"You called for me, Mr. Knightly."
Vlad came into the private library of Mr. Knightly at four a.m. He just came from traveling and went directly to meet the man who asked for him.
"You came in two days. What a record."
William smiled. He poured some tea for Vlad and asked him to take a sit, facing Mr. Knightly.
Vlad was not fond of English tea made in an Italian household. And he would never drink something he doesn't like, not even out of courtesy. Mr. Knightly put his cup down and asked:
"How did you make it from Siberia, in two days?"
"With some hardship."
"You were in a concentration camp."
Vlad recognized the maid's voice: She was Lauren. He was sure. Wolfgang gave the boy that b*tch as a personal maid. How thrilling. Vlad took out his gun and marched to meet the promised disciple. And little did he see. For the boy looked so soft and thin. Claude was surprised by seeing a man with a gun crossing the long corridor. Spontaneously, he put Lauren behind him and stepped forward: "Who are you?" He asked. Vlad looked at him for a long time and then he threw the gun at Claude, on the floor. The gun reached Claude's foot, but he didn't take it. "Vladimir ?" Lauren muttered "You know him?" Claude asked her without tu
Flora was nowhere to be seen. She ran away... with Vlad. As if Claude needed another reason to resent him. "Boss, we searched everywhere in the mansion and around it. Vlad and the madam are missing for sure" Jimmy said that to Claude and swallowed hard as the boss broke the glass in his hand from anger. "F*ck" he growled. Flora ran away. She ran away from him! She had the f*cking guts to run away from him! He will make her pay for it. He will make her pay for entering his department, dissolving his secret, and striping his soul. He will make her regret it to the core. Claude almost broke his teeth from anger: "Boss?" "Bring them to me, Jimmy. Get her f*cking back
That night, Claude didn’t sleep. He lay on his bed, eyes shut open. And stayed in that position for hours.At one in the morning, he got up. He stood by the window, looking at the raindrops on the glass. He looked up through the window. It rained dogs and cats outside. The rain sound usually relaxes him. But that night, the rain music made him even more anxious.What if Flora had no shelter on this rainy, gloomy night? What if she felt cold, hungry, or uncomfortable?Claude sighed. He knew that Vlad would take good care of her, for sure. But still, he couldn't stop the anxiety. When she used to live in the north, he was comfortable. He knew Jack would never touch her or bother her for he was busy with his wh*res. But, once Claude knew about Jack's madness and new obsession, he rushed to help Flora
The next day, Jimmy came into the dining room where Claude and the two kids were having breakfast. He asked Claude for a moment but the boss denied him:“You want to tell me about last night's intruder don’t you?”Surprised Jimmy exclaimed:“How did you know?!”“It is no big deal. Ask the men to stop the search. Go back to your usual missions.”Jimmy opened his mouth in disbelief. Yesterday, they looked anxious like fools. Today he looks as calm as a saint.After he walked out, Carl asked Claude:“If you want her back, why would you stop the search, Brother Claude?”
One day ago,Flora woke up in Claude's arms. He was asleep, still hugging her tight. The woman looked at his peaceful face. And she felt the urge to sob. What just happened last night?Who did she meet last night?Was it a devil? Was it a monster? Was it Claude?She knew Claude was nothing but a perfect lie.That teen boy's name was not Claude.Flora looked at the man sleeping by her side. And she touched his face gently. It was dawn, and the early sunlight made his face even more handsome. How can a monster be that beautiful? How can she love him that much?At that exact moment, Flora realized she loved this man as she never loved a soul. She could die for him. She could sacrifice anything for him. She could burn all her kingdom for his sake. And she could risk it all without thinking twice.Yesterday, her man almost raped her. Yet, she is not afraid of him. Instead of fear, she felt great pain. What tragedy was he holding inside of him?Yesterday, Flora discovered the silent agony
It was six in the morning. Flora and Vlad were in the middle of their morning training. Vlad kept giving Flora her usual fighting courses. The woman's body was fragile but her spirit was a raging fire. Her body kept improving to not get overpowered by the soul he caged. It was impressive and it made Vlad satisfied.Getting away made her even more energetic. She was no longer the chick under Claude's wing. She became the one in charge. And being the master of his fate makes the person shine."Aren't I improving?""You can't win only by defense, Flora."As he said that, Vlad destroyed the girl's defense and took her to the ground."Your attack is still so weak. You don't have to be afraid of hurting your opponent. You are fighting. You are meant to hurt.""It is just... new to me.""Attacking?""Yes. I spent my life defending. Never did I think about attacking.""Your mind is your first enemy, Flora. You should tame your mind before you train your body."The sun rose after an hour. And
Vlad noticed how relaxed Flora looked the next day. She was calmer and more determined. Everything was going alright till she asked him:"How did Mr. Wolfgang know about me and Claude?"Vlad sighed and kept silent. Flora asked again:"Did Claude talk about me in the past?""A lot.""What did he say?""That you are a friend he has to save from the north one day.""Did he want to fight only to save me from the north?""If that was the case do you think Wolfgang would care about him?"It was Flora's turn to sight this time:"I don't know... I don't know Claude enough to answer such a question.""Yes, you do."Flora kept thinking about this for a whole night. Was he just in love with her? Was it out of loyalty? Then she discovered something: Claude is far away from selfish, so his motives shall be selfless too!"What is your motive, Claude? What was inside that broken boy's head? What is the motive of a traumatized teen? Was it revenge? Hate? Anger?... No this is not you. You are a holy
Flora had a long conversation with Vlad. And she discovered some horrible facts within. "Claude... He can never be! That gentle boy can never be a cold-hearted killer!""The boy you knew was gone, long ago. When I met Claude Knightly for the first time, I only saw an untamed monster."Flora hid her mouth with both her hands and she cried silently as she remembered the broken eyes of the monster in the forbidden department."But he didn't know me," She noticed crying "He remembered me.""He only knew you as a little ten-year-old child. How can that be?""I do not know, Vlad. I do not know. But I am sure I was not afraid of his crazy eyes. I saw my friend. The boy I knew more than I knew Claude. He was waiting for me all of this time to come and save him."Flora broke up in tears as she imagined the pain Claude was holding inside all of those years that he had to kill a whole part of himself just to keep living. She is sure that the little boy was abused. But can it be? Can it be som