"What's your responsibility as an associate?" Sophia asked out of nowhere. She is already aware of the life that Vincent is in. However, it has always been had her wondering of what are the things that they do in every life. "Why are you asking? Planning to be one?" he asked, chuckling. "Nope, it's not my thing to kill people for someone." "Silly, being an associate is not just about killing somebody for the mafia boss. It is actually more than that," he defensively said before he get the twig that is lying on his side and use it to draw something on the sand. His life, just like the lives of the other associates is hard. They earned the position they're in now and their job wasn't as easy as may people see it. "Well, I don't know that's why I'm asking," she said in return before she glance at what he was doing on the sand. He draw lines that she's interested of seeing the result after since she couldn't understand what he is trying to draw. "You wouldn't want to know. It's
"Fuck that old fucking man," Kingston curse as he pressed the cotton on his wounds. He has no one to help him mend his wounds so he doesn't have a choice but to clean it himself. He bit his lower lip as he pressed the cotton even more on the deep cut on his right leg. He planned to meet Celestine tonight and he doesn't have any plans to cancel it even after what happened to him. All along he thought that Venedict is his real enemy but he was wrong because it was actually Victor. After the conversation he had with Victor he realized that he was the person who control Vincent for years and not Venedict. It was a mistake to not doubt Victor before and he is regretting everything now. He can now say that the things that he heard about Victor before was true. Victor is indeed far different from his younger brother, Venedict because unlike Venedict, Victor is most likely to do the things he wants without thinking of the innocent people that might get involve in the situation. He is spo
Sophia remained silent until they reached the resthouse. There are associates that greeted Vincent as they make their way inside of the house yet they didn't get any response from Vincent, not even a nod. They are used of that attitude of their boss but not Sophia. She doesn't have a single idea for why Vincent asked her to follow him but she's doing it anyway. She is aware that Vincent only find her to personally tell her how thankful he is that she saved the love of his life, Celestine. But she is still hoping that it is not the only reason why he wants to see her. Vincent stepped on the staircase and stopped midway when he feel that no one is following him. He looked over his shoulder and found Sophia at the end of the staircase, eyes on her feet and hands behind her. He cleared his throat. "Why you stopped? Are you alright?" he worriedly asked then he walked downstairs to check on her. She looked up and ask. "Can we just talk here?" "We don't have privacy here," he answered
Celestine has been walking back and forth in her room as she relentlessly worry about Vincent. She patiently wait in hopes that he will be back before it gets dark yet until now, she doesn't have an idea of where he actually is. Just when the sun is about to rise, he is no longer inside of her room and leave but now that the sun had set, he's still not coming back. Even though she didn't want to worry about him, she still couldn't make herself calm and wait for him for another hour without any news from him. She feels like there is something wrong with what is happening. And she wants to find out what it is. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she try to open the door. Earlier, she heard someone called Nicholas for a short meal so she now had the courage to try her luck and get out of the room without an outside guard. When she finally opened the door she opened her eyes and peeked into the small space between the door. She hadn't opened the door wide so she could first
"Hmp!" the man struggled. He tightened his grip on the man's neck and covered the man's mouth with his hand even more to not let him make any noise. The man tries to get away from Kingston's grip on him but no matter what else he does he can't get away from the man. The redness of the man's face and the veins on his forehead and neck indicates that he is starting to have a hard time breathing. Kingston move closer to the man and whisper, "Are you going to stop fighting or get yourself killed by doing that? You choose," he asked calmly while his eyes is observing the people walking past by, trying his lucky if he can recognize anyone. After his conversation with Bonifacio, he borrowed his car and went straight to the hospital, wearing his dirty clothes with band aids all over his body. The soreness of his body is still there, it's beating, his wounds are still fresh but he start to get his mind off of what he feels for Celestine. Earlier, he was about to enter her room when he c
"Long island iced tea cocktail please," she said to the bartender like it's not going to be her third glass of cocktail for tonight. After Vincent left her, she immeditely get out of the house without letting someone know that she is leaving. She don't see any reason for her to stay even longer inside of the house. She has plans of leaving the resthouse and go back to the city where she has a work she has to go back to. But before that, she feel like getting a few drinks first before leaving. She is confuse and at the same time torn between finding who she really is or just continuing her life as Sophia. "Thank you," she said to the waiter after putting her glass of long island iced tea cocktail on the countertop. She hold the glass and immediately take a sip on it. She looked at the glass and just stare at it for a moment. It took her quite some time to realized that she ordered her drink without looking at the cocktail menu. It was as if she is used of ordering this particu
"Sir, the room is ready," the maid who just get inside of the living room announced. Vincent raised his head to look at the maid. His eyes were closed as he try to ease his headache by massaging his temples gently when the maid suddenly arrived. He get out of the couch and he stand straight. He ran his hands over his shirt to remove the wrinkles in it before he faced the maid. He had been waiting for the maids to finish for almost half an hour now which he truly understand since Sophia's room is extremely dirty. "Thank you," he said before he approached Sophia on the couch across from him. She is asleep. Her mouth is slightly open and she's snoring. The maid left the living room immediately after that. When the maid left, VIncent tried to carry Sophia in a way that her sleep wouldn't be disturbed yet when he successfully carried her, she suddenly open her eyes. She blinked twice and she ook intently to his father. "V-Vincent..." "Uhm?" Vincent answered while he is walking towar
"Fucking stupid," he cursed under his breath. He's reviewing his work and he couldn't concentrate on what he was doing. He throw his pen on the wall then he shut off his body on the swivel chair. He want to be beat himself up for being affected by what Sophia did. It was just a kiss for God's sake. He had kissed a lot of women before and he didn't make a fuss over it until now. He lick his lower lip then he stare at the white ceiling of his room. He closed his eyes as he try to rewind what happened earlier. Sophia kissed him. He is trying to feel if his heart would raise by remembering it all over again but he felt nothing but strangeness. It's been years since he last kissed Sophia, of course, he already had forgotten how it feels like against his lips yet now that he felt it again he, for unknown reason, feels like there's something wrong; in a way that he feels like it someone else's lips and not Sophia's. He closed his eyes for a moment and without him knowing it he fell asle
"V-Vincent..." All she remembered was throwing the gun somewhere and she ran towards Vincent. His eyes are wide open as well as his mouth. He's not moving. She tried to wake him by touching his chest yet after minutes of sobbing and trying to save him, nothing happened. His chest is not moving, it was as if he is asleep but his eyes is open. He's not breathing anymore. "N-No, Vincent. Wake up, c-cmon... Wake up p-please," she whispered to his ear even though she knew to herself that no matter what she do, it's already too late. She hugged his body and she sobbed in his chest, hoping that it was just a bad dream even though she still can feel the intensityof the gun when she fired it. "Celestine, let's go. C'mon, you need to leave now. Any minute from now Vincent's men will come to check on what was happening here. We need to go now." Celestine looked at the woman who suddenly speak. It was Sophia. "S-Sophia..." Sophia's eyes is roaming around the mansion checking if Vincent
"Clean the cell, leave no trace of his blood there, burn the gun, his clothes, and his apartment," Vincent authoritively said as he was washing his hands on the sink. His men immediately nodded his head after hearing what his boss had said. They were having a good time talking while eating until they heard a gunshot coming inside of the cell. Everything happened so fast that the the only thing they know was thinking that their boss had planted a bullet in Kingston's head but it wasn't what they are expecting because when they go to see the cell, it was Kingston who is holding their boss' gun. "What the fuck are you still doing here? Didn't you hear what I asked you to do?!" Vincent shouted when he noticed that the associate is still standing next to him like an idiot. Vincent's shout was enough for the associate to get back to his senses and get out of the bathroom and do what his boss asked him to do. Vincent closed his eyes firmly and threw his head back while he is clenching
"Let me go!" She had been screaming yet no one seem to hear her, they are ignoring her. She is inside of a van with five men inside, all of them are wearing masks and they are all silent. There is nothing that could be hear inside except for her screams that don't seem to bother the five men. She closed her eyes firmly and stopped trying to untie her wrists on her back for a moment. She has to remind herself that she had been in this position before, her getting kidnapped by the enemies is something that is not new for her and instead of feeling scared she should think of a way to escape from them, though it might be impossible to do that because what is the strength of a woman compared to five strong men surrounded her. "Good thing you finally get tired of screaming," the man driving the car said while he is chewing a gum. She opened her eyes. "If you think that Vincent will come to save me, you better think again. You got the wrong person. I am not Sophia, you should've taken h
"Fuck," Kingston murmured when he tried to make a movement. His body is sore from all the punches that he had received. He doesn't know how long Vincent had been keeping him inside of the cell because he couldn't see any light from the outside. All he wanted was Vincent's men discovered a new hobby and it is to beat him up every fucking minute. He spit blood on the cold tile floor then he tried his best to move his body for him to comfortably lie on the floor. As he was trying his best to move, he is holding his breath firmly. He can endure the pain but his body needs a rest. He never felt so restless his entire life until Vincent kept him inside of the cell that makes him feel like he is visually impaired. "Fuck this," he continued cursing as he was trying his best to quicken his movement so the pain he might going to feel will be all at once yet his body is not cooperating. He can feel the tiredness of his body. Every inch of his being wants to rest yet in his mind, he keep tel
Celestine stopped walking as soon as she figured out that Saoirse is no longer following her. She turned around to see what her manager was doing and she found her a bit far from where she is with a devilish smile. At first, she is hesitant to call her attention but then she remembered why somehow she wanted to have this conversation with her manager. "Hey! Everything's fine?" she asked loudly, making sure that despite the distance between them she will still be able to hear her. Saoirse who was startled by her voice immediately composed herself, remove the devilish smile on her face, and act as if she had done nothing wrong then she jogged towards Celestine's direction. "Sorry, I just had to reply to that important text message," she explained as soon as she reached Celestine's side. "Anyways, I know a place here where we can talk privately." What Saoirse just said made Celestine's eyebrow raise. She's not in her manager's side for months now unlike before that they are usually t
"Good morning, Miss," the maid greeted as soon as she opened her eyes. Last night, she wasn't able to sleep. She doesn't know if it is about the temperature or is it about the idea that Vincent and her isn't fine. But between the two, she choose to believe that it is because of the room temperature. "W-What time is it already?" she asked as she was helping herself to sit on the bed. The windows in her room is open yet the sunlight is not hurting her skin, giving her an idea that she woke up early today. She looked at the maid confusedly. Maids are not allowed to enter the room, not just her room but in any room without asking for permission that she is confused for why the maid is inside of her room the moment she open her eyes. Even though she wants to point out about the maid tresspassing inside of her room she just decided to shrug the idea off. She wanted to start her morning in a good mood since she slept with a heavy heart last night so instead of scolding the maid she just p
"H-Here's your coffee." She slightly tilted the tray that she was holding. Vincent lick his lower lip and run his fingertips to his scalp. He doesn't have an idea of how he supposed to deal with her after knowing almost everything that she had done. He couldn't believe everything that is on the papers. He couldn't believe everything that Kingston said. Everything is an act of betrayal. Everything isn't true. Celestine planned it, she tried to be in control of his life and he never did question her, it also somehow his fault yet it wouldn't justify the fact that she is the mastermind. She did what she did and he wouldn't let her fall for her stupid game anymore. She might had already plan how everything is going to end for him but he will change it. He will change the ending and it is him who will have the loudest laugh in the finish line that she had prepared for him. "I didn't ask you to bring that to me." He turned his back on her then he pulled his sleeves up. She, on the othe
Celestine hit her shoulder when she felt a mosquito pinching bite. Its blood was on her palm. It's dead. She grimaced, disgusted by the blood that is on her palm. She looked away from her it and wipe it on the hem of her t-shirt. The blood in her palm is something that doesn't freak her out anymore like she used to. Seeing blood anywhere becomes a normal scenario for her ever since she met Vincent. She glance in her palm and even though the blood wasn't there anymore, she can still see it; her hands that is covered by blood. She closed her eyes firmly to keep herself calm but instead of avoiding the idea that her mind had made up for her, she smell the blood. She can smell it. Blood that almost smells like hers, the scent that she's been trying to get out of her system. That smell, it was so familiar. A shovel suddenly entered her mind. The dried red stain in the shovel is what brings her back to the past that she's been trying to get off of her mind but couldn't. "Miss, are
"Did you already sent the letter?" The man slightly nodded his head. "Yes, Sir." "Are you sure that she will receive the letter?" "Certainly, Sir," he answered with great confidence. "Good. Go back to your work now." He rest his back on the backrest of his couch. The letter successfully sent to Celestine, he just hope that the letter reach her before Vincent get to read them. Just when he thought he can finally have his fifteen minutes break, his phone suddenly rang. He pushed himself to reach for the phone on the other side of his table. He picked it up and put the phone against his ear. "Who is this?" he asked. "How are you, Bonifacio?" said the man on the other line with a devilish smirk lingered on his lips. That voice, he knows that voice very well, he know it so well that he immediately recognized the person calling. "Venedict," he said. Venedict chuckled. "Guess you still remember me." He clenched his jaw tightly. They haven't heard anything from Venedict sinc