Chapter 2

Year: 2006

Bruce had no idea how much time has passed since he climbed that mountain and found Henry. He took him personally for training and if there was someone who could teach Bruce all he needed was him. He also starts to known tails of the man and could see he was concern today, since Bruce had manage to defeat him… and in record time.

"What is wrong?"

"I am sorry Bruce, if my mind isn't in this mountain today." He waited a few more minutes as they both shared they food. "My daughter Nyssa, she was been kidnap by one of my enemies and I have yet to find her."

"You're daughter. Wait, I thought you said your wife died."

"She died, many years ago, but after she passed and I grief I found myself in Russia where I meet a beautiful woman and during our nights of passion Nyssa as created but when this man I speak about killed her, I brought my daughter where, she was just 10, so fragile."

"Why don't we go look for her?"

Days After, somewhere in Africa

He fought many man bravely before he found the chambers where Henry daughter was suppose to be. He opened the door and immediately could see someone lying on the bed. He ran to the figure as he saw a very familiar face, images of a night of passion in Milan a couple of years ago flashed into his mind, that soft olive skin, the big almond-shape chocolate eyes that looked much older than her young age, the perfect lips.

"Nyssa." He whispered surprised. The woman he believed was Italian, an orphan like him but not born in the luxury he so she turned into steeling was actually Henry's daughter. How could this be possible? Worst how could he not know?

"You passed the test." The familiar voice said behind as he turned to see his mentor. At the same time Nyssa got up from the bed and nodded at her father, a conversation happening behind them.

"What do you mean test?"

"My father, he needs someone to take over his organization, for years he was been looking for the right man."

"Until my daughter spoke to me about this mysterious detective that she meet in Milan. A man with incredible instincts and fighting skills."

"That is why you came to meet me at the prison." He says to the man who just nodded as he turned to the beautiful woman behind him: she still had curly bob hairstyle and her long lean body was somehow hidden in her large dark grey dress. "I went to that prison to save you of a worst faith. Because I knew you stole that money and gods know what they would have done with you in there."

"Oh my beloved." She says approaching him as she touched his chin. Her accent was now more seductive and no longer Italian, it looked like Serbian but with a bit of Asian as well, he never heard someone spoke like that in his life. "That money always belonged to me."

"And this little performance?"

"Easy, I told Nyssa to let herself be capture, do you really believe my daughter would be able to get capture this easily? She is the greatest member of the league."

"Thank you father." She says like a soldier takes a compliment from a superior, not as a woman who was praised by her father.

"Why me?"

"My daughter loves you." Bruce just stares between the two of them still not knowing what was going on. "And she wishes to marry you but before that you must become an official member of the group. Now I will let you both have some time for yourselves. We leave to Nanda Parbat tomorrow at midday." He says leaving and closing the large door behind him.

"My beloved I feel my father put a lot of pressure on you." Bruce didn't think it was possible for her voice to be more sensual but it looks like it is. "I did not mean to trick you my love." She says putting both hands on his shoulders as he felt her leg touching his with little pressure.

"I am not your love."

"I was once. Those four weeks we spent together in Milan, I held your heart."

"You tricked me into believing you were someone else, someone who understood pain of losing family, not being able to avenge them, but it was all a trick to allow myself to reveal parts of me no one else knew."

"No my beloved. It doesn't matter if my name is Nyssa or Sandra from Milan, I am both. Everything I told you was truth. I never got to avenge my mother when those men came to kill her as I stay looking at her body frozen with fear, the anger than soon came. That was all me. Nyssa. Sandra was just a name." She says as one of her hands travel to his face close to his hair, his hand on her tinny waist when her waist started to appear. The familiar accentuated curves bringing him more flashes of their nights of passion. Eventually he gave into the temptation.