Obinna's POV
I was bored out of my damn mind.
For the past two days, my only source of entertainment had been watching Aisha work her magic. And man, was she a sight to behold.
She was terrifyingly good.
After walking into an interview for a babysitting job just yesterday, she had already slipped into the role as effortlessly as a foot slides into a perfectly worn sock—snug, natural, and deceptively harmless. But I knew better.
That kind of adaptability? Dangerous. Aisha was not someone you wanted as an enemy. Not unless you had a death wish.
Take Alex Voss's son, for example—a spoiled, arrogant, little brat who could make saints rethink their morals. The kind of kid that made you itch to slap common sense into his skull. And yet, in front of Aisha, the little demon turned into a whimpering puppy. The contrast was disturbing, a stark reminder that I needed to keep her close. Very, very close. Because whatever spell she had over people? I wanted no part of it aimed at me.
Up until two days ago, Aisha had zero experience handling kids. But one simple command had flipped a switch in her, turning her into the best babysitter in existence. No one should be that adaptable. And yet, she was. I knew the cost of her abilities—the kind of price that would leave most people a drooling mess in a padded room.
And yet, here she was. Playing house with a devil's spawn.
Still, I was getting anxious. Two days in, and Aisha still hadn't wrapped up the mission. At least not to my satisfaction. Sure, I could storm in, grab Alex by the collar, and politely demand answers, but that would raise all kinds of unwanted alarms. If there was something—or someone—lurking behind the scenes, we didn't want them catching wind of our little investigation just yet.
Earlier this morning, some men had visited Alex, and Aisha had spoken to them. Thanks to Luke's command, I knew she had asked the right questions. I just hoped she wasn't too obvious. Then again, Aisha in this state was damn near untouchable. She could make men spill their darkest secrets just by stroking their egos, and by the way those guys had laughed and bragged, I knew they were already doomed.
And that was the problem.
If these men were involved, things were about to get really messy. And judging by how eager they had been to talk, they were just as deep in this as Alex was. If they weren't, their names wouldn't have ended up in Aisha's diary.
This wasn't just a case of a shady billionaire pulling strings.
This was a network.
I sighed and stretched my arms, trying to shake off the tension. I'd been living on the damn roof for days, and let me tell you—it was not the most comfortable arrangement.
Meanwhile, inside, Aisha and the brat were playing hide-and-seek. And let me just say—this kid was as dumb as they come. His idea of hiding? Standing in a corner with his hands over his eyes, as if not seeing Aisha meant she couldn't see him either.
And Aisha? She played along, pretending she had no clue where he was.
I recorded the whole thing. Oh, Aisha was definitely getting a kick out of this when she snapped back to her real self.
Then came the knock on the door.
My senses sharpened as a man stepped inside—a butler. Alex's butler.
Aisha stood, calming the little monster clinging to her. After some coaxing, he let go, and she followed the butler out.
I moved.
She was led to Alex's study.
Inside, Alex Voss sat waiting, his eyes crawling over Aisha like she was a goddamn meal.
I clenched my fists, forcing down the instinct to rip his throat out. Not yet. Not now. The mission came first.
Aisha took a seat, and the conversation began. I couldn't hear everything, but Alex seemed to be enjoying himself. Too much. His laughter echoed around the room, the smug kind that made my fingers itch for a weapon.
Then, Aisha's tone shifted. Sharpened. Whatever she said had struck a nerve because Alex was thriving on it. He was loving the argument.
Fool.
She had him wrapped around her little finger.
Minutes passed. I was growing restless, but then—bingo.
Alex took out his phone and casually showed Aisha a video. I recognized that clip.
She had done it.
There wasn't a person alive who could crack someone open like Aisha could. She didn't break doors down—she made people hand her the keys and thank her for taking them.
Yet another reminder to never, ever get on her bad side.
But then, something changed.
Alex's gaze dropped lower, trailing over Aisha's body with that look.
A bad feeling settled in my gut.
"What are you doing, Aisha?" I muttered under my breath. "Get out of there."
The mission was already over. She had the information. But if Alex let his disgusting hormones take over, things would get complicated. Killing him now would bring more trouble than we needed.
His body twitched as he spoke, his eyebrows arching slightly—a telltale sign.
He was about to make a move.
I took a slow, deep breath. I needed to stay calm. I needed to—
Then Alex reached forward, grabbed Aisha's hands, and smiled.
The kind of smile that made me see red.
Aisha flinched, trying to pull away.
But he wasn't letting go.
I felt my emotions boiling.
His filthy hands.
Forget the mission—this man was dying right now.
Before I could send him to hell, both of them turned toward the door.
Someone was knocking.
I exhaled, forcing myself to stay calm. The interruption had saved me from making a reckless move. Emotions were dangerous for an assassin, but this was different.
Aisha was my friend.
I would kill this man. Not today, but tomorrow. Or next week. Or whenever the time was right. And when I did, I would make sure he begged for death long before I granted it.
A man in luxurious clothing entered the study. Alex hesitated, then reluctantly told Aisha to leave.
I followed her.
She walked straight to her room and picked up her diary. Then, she began to write.
I exhaled, relieved. Finally, it was over.
Before I could relax, two men with guns appeared in the hallway, heading toward Aisha's door.
I narrowed my eyes. Alex must have told her too much. He wanted to silence her.
It was almost laughable—how the same man who had been drooling over her minutes ago could now so easily decide to kill her. It made even someone like me feel a little disgusted.
But now wasn't the time to dwell on that.
If I killed them, Alex would be alerted. If I let them live, Aisha would die.
There was another option.
I pressed my feet against the wooden frame and launched myself from the ceiling.
I landed in front of Aisha's door, blocking their path.
The men jolted back, eyes wide in shock, but they quickly raised their guns.
Tried to, anyway.
I was faster. Two short knives flashed through the air, embedding themselves in their wrists. Their guns clattered to the floor.
They howled in pain. Blood dripped onto the polished tiles, staining them crimson.
Before they could even think about retrieving their weapons, I was already on them—grabbing each of them by the head and slamming their skulls against the wall.
Fear.
I had forgotten how much I loved it.
Fear makes people betray their loyalty. Fear turns even the bravest into sniveling cowards.
One of the men gasped, blood dribbling from his lips. His partner was barely conscious.
I leaned in close and smiled. Wide.
"The babysitter is dead. You both killed her. The job is done."
The men stiffened. Their faces drained of color.
I tilted my head. "Repeat it."
Their mouths opened and closed in silent horror before they finally stammered out the words.
"The... the babysitter is dead. We... we both killed her. The job is done."
I clapped, grinning. "Louder."
They flinched.
"The babysitter is dead! We both killed her! The job is done!"
They were practically screaming now.
Satisfied, I raised a single finger to my lips. Shh.
"If you don't tell your boss those exact words," I said, my voice dropping into something soft, almost affectionate, "then everyone you love... anyone who shares your blood… will suffer a pain so exquisite that words won't do it justice."
They trembled violently.
"I will make you watch," I continued, "as they scream and beg, as their bodies are torn apart slowly. And when it's finally your turn..." I chuckled. "Well. Let's just say you'll be begging me for more."
One of them let out a strangled whimper.
The other tried to speak but only managed a pathetic, choked sound. "T-Tomorrow… h-he'll see her. He'll know she's alive. H-he'll kill us—"
I patted his head. "Oh, don't worry."
My smile faded.
"She'll be gone by then."
They scrambled away like cornered rats, one of them crawling for a moment before finding his footing and sprinting after his partner.
Pathetic.
Still, this worked in our favor. Now, Aisha had a reason to disappear without suspicion.
I turned the doorknob and stepped into Aisha's room.
She stood by the door, watching me with a curious expression.
Not fear. Not even concern. Just curiosity.
That was... unexpected.
"You're not scared of me?" I asked, tilting my head. "Didn't you hear all that commotion?"
She didn't answer right away, just studied me with a look that made my skin prickle.
Then she smiled.
"You give me a good feeling," she said simply. "Like I've known you before. It's comfortable."
I blinked.
I tried not to smile. Failed miserably.
"You don't find that strange?"
She stuck her tongue out. "Blah. Who cares? I just like the way you make me feel. Can I hug you?"
Her boldness startled me.
I shook my head, walking past her to the table where her diary lay closed.
Before I could touch it—
"Hey! Don't touch that, it's private!"
I sighed. Of course. Luke's command was still in place. If I tried to take it now, she'd attack me.
Time to wake her up.
"Code Phantom," I murmured.
A moment of silence.
Then, I felt it.
The shift.
The real Aisha was back.
I opened the diary, flipping through the pages.
"How did I do?" she asked behind me.
"Beautifully," I replied, scanning the entries.
"That's good." I could hear the smile in her voice.
I turned around and hugged her.
She made a startled sound, but then her arms wrapped around my neck, squeezing tight.
"I missed you," I murmured.
Her face turned red. "Idiot. It's only been a day."
"It's been two," I corrected.
She pulled back, frowning. "Today's Monday. And we're not in school." Her expression darkened. "Did the guys make up a story for Ada about why we didn't show up?"
I scratched my head. "...About that."
Aisha's eyes narrowed.
"Luke called earlier."
I sighed.
"Ada is... really mad."
Aisha groaned, pressing a hand to her forehead. "Damn. This is going to be hard."