I put the sunglasses on my eyes, and the strong wind was the first to greet me when I got off the private plane of El Devar, the wide plane landing I saw and my gaze moved at Zech who was heading to where I was, behind him were two men in suits and with an earpiece on their ear connected to the black wire on the right of them.He's wearing a business suit, and there's a smile set on his face. I went downstairs, and when he got closer I was already down. I tucked in the strands of my hair, yet the wind let it loose.“Welcome aboard, Queenie,” he greeted me.The happiness was not on me anymore after an hour of talking with his grandparents before I left the Villa. “Welcome your face, Zech! You just left me and went here without me!” I said full annoyance to him and gave him a sharp look if only his face had disappeared.Earlier my chest was throbbing with annoyance. Talking to his grandparents, I almost admitted that I immediately thought of an answer to their questions. And some questi
I laid the laptop down on the coffee table and excitedly opened it. I miss it for being parted away for days. A smile was on my lips as I opened the laptop. I leaned back on the couch and looked around. Spacious suite with a staircase, two bedrooms, and a living room. Certainly, the clear glass window overlooks the Eiffel Tower in the distance and the beautiful view of the buildings and establishments.The bedroom door opened and I looked at Zech who was newly bathed. He's wearing a red shirt and jogger pants. There's a towel wrapped around his head."What are you doing?" he asked as he approached my habit, eyes fixed on the laptop. "Did Clarisse bring it?"I remember the woman with big eyeglasses, tied with black hair and wearing business attire — white tops over the blazer and black skirt. He was carrying a suitcase containing some belongings I had left behind. I thought Zech had ordered at the hotel who was ringing the doorbell. His secretary, by the way."Yes, and he's giving you
The rhythm of the pen I am holding as it hit the surface of the coffee table, and I shifted my gaze to the empty glass of coffee on the right side of the laptop. I need a coffee, and I have no time to make one. Sighing, I leaned my back on the couch. Three hours searching the web, not even a single important thing I've got from Cailon and its connection to Zech except—I clutched the white sheet of the torn page of a notebook where cursive handwriting of mine of the minimal information I got—he worked at the Agenzia Informazioni e Sicurezza Eesterna of Italy, yet of what his work in there is unknown. That's what I am finding.The file Zech gave me was the connection of what Arzen did to Maverick's brother Clinton in which he betrayed Clinton as one of the mafia leaders who committed horrible acts in Italy. Arzen was one of his trusted friends out of Clinton knowing he was an agent under a secret government organization. When Clinton got captive, Maverick thought Zech was Arzen and the
The car's sudden stop awakened me, and I didn’t know I had fallen asleep on the long trip. I lifted my head, resting on the side of the car on the side of the door. I rolled my eyes inside the car and watched the driver get out of the vehicle approaching my door. I looked outside and saw a two-story house a few meters away from where the car was parked. At the back of the house itself, are tall trees. I didn’t see a single person there except for the clean surroundings with the Bermuda lawn. At the house entrance, there were five steps and two pillars on top of a brownish-red roof. The white house paint seems freshly coatedMy gaze shifted to the driver, and his black raven eyes stared at my hand clutching the wide-opened door of the car. "You need to get out now," he said in an authoritative voice. I immediately went down and picked up my paper bag. The cold air was the first thing I felt to make me feel so stiff."Where are we?" I asked the man who closed the door behind me."Safe
I raised two eyebrows and folded my arms facing the fireplace. The answer I wanted to receive from him became a breeze. The smell of beef patty being fried or whatever of what he was doing with it enveloped the kitchen area up to the living room, hiding my stomach growls and inhaling it made me even more ravenous. A moment ago, the woman whom he hired left after he said so.Before I could utter a question to him, he excused himself that he was hungry, and we would discuss the issue when we were done eating. He wanted me to cook, but I wouldn't unless he had to answer my questions first. And I saw how exhausted his face was, and he decided he'd be the one to cook.It looks like he's cooking a burger. Or is that cooking? I sighed. I got up from my seat and headed for the stairs. If I have to wait for him after knowing it will take him a while, I better do something meaningful.When I got to the second floor, there were three rooms there. So far, the wallpaper is similar to below. My pa
Numerous times I dabbed the tears from my eyes as my hands trembled trying to call my Aunt Beatrice’s number. But it ended in the voice mail.Earlier I was wandering around the living room, and I barely knew what to do. I want to go to the airport today and return to the Philippines to see how she is. “You need to sit down, Queenie. I called my staff there to check on your Aunt's condition.”“I can't! I want to know how she is and what happened. Why the house burned, and why she's unconscious with so much blood lost,” I growled and took a deep breath. “Is she ok? What if she's not? What if she's — I don't know what to think.”And I was stunned when Zech wrapped his arms behind my back. “She’ll be fine, and we will know the truth behind the accident. You are starting to get hysterical.”"What will I do? Just chillax? She's my friend's mother, and she's important to me. I didn’t know what I would do when I lost her. I don't want to lose anyone, Zech,” I reasoned with my blurred eyes. "
When did I go home? I was about to answer when I heard on the line Kyle’s murmur and the sound of the phone dropping and losing the call. I called him again.I was waiting for him to answer the call, yet it disconnected. What happened to him? My vision shifted to Zech's car that stopped, and he immediately got out. I expected someone to be with him, but his serious face gave me curiosity, and his jaw was clenching. Whatever the reason for that, I know that’s not good. When our eyes met, his eyes widened for a moment, and astonishment changed his eyes."Did you cry?" he asked as he got closer, his forehead furrowed. I noticed the side of his jaw that was sore, as well as his lower lip, and I looked down at his injured knuckles."What happened to you?"“Your eyes are swollen. What happened?" his voice was full of worry and touched my cheek. “Did my grandparents call you again? What did they say?”I removed his hand from my face. "Aunt Beatrice died," I said, and suddenly the corners of
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror as the soft towel with chemical liquid erased the fake tattoo in my neckline. My dyed blonde hair turned to my natural hair look, and using an extender made it long as I had before. The silence broke my eardrums, although my heart bled, and the tears were ready to plunge in my eyes. There's no easy part in life in the line of losing a person; the line was too sharp and painful, slicing me through and through. Just how it was always the same emotion choking me up. Black dress. Things I hated in times like this mean one thing. Death. Loss. Pain. Grief. Promise I broke to Kirah. No matter what, I will save her family if things get wrong. But in a blink of an eye, they were snatched like her. I placed the towel on the sink and slammed my fist on the counter. Anger is one of the things I dislike. Once I am on that verge, I lose my senses. I can't take this loss anymore. How many times I banged the counter, but it does not even get rid of this fe