"Vincent, just go alone. I swear, I'm just fine here," she insisted to Vincent while her eyes are on the huge black gate outside the car.
It is the gate of Vincent called their headquarters. As she said, she's fine just inside of the car because even though the relationship she had with Vincent is far from what it is before, she's a little hesitant to go with him inside of the headquarters that is exclusive for people who are part of the mafia.
"Celestine, it's important for me to see your presence there. What's really bothering you about going inside?" he asked while his hand is on her left leg. She closed her eyes and feel the warmth of his hand on her leg. She opened her eyes again and put her hand on top of his hand, holding it tightly like her decision is depend on it.
"Once I entered that place I wouldn't be the same person again. Yes, I know what to do. I accepted that, but I don't think I would be uncomfortable knowing how powerful you
"How are you, Kingston?" Bonifacio asked as Kingston get out of his helicopter. It was a fun ride for Kingston, he haven't ridden a helicopter since he accepted Vincent's offer to be Celestine's bodyguard. He missed it—being above everyone. "Good. It was fun. My escape will become even more fun if only I was the one flying the helicopter." "Don't worry about that, young man. There would be a lot more chance for you to do that, just keep being true to your words." "I always do. I am true to my words, Mr. Bonifacio," he said as he ran his fingertips through his scalp to fix his hair. Kingston has planned everything, from where he should position himself, to what time Venedict will be out of his office building and to where he would escape after. Just in case Bonifacio wouldn't be there to help him. Bonifacio is a smart man and he is not easily persuaded. That's what Kingston figured out when he first talked to the businessman.
Celestine gently caressed her arms as she overlooked the empty hallway of the headquarters. The hallway is spacious and high-ceilinged as well as each room is made of glass walls that give freedom to see through the insides of each room just by walking past them. She raised her hand to protect her eyes from the sunlight that slanted to the first floor of the headquarters where she's in. The sun is bright but the silence that enveloped the surroundings seemed to be a quiet night with only crickets present in the place. She put her hand down and closed her face to let the sunlight touch her eyes. It's almost half an hour since Vincent ask her permission to leave so he could talk to his associates privately and until now, he's still nowhere. Vincent's father is in critical condition yet Vincent remained calm, different from how she pictured his reaction would be. Someone cleared his throat to Celestine's side that made her open he
Celestine doesn't know where was her feet were leading her. She was walking for minutes now, letting her feet take her without a particular place to go to. The headquarters was bigger than she thought a while ago since now that she's basically giving herself a little tour inside of the headquarters by walking where her feet wants to take her. Now that she's walking alone, every time she walked past by someone of men wearing a black suit, they would throw a glance at her like she was a criminal who just got out inside of the cell unlike when she was with Vincent earlier that all of the men were walking with a straight face. As she continue walking a man holding a rifle approached her. She takes a step back and takes a deep breath. "Miss, you're not allowed to roam around the headquarters. Mr. Mogilevich informed us to keep you in one place. My apologies but we should escort you back—" She cut him off. "Escort me inside o
"Oh my God, yes," she moaned with her teeth biting her lower lip while catching her breath. It was as if she run for miles with no water breaks; she was sweating hard, her thighs were numb, and her arms are tired. Vincent gets off on top of her and gently pulls the duvet up to cover her body. After that, he put some of her hair strands that are blocking him from fully seeing her face and tuck them behind her right ear. Her eyes were shut, her lips were red, and her cheeks were shiny, and blushes like a newly watered rose. His lips curved a smile without him knowing. "Vincent," she murmured with her eyes still closed. "Uhm?" he hummed as an answer while he is busy caressing her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes then she blinked twice to have a clearer vision. Despite the tiredness of her arms she still tries to lift her right arm to put her hand on top of Vincent's hand that is caressing her cheek. As her soft palm touches the b
"How was your dad?" Celestine asked while touching his bare chest using her index finger, tracing the deep scars that Vincent had near his heart. His scars hold a story as deep as what he had endured before and Celestine couldn't stop herself from admiring them. As she looks at them, her heartbeat becomes fast and loud. It's starting to suffocate her. "He's fine. I think he's just fine. He doesn't want to die like this so I know he won't give up," he answered then he kissed her forehead. Celestine removed her gaze from the scars in his chest and move a little away from Vincent. They're still in the bed without any plans of leaving it. As much as Vincent wanted to date Celestine he couldn't. He needs to make sure that everything's going fine with his father first before thinking of himself. He had been very selfish, not only to his associates but also to their family business. He's aware that he spent so much time with Celestine
"Everyone had been terminated, Sir," his most trusted man said over the phone. He glances at Kingston who is still busy checking his collection of wine. He licks his lower lip and speaks over the phone. "Good. I'd like to hear more of that. Let's meet later at night," Bonifacio said in his lowest tone of voice. After the call, he put his phone back in his pocket before turning his attention again to Kingston. Touring Kingston around the mansion isn't part of his plan but their conversation is starting to get boring that he needed to do something to keep Kingston entertained. He wasn't regretting his decision yet because Kingston isn't touching any of his things. "Does Vincent contact you already?" Kingston asked, his hands behind him while still busy wandering his eyes around Bonifacio's office inside of his mansion. He must say that Bonifacio's wealth isn't that far when it is compared to what Mogilevich has. However, Bonifaci
"Sorry but I can't do the project," Celestine said as she make her way out of Vincent's office. She gingerly closed the door then she walk towards the railings and put one of her arms on it. "Celestine, I'm not rushing you to decide about this project right away. You still have a week to decide so please think about this first," Saoirse said as she lean her back against the swivel chair. "And besides, the company isn't asking much of your time to do the project unlike the other offers so please think about this very seriously before you decide. I won't consider your decision for now," she added. Celestine let out a soft sigh. She doesn't want to do the project because she is thinking of quitting. All her life modeling becomes the center of her life, she feels like without it she's wasting her time. But now, she realized that modeling is her dream and she had already reached that dream now it's time for her to put herself first and let go of it.
"Boss," Balthazar greeted as he answered the call after closing the car door. He stopped the car for a moment because in just half an hour of him driving Vincent called him. As much as he wanted to just answer the call inside of the car, he can't because of Celestine. There are some things that Celestine shouldn't hear of. And he doesn't trust her. "Change of plans. Don't drive her to the hotel, drive her to the resthouse instead," Vincent said while glancing to his wrist to check the time. "Is that all, boss?" he asked with evident respect in his tone of voice. "Yes, drive her to the resthouse. If she asks, don't answer her. Don't let her know that you will drive her to the resthouse and not to the hotel, understand?" "Yes, boss." "Good. After driving her to the resthouse don't leave and guard her. No one is in the resthouse except for the maids so make sure that Celestine is safe," Vincent remind