"IT IS. AND ABOVE ANYTHING, IT'S EXTREMELY TOXIC," SIGH. "And it's similar to Psychopathy, but not identical." But her shock, I guess she finally grasped how bad it is. "Now, enough of his ex and mental illnesses. Back to Damian; he is possessive of those he love, and is also the jealous type, and causes quite the annoyance to his sisters' boyfriends. Easygoing, he's friends with all his siblings, but is closer to Cornel and Florentina; nevertheless, he has two other best friends, both two years older than him: Maximilien Dimont, who's British-French and a top model, owner of Hellhound a luxurious night club in London, and also a mystery-romance writer; and Daniel Van de Kamp, who's British-Swiss and a professional basketball player in London Lions under the jersey 17." Which is funny, because Daniel is shorter than Damian. "Both living in a complex in Hampstead, and together, since the place is big enough for them.
"Damian is the most sport enthusiastic in his family, being a black belt in taekwondo, karate, judo, kung fu, and krav maga. Played football throughout his fundamental and middle school as a striker who's brightest points was dribbling, his high speed, and his shot straight at the goal that never failed; hockey while in highschool as the center; and basketball in college as the point guard of the team. He also was into equestrian, swimming, dancing," which genuinely caught me off guard when I was investigating him, I won't lie, "golf, tennis, fencing, running, boxing, kickboxing, chess, roller and ice skating, hiking, croquet, and cycling. Plus his daily gym."
What a monster. "He's really hyperactive, ain't he?"
Chiara agreed with her uncle. "Indeed. But it's not just that. He gets bored easily, and after mastering the sport in question, he jumps into another one," we also have that in common. "And that's not all, since he does have the skills and the IQ to learn and master it all. I understand why he's so full of himself, since it's not always that you see someone with a 188 of IQ. It's the highest in his entire family, only second to his mother, who's IQ is 180. Regardless of anything, someone with an IQ that high, is considered profoundly gifted. A genius. Damian also shows a photographic memory," like me. "Thus, he learns everything extremely fast compared to normal people."
Her cousin rolled her eyes, "Yours is still higher."
Of course, it is. I'm better than him. "I'm not the spotlight here, he is. Back to what he's skilled at, he not only is good at fighting with martial arts, boxing, and kickboxing, as he is exceptional at archery, fighting with daggers, and in ranging shooting. And I know more about that than anyone. He's the only one between Madalina and Nicolae's children, who knows the Mafia way, even if he doesn't have any direct connection with the Romanian Mafia in the UK. I would say he has the strongest body out of all males in his family, and not just in terms of muscle-wise strength, but in core strength too. He's meticulous and keeps notes on everything related to what he does on his iPad, and the security wasn't the best, so it was easy to get access to it." She said that with a proud grin.
"Sweet baby Jesus," Kevin chuckled. "How invasive."
"I can't investigate someone's life without being invasive, Kevin. It's part of the work," Chiara scoffed. "Damian simply made my work for you easier. That's why I got more on him than on the others. Maybe his reactive depression made him so careless, but it's an amateur mistake nonetheless. They are desperately in need of a better security protection. It was child's play to fill all of those folders on them, that's why it only took me a week," of sleepless nights. "My papa would have been able to protect their information in a second if he was here," and so would I, if I bothered. Which isn't the case.
"Could you do it?" Khloe raised her eyebrows.
She glared at her offended, "Of course, I could. However, I see no reasons to do that. But this ain't important now. Damian made notes daily on all of his exercises, and on his body. Quite the control freak he is," not like I can say merda about that. "He knows how to cook Romanian, British, French, Mexican, Arabian, Chinese cuisine. Just as he speaks more languages than his siblings as well. Them being English, Romanian, Spanish, French, German, Hindi, Italian, Mandarin, Japanese, Brazilian Portuguese, Russian, Korean, Arabian and Greek."
Ugh, prodigy. Kevin clicked his tongue. "How overbearing."
If he thinks he's overbearing, imagine what he thinks of me. "He is, isn't he? And he knows it. That's why he's so egocentric. And he's also good at arts. Drawing, painting, singing, playing the piano, violin, guitar, drum, and the electric guitar."
"Hell! Doesn't he has any damn weakness?" Millie gasped.
Oh? Wow, she's finally annoyed. "He does. It's a phobia to be honest, and can be used against him. He hates reptiles overall, but it's not that simple. Damian has ophidiophobia, which is related to snakes and is understandable. However it's not simply fear, it's a deep terror he feels that makes it impossible for him to even see a picture of the animal, or any kind of animal that looks similar to snakes," and it's also a subtype of severe anxiety, but solely related to this. "To those who have such a phobia, even mentioning the word snake, can cause goosebumps down their spine." She caressed the ends of her braids, "Plus, all of them share a common allergy to sea food. That can be used as a weakness too.
"That aside, Damian graduated from highschool at 15, on the year he turned 16. Got into Oxford, and graduated from Business and Management at 19 years old and with honors, as the top student of his course. All with a strike of winning all of his basketball games during his time there. Being extremely popular and wanted by many men and women, which he didn't really care about, for reasons of his heart still lying with Abigail. At least, that's what he said in some of his digital notes. Then he came back to London and began working on his family's Conglomerate under his father's wing, preparing to be the future Chairman and CEO when Nicolae retires.
"Catholic and traditional. Has two, two-year-old, male black dobermans called Lycan and Dracula, which Marin and Nina got for him as a graduation present. 1.99m, white, black wavy hair around the middle of his neck, light blue eyes that he got from his grandpa Theodor, a body similar to Chris Hemsworth's but also with toned and thick legs. Is the only one with deep dimples in both cheeks. Has 7 tattoos; a winged angel on his back, the angel number 888 on the right side of his lower back, a pair of bat wings in both of his ankles, the phases of the moon on the left lateral of his torso passing through his ribs, a scorpion on the right side of his ribs, and a crown surrounding his right arm four fingers lower than his shoulder.
"He enjoys reading various genres of fiction, and his favorite writers are Stephen King, Jules Verne, Jennifer L. Armentrout, Vi Keeland, Holly Black, J. R. R. Tolkien, and Rick Riordan. Has a good taste in music, and his favorite musicians are Katy Perry, Fall Out Boy, Adele, Linkin Park, Jung Kook, Halsey, and Imagine Dragons." Then she handed then the folder and let out a deep sigh, "Job done. All of them are summarized. Each folder has everything in detail, you can read as many times as you want. Dio mio, I've had enough of this famiglia and I don't even know them. What a bunch of mentally ill people in one place. But it was a good distraction," then she looked at her cousin. "Are you satisfied, Khloe?"
Good. Now she's packed with information on Damian. "More than satisfied, Chiara. You did an amazing job. Thank you, cousin!"
"Don't mind it. It was good to distract my mind," them she got up. "I'll go back to my room now. Sorry, for abruptly interrupting your meal time."
Already? "Can't you stay with us?" Millie asked and Chiara turned to her puzzled. "We could get to know each other better, no?"
I don't feel like it. "Zia Millie, I've already told you more about me than I should. You all know more than you should, so, I believe that's enough. I'm not in a good state to socialize yet, zia, I hope you will understand. This time summarizing all the information I gathered for you was already enough for me."
"Just… don't stay locked up there for an entire month again, okay?" Her uncle asked, worried for her well-being, but she said nothing back, and walked up the stairs.
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Dark Paradise by Lana del Rey played on the speaker of her locked room, as Chiara analyzed all the documents of R. A. Tech, her father's tech security multi-billionaire company, which she would now be managing it through her identity of Black Mamba. As her father left it to her under that cryptic secret alias, instead of Rebecca Armstrong or Chiara Di Matteo. Thus, she can start taking care of it before she takes everything from the will in October, since no one, who's still alive, knows she's Black Mamba, thus, they have no idea she's still underage.
Weeks had passed after the day she handed all the information on the Scarlats to her father's family, and it was already near the end of August. They all had gone to London to spend two weeks there during Khloe's 20th birthday, and though they asked her to come, she refused and stayed in Birmingham. Needing space from them, since they kept trying to interact with her every day, and she was already annoyed by it, even if they had good intentions.
Chiara was still grieving, and she was doing all she could to stay strong, not to cry her as off like she wanted to. Because she knows very well that crying won't change anything. It won't bring her family back. It won't kill the culprit. It won't make the overbearing pain in her chest disappear.
Thus, she focused on what she could do in the moment. Taking care of her dad's legacy was what he wanted for her to do, and working would help her take her mind out of vengeful and dangerous thoughts. It would make her temporarily forget all the hell she was going through, and that was what she needed the most. To forget, even if it just for a second, that her parents and twins were still alive. That they were just temporarily apart from one another, and would soon meet again. Even if that hopeless.