Isabel's POV
I hate remembering. It disrupts my thoughts. Makes me feel so much built in anger and hatred. It comes when you least want it to. When you're thinking about something else but it just finds its way from the back of your head to the front. But the thing is you have to think about it.
My father wasn't the best present father but he was my everything.
Standing in my office at the Blackwood dynasty, he's all I can't think of. I trail my hand on the glass desk and fine leather chair and that's when I notice I've been clinging onto my file since I left Callum's office. His scent fills my nose instantly.
Disrupting my thoughts. Not allowing me to think straight. I sit down at my desk with the girl in front of me but the lines are blurred because of my lack of focus. I feel like I've been initiated into this empty, dark and evil dynasty. A lot just makes me shiver.
My fathers world was different from this. He had power. So much power I didn't understand till I was older and he was dead. My father was feared by many except the blackwoods. I always knew there had to be some illegal business they were into to be getting the kind of blood money they make each day.
I remember the first time I saw it all.
11 years ago…
It was silent to the point where any sound made was louder than it was actually meant to. I'd always wondered why the house was more quiet at night.
My intrusive thoughts get to me as I make my way out of my room being extra careful not to make a sound. I passed by my fathers office but I saw his door was slightly open.
My heart told me to walk past and continue exploring but my brain stopped me. I knew I shouldn't have but I just did.
There stood my father in a face I didn't even recognize. A face you fear, you loathe and my thoughts were justified by the men who stood in the office with him. They had a look of fear in their eyes that couldn't be mistaken for another emotion.
I looked in his eyes and all I saw was power. He had this cold demeanor on his face and the men surrounding him were all tense. The silence was so ominous. But they were talking.
About money, loyalty, power, blood and drugs. The key word I picked from all that was bratva and that meant only one thing. The mafia.
One of the men my father was talking to was slightly shaking. His voice wavered as he spoke. He could not even look my father in the eye. He was…afraid. My father being the kindest person I knew wouldn't put that kind of emotion in a person.
My father who was on the other side of the table made a round and stood in front of him. He made a round and stood in front of the man who was shaking.
I saw the devil in my fathers eyes. The power and authority it held. It screamed you're dead.
I knew I had seen enough and backed away from the scene. I went slowly back to my room and locked the door. My chest heaved up and down rapidly. I felt clustered.
I ran over to my bed side table and reached for my journal. My book of fears. I wrote and wrote. From that day my father had changed to me.
Present…..
I snap out of my flashback and slowly gaze out of the window. I remember why I'm here. Not for the job. Not for Callum. But for revenge. I have to find out what happened. Who killed my father?
I'm going to uncover and reveal every single lie and deceit in this family. And then bring them down one by one. Take everything away from them how they did to me.
Even if my father has to do with the success of this plave I will tear it down brick by fucking brick. This is now all about justice. My justice. My satisfaction.
My
jaw ticks, that's when I notice I'm angry. I hate being angry. It's such a useless emotion and it sucks. And I refuse to give them the satisfaction of my anger. I've spent years hiding it.
The plan is to stay hidden, discreet, lurk in the shadows and execute my plan quietly.
I focus back on my actual job. All the paperwork on my desk shows every event, every number and every high person in this society. I study each book carefully, memorize Callum's schedule and then close for the night.
By the time I'm done I notice there's only one light turned on apart from mine and that's Callum's office who is directly opposite me.
He looks stressed, tired and confused. There's dark circles under his eyes and he's combing his hand through his hair which he does every time he's stressed.
Our eyes lock and there's an uncertainty that passes through, I almost feel….pity for him. He holds my gaze with a softened face but as if he realizes his surroundings he locks his jaw and turns his chair.
I clear my throat and get up from my seat. I pack up all the necessary paperwork and head out.
I step into Callum's office and clear my throat.
"I'm leaving. Anything you need?" I ask and he slowly shifts but he doesn't turn at all.
"No." He says and I turn on my heels to leave. "Be here at 8am sharp tomorrow. Black coffee, little to no cream and no sugar." He sighs when he's done talking.
"Yes sir. See you tomorrow." I say not knowing whether to leave or wait so I just leave. Never seeing his face.
I call a cab before I head out and find it waiting for me when I step outside. I feel a pair of eyes on me when I step outside the building. I look up and my eyes lock with his eyes for a minute before he walks away.
Woah the eye contact is crazy…..
I get home and the last thing I see before I sleep is a pair of green-gray eyes.