You think being a criminal is easy, well it isn't. But if your me, its easier than breathing. I'm Isis. Like the Egyptian goddess, but i do not bring love, health and marriage. But I am considered a goddess nonetheless. Some say i'm crazy, some hate me, then some admire and adore me.
I prefer the latter. Now, i am the best criminal in Canada. Canadians are nice, so am I. But snap my patience- I snap your neck. Simple really. I don't get my hand dirty though. I am simply a chess player. Or even the queen in the game. I can move where I want, and I can take down who I want.
I also recently moved my empire to london, because I needed new air. Everyone knows me, I am a criminal mastermind. But in the criminal world? There is only one man who is better than me. He deserves the credit, yet I will take him down.
I walk around London in my blazer, white blouse and tight suit pants. I currently am looking for an apartment for sale. I was looking at this place, which is obviously expensive and gorgeous. I buy it, paying the man a million, so I wouldn't have to think of rent.
I walk around the apartment. Open windows, white furniture. Perfect. I have my men bring me all my supplies, as I talk to my best sniper- davidson.
"So you have memorized every single area and crevice in London right?" He nods. I smile at him.
"For my empire, tell them I will give each one million pounds for their purposes in london. Clothes, housing and stuff ok?" Davidson nods and smiles at me.
"My empire is my baby. Every hard working soul deserves the best." I say smiling. I hug him then wave at him. I turn around to see everything furnished. I go into my bathroom and strip straight away. I go and shower, think of all my hard workers. I smile finished, grabbing a towel and drying myself off.
I then drop the towel and walk around my apartement naked. I walk to my living room to see a man sitting on my couch, all comfortable. He turns to me, and his eyes widen slightly.
"Westwood... You must be Moriarity." I walk to the kitchen,open my fridge, pleasantly surprised to see it full.
"Yes. Your Isis." He states looking at me.
"I sure hope I am. What do you need?" I ask, turning to him. He is still sitting on the couch, but now he's smirking.
"Just warning you that you will fail." I shrug then go sit next to him, my hand on his knee. He looks at it, then at my face.
"Mr. Moriarity..." I whisper in his ear.
"I never lose. Sorry to dissapoint." I then kiss his cheek. He shuts his eyes, then exhales loudly. I know he is trying to calm himself down.
"I always win."
"James, please. I'm powerful, I've gotten all I needed." I say, just having pick pocketed his phone. He widens his eyes, and grabs my wrist. I type in his phone.
"Here." I give it to him. He looks down at his phone, confused.
"I just texted myself all the information in that phone. Including all your contacts, enemies, and your location where you live." I whisper. He smirks.
"I applaud you. Finally some competition." He finishes in a sing-song tone. I smile.
"Highest of compliments. Now however, if you do under any circumstance hurt any of my men, i will hurt you."My tone ends menacingly, my blue eyes burning into his dark brown eyes.
"What will you do? Burn me?" He asks chuckling. I grab his neck and put my lips near his ear. I exhale making him shiver.
"I will hang you with your own intestines. Goodbye." I let go staring into those dark eyes, waiting to hear the door close. I then get dressed and start the day.