought to myself as I walked up to the counter to order.

"Hi, ma'am what would you like to order this fine day?" Asked a teenage-looking girl. She had blonde hair that was up to her waist, green shining eyes with black-rimmed glasses. She was beautiful but that's beside the point.

"Hi there can I get a chocolate chip doughnut and a medium hot chocolate," I replied deciding not to drink coffee but instead drink hot chocolate.

Hey, you can never have too much chocolate even if it's any kind I take that back dark chocolate sucks! Whoever likes them deserves jail time.

"Sure thing that'll be, 4.45." She said while looking down at the cash register.

I paid the money and she left to make my order. While she was making my order I decided to look around for a seat. I saw one in the left corner of the shop, I'm going to sit there for sure.

She came back with my order while saying "Here you go, your order, have a good day ma'am." I grabbed my order and replied with a 'thank you' and left to go to my seat.

As I finished my food I got ready to leave, while getting up my phone started ringing.

Who can this be?

I thought to myself but picked it up and saw it was Richard. Richard has been one of my best friends since I came to Spain. He does street fighting and that's actually how we met.

Richie short for Richard, has blue eyes, a built body, and brown hair that looked soft as hell. He is a handsome guy but not my type.

Anyway, I picked up my phone and started talking.

"Hey Bella! how are you?" Ah,' good ol' Richie's voice asked me. "Hello, I'm fine why are you calling?" I questioned him. "Psht can't I call my bestest friend?" He bites back.

"Hm, I never said you can't but knowing you, you probably want something because you always barge into my apartment instead of calling me so what's up?"

"Okay um I wanted to beat around the bush but I guess not anymore, anyway listen up.." Richie continued.

"Alright so the Italian mafia is having a ball, and by Italian mafia I mean Damien Lorenzo and his family!" He sort of yelled.

"Ok and? Do we live in Italy or Spain?" I asked sarcastically because we both know we live in Spain.

"Once a sarcastic person always a sarcastic person, and by that I mean we are both attending the ball," Richie muttered the first few lines before speaking up.

"..." I stayed quiet for a second trying to process what he said. "I think the fuck we're not!"

"I think the fuck we are!" He said mimicking the opposite of what I said. "We have to go, Isabella! Kelvin is going as well and we all know what needs to happen with him..." Richie spoke up again.

"Book the tickets we are going," I said straightforwardly.

"Perfect! I'll send you the information and don't stress about a dress because you can buy one in Italy." Richie finalized.

"Mhm k thanks I'll see you tonight for my fight right?" I quizzed.

"Of course see you then!" With that, he ends the call.

The only reason I'm going to this ball is because Kelvin is going. Kelvin that fucker.

He and I have been at 'war' as most would say, but we weren't always like this let's just say we used to be friends but he changed out of the blue and did stupid shit, he tried killing me, stealing my stuff, going after my friends and more.

I don't even know why but I couldn't care less I played back his game and did all the same things. If he thinks he can fuck me up he has another thing coming.

Flashback

"I'm going to kill you Kelvin I swear! Touch me again I dare you!" I yelled.

"Aww is baby ticklish?" He cooed.

"Kelvin I fucking dare-" he came at me and started to tickle me all over my waist and stomach. "-Kelvin stop oh my Gosh-" I cried in force happiness.

"Say I'm the best friend you have ever had then I'll stop!" He said, still tickling me.

"Never!" I yelled back but he still didn't stop so I finally gave in. "Fine fine fine you are the best friend I've ever had!" I screeched.

He finally stopped and backed away. "You're a dead man Kelvin Linnet, a dead ass man," I said slowly and started chasing him.

End of flashback

I smiled at the flashback I got but remembered how he tried to kill me and all those things, immediately my face went to a scowl, who the fuck does he think he is. I wish I knew why he was doing that.

But hell I am going to this ball and one thing is for sure I'm fucking getting answers from him as to why he did this.

Isabella'S POV

"Bitch so you're saying I have to stay a week in Italy?!" I exclaimed at my so-called best fucking friend.

"Yes but don't worry it's not bad, bae if you want to find out why Kelvin was a bitch and still is then yes you have to but not only that you should also grow out your name in Italy," Richie replied, calm and collected.

"No-" Before I could finish my sentence he interrupted me, "Fine not my fault do whatever you want... please Isabella I'll stay with you I was going to stay either way because I have a business meeting but I want you to stay with me too and you can do so much!" He explained. "-I hate you but fine only because I'm going to participate in a lot of fights if you know what I mean." I smirked.

To be honest it wasn't a big deal that I should stay in Italy for a week because I don't mind, I get to put my name higher in the illegal world and I get to explore Italy, what's not the stay for?

So I don't mind and I've agreed.

"Great I knew you would agree, anyway start packing and I have to go because I have a meeting to go to." He said while checking his shiny watch. Getting up from the sofa he was seated on I started speaking.

"Alright also I have a fight-" Again before I can finish my fucking sentence he interrupted me. "-don't worry I know I'll come as a bodyguard as you do for me." Ah, he knows me so well.

"OK goodbye," I replied like I always do. He kissed the top of my head as a sign of bye and left my apartment. Fun fact Richie is 6'0 feet tall, and I'm 5'4 feet tall. So almost lots of people are taller than me but that's ok I can still kick ass.

•••

It's currently 6:50 pm and I've finished packing my suitcase, all that's left now is my two duffel bags and I'll be done. Since we are leaving tomorrow night I have enough time to pack my other stuff soon.

I have a fight at an illegal fight club at 11:00 pm. I am excited as fuck because fighting gives me fulfillment of everything. I really can't wait to see what's going to happen.

Soon after it was about time and I decided to wear a black baggy hoodie over my black sports bra and for pants I wore black leggings, once I reached the club I'd remove my hoodie because it's not good to fight in baggy clothes, it's a weak spot and the opponent can drag you. So when I fight I'll wear a black sports bra and black leggings.

Anyway, I closed my door to the apartment and locked it before going down to the basement from the stairs.

I decided to take my Ducati V4S because it's fast enough for me to reach on time to the fight and back.

I slung the duffel bag over my shoulder wore my helmet kicked my leg over the Ducati and left.

Once I reached the illegal fighting club, I took off my helmet placed it on top of the Ducati, and walked inside.

I went towards the metal doors that had two guards.

"Name?" The talk guard asked with a gruff voice.

"Dark Angel," I replied with a poker face.

Once I said my name the guard immediately stood straight and let me in. Let's just say I'm known in the illegal world but for the underground, I'm known as not losing so people in the underground fear me but they don't know about my assassin side.

I went to the change room and took off my hoodie. I also tied up my hair into a bun because leaving long hair open can get you dragged as well. I wrapped both my hands and put my bag down before leaving the room to go and wait for my name to be called.

As I was going to stand close to the bars I saw Richie and he immediately came to me. "Hi, Isabella !" He said, grinning. "Hey Richie thanks for coming," I said.

Whenever one of us has a fight we go to each other's for support and for 'bodyguard' just in case one of us gets attacked. So I'm glad he's here not that I can't take care of myself but because I have a few basic enemies especially since I show my face here so you never know.

A girl's gotta stay safe. Duh!

"No problem!" As he was going to say something else my name got called. "Ok good luck and this person you are fighting has a weak spot on his ribs! Alright, you got this like always." He said and kissed me on top of my head. I thanked him and left to go to the ring.

Once I entered people were cheering and others were quiet. Probably still think I'd lose. Please I think the fuck not.

"Today's fight is against the Dark Angel and Spencer the Killer!" The announcer yelled.

Psht Spencer the killer? Yeah, he's a goner. Like what even is that name?

"I'm not fighting a tiny girl next!" Spencer said. Once he said that the whole place got quiet. I don't blame them this has happened before. Last time I almost killed the person and I'd do it again.

"Why are you scared you'd lose you sexist prick!" I questioned loudly.

He started laughing, full-blown laughing.

"It's on you, you have a death wish babe." And with that, he got in a fighting stance.

Oh, good luck to him. If he thinks he's winning he has another thing coming. The whole place was still quiet.

I remember Richie said his weak spot is the ribs.. hmm.. Before fighting I looked over him to see what else was his weak spot.

Nothing else except he was putting more pressure on his left leg, which means I got for the right leg and ribs. Alright perfect this is going to be easy.

Rule number one never swing first, his mistake because he tried punching my face. Is this bitch for real?

I mentally laughed, let's play.

He came to swing at me again but I dodged by capturing his left hand and twisting it so I went behind him with his left arm still twisted. He still had his right hand free so before he could do anything else I winged my left leg back and hit his ribs so he would fall, to my match he did fall I got on top of him and started punching him in the face but mostly rib. Finally, I uppercut his face and stand up.

He tried getting up but with a punch to his ribs, he fell. People started counting and up to five he didn't get up meaning I won. The guards took him to help him and the announcer came to me.

"And the winner like usual is Dark Angel!"

He yelled happily. The crowd started cheering.

I kept my face 'secret' with no emotions.

I would smile but no, so I left the ring and went to the changing room. I changed back into my clothes and left the change room to go to Richie.

"Isabella I'm never shocked with you!" Richie came and hugged me.

I chuckled, "Thank you let me go collect my money and we'll leave."

I went to the owner and collected my money, which was $20.000 cash. I thanked him and left with Richie.

Me and Richie said our goodbyes and how he would pick me up tomorrow night to go to Italy.

I left home and packed the rest of my stuff.

Isabella'S POV

*Nightmare*

WHY WOULD YOU RATHER LEAVE when you have murder thoughts from trauma?

I thought to myself while hiding in the closet from my master.

"Little girl come out come out wherever you are, I won't hurt you!" Master said while running looking for me.

"Aha, bitch I got you!" He dragged me out of the closet.

"No, please don't I'm sorry please." I whimpered.

He started laughing like a psycho man. "Oh no I won't hurt you now but you are coming with me and you'll see me hurting someone else and finally you will kill them for me." He said, smiling like a fucking bitch.

I tried running again but he caught me and carried me to the basement where all the disgusting shit happen.

"First, I'll rape this girl and then punish her, and finally you'll kill her alright?" He questioned me.

No no no!

I looked at the small girl in front of me who looked terrified.

I didn't reply but that didn't stop him he went and did what he did.

"PLEASE STOP!" I saw and heard the cries of the girl while she was getting raped.

This is all my fault I am pathetic I can't help her.

This is my fault.

Someone kill me.

My fault.

"STOPPP!"

*End of nightmare*

I woke up breathing heavily and sweating.

This is why I don't sleep. Nightmares fucking nightmares.

I couldn't save her, I didn't save her and it's my fault she died.

I woke up and saw it was five in the morning. I decided to go wash my face and do some gym.

•••

Today I didn't do much other than pack and watch Netflix. I'm waiting for the day to hit 6:00 pm because that's when we leave for the airport to go to Italy.

It's currently 3:40 in the afternoon and I'm eating noodles because I'm cool like that.

It's finally 5:50 pm and I have my suitcase and duffel bags in front of the door to my apartment, my outfit for the airport consists of white joggers white short stop that is a bra, and a brown jacket with white sneakers.

Richie said he was picking me up and he was almost there so I took my bags and went downstairs. To go to Italy we are taking Richie's private jet because and I quote he said "I am a rich bitch and so are you so why not flaunt the money.. a little bit though." End of quote. His words, not mine.

So we were taking his jet.

Richie came and we greeted each other and left for the airport.

Once all the important stuff was done we boarded the jet and took off.

I decided to take a nap because I barely slept.

So I got comfortable and curled up to sleep on the seats instead of the room because I don't like beds.

3 hours later I woke up. Goddamn, I slept for a while, especially on a plane. I decided to go refresh myself so I stood up stretched and went to the bathroom.

As I looked in front of the mirror I saw a girl with green emerald eyes, full natural pouty lips, high cheekbones, brown hair with highlights that reached my shoulder, and a bit more down. I have a natural hourglass body, i think i inherited that from my family. Speaking of family I don't have one I used to but they left me in an orphanage at a young age and that's why everything went downhill.

At least that's what I got told but I barely give a fuck.

I hope to never see my family if I do... the rest is history.

Anyway, I put my hair up in a ponytail and did my business.

Once I was done I left and went to sit down.

Me and Richie talked about lots of things and Italy. This would be my second time going to Italy and I'm excited.

•••

"Ladies and Gentlemen please wear your seatbelts we are about to land in Sicily Italy, thank you." We heard the captain speaking. We buckled up and waited to land. Even though it's just the two of us the captain still had to be dramatic.

Once we landed we got our handbags aka duffel bags because our suitcase would come to Richie's house that he has in Italy.

Once we got our bags we left to go for the black SUV that was parked and had Richie's driver in.

Richie's driver drove us back to his house, I'm not sure why I'm still tired. I can already feel my sleep schedule ruining itself.

Once we made it to Richie's house I admired the scenery everywhere, I do adore Italy it will always have a place in my heart.

Why don't I live here? I inwardly asked myself. Well, I don't even know the answer to that, but if I had a hint I think it's because Spain has always been where I've lived my whole life, and don't plan on leaving, at least not anytime soon.

Yes, I've gone on vacations a few times but is it a vacation if you have work to do?

Either way, it's really fun seeing new views and trying new things.

"Welcome to the Italian Richie house!" Richie said dramatically as he plopped down the fancy-looking couch.

"Wow, how Italian of you.." I said awkwardly. He started laughing.

"Thanks, so you like it, huh?" Richie's question caught me questioning my apartment.

"Yeah, I do of course! It's so pretty here and the Italian view makes it better!" I joked.

He nodded before telling me to follow him so we could eat some food before doing anything else.

I started walking behind him and wondered what Italy would bring me. One thing for sure is I'm seeing Kelvin and getting answers.