Chapter 04

Karen Bass

As we were having coffee clark told me that big dad called and requested my presence in a week and i can't refuse, he will choose the best assassins to form a new team so i don't have much choice i'll have to go.

I noticed that Clark looked worried about it, but I didn't ask anything at the right time. I do that, I decided to get out of the cabin for a while and practice my movements!

I don't like to stand still, I need to exercise, it helps a lot to pass the time, I see the silhouette of Clark in combat clothes staring at me, he throws a knife in my direction and says.

"This is for you to defend yourself!"

Today I will teach you how the tournaments work in which you will have to fight, where the only prize is your life.

- I swallow hard when Clark told me that, he approaches to hit me with a dagger I try to move away commenting.

- Clark waits!

I'm not ready yet...

He didn't even let me finish talking, and attacking me I try to dodge, but even so, this motherfucker made a shallow cut in the skin of my arm.

That burns like hell and still mocks what a bastard!

— Come on Karen… you need to be more attentive and quick!

Believing that your opponent will give you a chance?

To retaliate?

Well, I tell you no!

The fights start bodily, but then the weapons are thrown, so that the best wins and whoever is faster and more agile wins.— He comes towards me and punches me in the stomach!

Fucking hell, I know now he's not kidding, he's not acting like the Clark I know, he's acting like my tutor.

Hell I have to turn this game around, yet he doesn't even give me a chance and cuts me again with the dagger, motherfucker this cut is hurting more, fuck it.

— On the battlefield your opponents will be unisex!

Both men and women, there are no rules, whoever is stronger wins and acted!

Clark trips me and that makes my murderous part go on high alert!

It's me or him.

If you don't react, you'll end up killing me or I'll be very hurt.

I quickly move away, jumping back, regaining my strength, and I sweep clark with a punch, then punch him in the eye, grab the knife to attack him close to the chest, but he is faster and pushes me to the side. getting on top of me, however I free myself by hitting my head in his face and I give him a kick if he wants to fight he will have, Clark and I have a physical fight and without thinking twice I pull my knife and cut his arm I see his own give a cry of pain commenting.

"You... Son of a bitch, you cut me!"

He looked at me seriously so I retort with a mocking air.

"Each one uses the weapons he has!"

My dear...

Clark lunges at me, but I fight back anyway, punching him in the face, it makes his nose bleed, so he backs off.

— That's enough... That already made you understand the message, you have to adapt to this new training;

You have five days to do your best, now come let's go in I'll take care of these bruises... - I just watch him disappear through the door as I lie on the freezing snow.

Those 5 days were the heaviest training days I've ever had in my life, Clark didn't make it easy for me even with his injured foot due to the fall I took.

But I also didn't play weak after this training he and I went back to Los Angeles, to the main headquarters and on top of that I had to wear a 'sexy' and casual dress for the evening in black and long plus it had a strap and a slit on the leg where Clark put a dagger over my 'underwear' sock said that would be useful, then I returned to the room and put on the damn dress and black heels 15 hate dress I don't like it at all, after dressed, he also hired a makeup artist who made me stunning still admired my beauty in front of the mirror, thinking: why dress like that?

To die for." These guys from the organization don't quite hit the head. After ready I go downstairs and see Clark waiting for me in the room, he is in a beautiful blue suit which enhances his beauty even more when he sees me his eyes sparkle and his own whistles provocatively.

- It huh?

You are wonderful and beautiful!

Those women are going to hate you just for looking at you so beautiful…" I huff in anger and roll my eyes and reply.

"I'm just using this shit out of obligation!"

I can't stand a dress or high shoes, my legs hurt.

Clark laugh giving me his hand to join him.

- We will!

You bitch, you really don't have a choice.

I roll my eyes and head outside and get into a fancy car.

When we get to that event, I see several people, I hate places that have a lot of people, women look at me with an ugly face.

Clark was right, I continue on to the lounge where he's talking to some friends while I just watch everything, but then a very handsome man calls his name and I notice Clark stiffen beside me, clenching his jaw and looking at him.

- Finally!

Clark, you arrived... I started to assume you wouldn't come! - Clark squeezes my hand, before saying something to this man.

- Yea!

Domenico I always keep my commitments!

The man smiles mischievously and looks at me curiously and comments.

- Then!

Is she the girl?

What do I always hear people commenting here at the headquarters?

He arches his eyebrows curiously and pulls me forward and looks me up and down.

- Yea!

Beautiful isn't it?

I see the man take my hand and bring it to his mouth, politely confessing.

— Yes, very beautiful, my pleasure, Miss Domenico Fernandes!

- He blinks and I give Clark a confused look that I answer still serious.

"Karen, that's the big daddy!"

Our boss...

My eyes widen at finally meeting the man everyone fears and is afraid of, so I clear my throat and comment a little shyly.

I never thought he was so young, I imagined a much older man.

"It's a pleasure, Signor Domenico!"

— Clark chuckles softly at my way of expressing himself and Domenico responds with a smile.

- Please!

Without you, I'm not that old, you can call me Domenico.

I get a little embarrassed as he smiles calmly holding out his hand.

"Please dance with me a little?"

— I don't even have time to answer, because the man is already dragging me to the hall, he really seems to want to be alone with me.

He's playing a soft, romantic song Domenico grab my back so we dance like we're a couple.

As I watch Clark grip the champagne glass tightly in his hand, I'm sure he's controlling his jealousy and Domenico looks at me seriously as if he's reviewing something or someone from his past.

This night promises.