Ezequiel's POV

I am the first to awake surprisingly typically Em is the first to get up waking up to her curled up between Emilio and me was a rare occurrence. She usually wakes up early and then works on concocting her potions, or designing clothes, or baking or cooking something. If she was in the right mood the food would only be poisoned with what she deems is needed to build our immunity to them. All the other times she tries to kill me. Likely the only reason I am not dead by her hand is that Emilio prevents her.

She claims she will be the one to kill me. Would likely find a way to defy death if needed just to kill me. Psychotic girl that she is.

I attempt to get out of Emmy's and out of bed however she doesn't allow it. I sigh and lay back down playing with Em's waiting for my two best friends to wake. She would surely try to kill me for messing with her hair but I also love to rile her up knowing Emilio will most likely stop her from killing me. Getting a replacement for the Ace's team would be difficult especially with our habit of killing people who piss us off. Or annoy us. Or well anything. No one is safe from the rush we get while killing. It is a requirement for every Unseen Nightmare team to have at least three people. While we are not opposed to breaking the rules it can be a pain in the ass to fight with Nacht who of course is a rule follower. I suppose we could kill her and go rogue however that is too much work.

Emilio wakes up and looks at me and Emmy with a snort of laughter. Since I tried to move she latched onto me. When she wakes up this close to me she would definitely try to kill me.

Emilio easily got out of bed smirking at me and I flashed him the middle finger. He began to pack his and my stuff into our bags. We learned a long time ago to let Emmy pack her own things when we both almost died after packing one of her poisonous outfits. Typically she only poisons her clothes with things she makes us build immunity to. I think it was another try on my life. She denies it though.

Emilio finishes up packing and changes quickly and says something about getting some food for us before the airport. Emmy will bitch at us if she doesn't get some type of pastry and if Emilio gets back before she wakes then I may be spared the early morning assassination attempt that is sure to happen. We decided to head to Lille. It was in France we had a small home there where Emmy had a poisons lab and testing subjects. As much as I love killing directly with my hands or knives, watching one of her poisons kill someone was always a fun thing to watch. It would also mean less travel to our next mission.

I look at Emmy with her eyes closed. She looked beautiful, she was always beautiful, however, this peaceful, calm beauty didn't suit her. She was a fighter, a predator, not a calm girl that sits around. That would never be Em.

As I am thinking her eyes snap open and I swear under my breath as her eyes narrow to where her arms were wrapped around me and then to my hand still playing with her hair. She glares at me as she backs up, "Why, pray tell, are your dirty hands all over my beautiful self." She's the one that latched onto me.

"You are the one who grabbed me when I tried to get up."

"You are accusing me of this?" Well, it certainly wasn't my fault. Wouldn't say that though I don't have my death set in stone yet it should be a lot more gory than one of Emmy's poisons.

"Em, it's not a big deal we were all cuddling last night." Her eyes blazed with anger. Fuck. I'm screwed.

"I, my beautiful self, do not cuddle suggest so again and I will carve your eyes out with my dagger." If I were someone else I would be certain the toxic fumes she has inhaled from her poison concocting made her lose her mind but I knew she has always been like this. The real wonder was what her plan was for my eyes.

"Then what were we doing last night?" There is a distinct possibility I have a serious death wish.

She grabbed a dagger from somewhere and in an instant is straddling me and holding the blade to my throat. Someone else I would flip off or fight back with Emmy, her poisoned blade, and lightning reflexes. I would be dead.

Right before she began a tyrant Emilio walks in and ignores our position used to this with the two of us. "I got you three different cherry-flavored pastries and a tea for you to try, Em." Her anger shifts to excitement in an instant and scrambles off me to get to her breakfast. Emilio sends me an amused glance and I glare at him not willing to give him a thank you for most likely stopping his twin from poisoning me yet again.

Emilio and I eat quickly while Emmy slowly eats her pastries savoring the flavor or whatever the fuck she does to eat so slowly. "Once you pack up Ems we'll be good to go."

She gasps at her twin, "You packed your stuff and not mine?"

"I didn't want a repeat of the last time, Emmy."

She frowns, "None of the poisons on my clothes would kill you."

"And I would know this how?"

I roll my eyes and lean back in my chair as I observe the twins' bickering, "You are so rude, Lio, maybe I should poison you."

Her eyes glint in the way that can only predict violence and I sigh, "As amazing as you would look killing Lio aren't you excited to go to Lille." She considers my words then bounces off to pack talking about all the beautiful and cute things in the city. She was the main advocate for us getting a place there.

I get changed as Emmy works on packing up all the shit she insists is needed for our travels and work. While Emilio and I only have one suitcase each Emmy had five along with a backpack and a purse. As always we help her with her bags and we head to the airport where we would relax in Lille for a day or two before our mission.

We get through the airport effortlessly as always with fake IDs and passports and stop at a small cafe to wait for our flight. Emmy plays with her necklace as we wait for our order to be brought out. "You think Russo was telling the truth about those people?"

Why she was thinking about Adelina's claim that our so-called family was the Italian, Russian, and Spanish I didn't know. All Unseen Nightmares were orphans found at orphanages or saved by teams of assassins while they were on missions. It makes no sense that the mafia would give up six children. All mafia men pride themselves on family. It's one of the key aspects between the mafias and other groups. I said as much to the two.

"Why would Addy bring it up though it doesn't matter. So what if we killed them? It would just piss Nacht off." Emmy murmurs mesmerized with her necklace. It was probably modified to hold some type of poison. However, it was true we all had a necklace from our childhood.

Emilio shrugs, "They could just be delusional, back when we were little those three were obsessed with the notion of our family so they found a family we all share characteristics with and use it to build their fantasy.

"Does it matter? It's not likely we'll interact with them unless we are hired for a job. If they come for us then we kill them the same as any other mafia after us."

"What's even the point of family? It just makes our jobs easier when the sentimental family values kick in, letting us kill people so easily." Thankfully we alternated languages throughout our conversations so none of the people around us would call the authorities. As fun as it would be running from them, it would bring us unneeded attention and slow us on our jobs.

The others shrug at my question and our food is brought out providing a new topic of discussion as Emmy begins to ramble about the different ingredients used and how wonderful the tea is.

Once we finish eating we head to our flight gate. We were flying first class as always Emmy wanted to hire a private jet but again that would bring too much attention. She didn't care about that though she thinks flying private would be fun and we had the money for it so why not pay for it.

The flight wasn't too long and I worked on designing a new type of dagger that would cause more pain to a victim without killing them. It would be good for torture although I don't think anything would beat Emmy's poisons. Most of the time when we have to torture for information the person talks without much incentive knowing what would happen if they didn't. Most of the time we torture them a bit anyways though.

Emilio laughs as he types on the computer, "You two made quite a show at the ball apparently." "Of course we did, we were the prettiest ones there."

Emilio shrugs, "Well yeah, and the fact you killed three people under everyone's noses. They are now calling us the Demonic Dolls."

Emmy hums spinning a strand of her hair around her pencil, "Dolls are pretty so we can allow it."

She would probably want to kill everyone in the underworld if she didn't like it.

Emilio and I exchange an amused glance but get back to working. Once in Lille Emmy will spend her time playing with her poisons so Emilio and I would finalize everything for the French mafia job. One of us would have to leave a day earlier and collect the first payment and set everything we would need up for when the other two would arrive. We would be taking down a decent-sized gang in only one day. We've done harder jobs in the past but just like those, it would need a lot of planning. We would follow them for two days and attack on the third.

Jobs like this one weren't as common as we would like so we planned to have fun with this job.

When the plane landed we got off easily and Emmy poisoned some flight attendant who she signaled to us was a bitch while we weren't looking. Neither Emilio nor I care. Emmy kills at least one person a day one way or another.

We grab our bags and get a car to our house without any trouble and once inside we split up to go do our different things. Waiting to start the new job. Boredom can be such a bitch.

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