Chapter Five

While sitting inside the van, Celestine felt the pain in her handcuffed wrists. She did not bother struggling to get out her hand from the handcuff because it would only bruise her wrists even more. She was unable to move because Alice forcefully tied her ankles using a cable tie a while ago.

Celestine thought that Alice would blindfold her but she was thankful because the woman didn't do it.

"What did Boss say?" Alice asked the man in the front seat as she lights up her cigarette.

"All of us will meet at the hotel," the man replied to Alice.

Alice looked at Celestine. She knew her because almost every famous magazine had Celestine's face as a magazine cover. But as she stared at Celestine she could no longer recognize her.

She was far from the beautiful Celestine that Alice knew.

‘Vincent seems to be doing a great job to make this woman suffer.’ Alice said in her mind.

Alice blew smoke on Celestine's face to annoy her. And it worked because Celestine's blood boiled after what Alice did.

Celestine simultaneously lifted her legs and kicked Alice hard who immediately howled in pain.

"You bitch!" Alice shouted and slapped her hard.

Celestine's cheek went numb and florid. But she didn't mind it.

In a few seconds, she gradually felt the pain on her cheek the reason why she looked at Alice with rage in her eyes.

Alice pulled out her gun and aimed it at Celestine's forehead.

"You think you can escape? Nuh-uh," Alice said and the maiden's breathing became deep. She was controlling herself but Celestine was pushing her to pull the trigger.

Celestine's tears slowly trickled down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and accepted that this might be the last minutes of her life. She knew Alice is capable of killing someone. So there's a big chance, that she would pull the trigger.

"Put the goddamn gun down."

She slowly opened her eyes when she heard a familiar voice.

Celestine saw Vincent pointing a gun at Alice's head. She felt the sudden race of her heartbeat. It was beating fast that she had to hold her chest to make it stop.

"I said put the gun down."

Alice swallowed her saliva then she put down her gun. After that, Sebastian immediately pulled her out of the van.

Vincent moved closer to Celestine and wiped her cheeks. Celestine watched Vincent's every strange move that made her heart beat faster.

He carefully removed the tape on her mouth. "What happened?"

She can't answer him. The only thing she's capable of doing is to stare at his lovely face. It was her first time seeing his face up close and she must say, that he's indeed gorgeous.

Celestine swallowed hard when her gaze turned to his pinkish thin lips.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, making her smell his minty breath.

He caressed her wrists softly.

"N-No," she weakly answered.

Vincent looked at her head. "Fuck, your head is bleeding."

Kingston observed Vincent as he talked to the woman inside of the van. He licked his lower lip and smirked.

"Who is she?" he asked when Vladimir stood up beside him.

"She's the daughter of Fernando. The old man who stole the narcotics."

Kingston nodded his head, still staring at Vincent. "Until when you guys want to keep her? She's useless. You're wasting your time on her."

"Vincent believed that she knew where her father is."

"And what if she doesn't?" Kingston looked at Vladimir.

Vladimir remained silent. He doesn't know what he should say.

"I removed her handcuff and let her escape a while ago."

"What the fuck, Kingston?!"

He chuckled. "Chill bro, I ordered Alice to pick her up. And she did."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Vladimir asked.

Kingston just shrugged his shoulders then walked inside of the hotel.

"Where is Alice?" Nicholas asked as he walked towards Vladimir.

"With Sebastian. That woman nearly killed Miss Oakmont."

"Holy shit, how's Miss Oakmont?"

Vladimir pointed his finger to Vincent who is now carrying Celestine outside the van. Celestine's body is bruised—both of her legs are bleeding, same with her wrists and forehead.

"W-Wait, why he's carrying her?" Nicholas asked out of astonishment.

Vladimir looked at his wristwatch. "He must've planning something."

Vincent knew what kind of woman Celestine was, and as Vladimir said it, she wouldn't speak until he let himself get close to her.

"I-I can walk now, Vincent," Celestine said softly as they entered the hotel.

Vincent tightened his grip on Celestine even more and continued his walk until the two of them could get inside the elevator.

"I said, I can walk now."

Vincent shook his head. "No, you can't. Let me carry you up to your room."

"If you think I'm going to talk about Daddy's place just because you're acting like this to me. I'm going to tell this to you now, I won't say a thing because I don't know where he is in the first place."

He clenched his jaw.

Celestine gently pushed Vincent and forced herself to escape from Vincent's arms but she did not succeed.

When they entered the elevator, Celestine struggled in Vincent's arms even though her whole body was still weak. She needs to get herself away from Vincent.

He cannot be trusted.

"What?! I said let me go!" Celestine shouted in desperation to be free from Vincent's arms. 

"Keep the fuck still! I will carry you to your room. How stupid are you to not understand me huh?"

Celestine who catching her breath did nothing but stop moving. She could hardly move her body. She was still weak and her legs were bruised. So in the end, she decided to just let Vincent do what he wanted to do.

She felt embarrassed when they got out of the elevator and walked past two women who looked at them. Celestine moved closer to Vincent's chest to hide her face. She's a model, and well-known in that field. And for that reason, she wants hidden.

There's no way she would let anyone see her in this state.

Vincent's expensive perfume immediately occupied her nostrils which made her close her eyes. Celestine tried her best to not sniff Vincent's neck.

She needs to remind herself that he's Vincent, the cruel mafia boss who took away her freedom.

When they got inside the hotel room, Vincent immediately walked towards the bedroom and laid Celestine in the king-sized bed.

Vincent was about to walked out of the room when Celestine spoke.

"Thank you," she said.

He stopped walking. "After all of this, I'm the one who will kill you. So stop thanking me," he said before he walked outside of the room.

Celestine looked down on her wrists. "But still, thank you," she murmured.