(Bright’s POV)
Damn. I thought Jade was going to kill me for a moment there. She has blood all over her face like she was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack me. It turns out she was just going to tell me that Cole is looking for me. I almost piss myself back there. I wonder if they're having their lover’s quarrel in the kitchen now. I can only imagine how jealous Jade must be right now. It’s weird, though. Jade can't seem to confess her feelings to Isaac. The latter is very clueless about what she feels. And now, I’m forced to be the one understanding their complex relationship. Why can't she just tell him the truth to get this over with? If she has enough courage to scare the hell out of me, then she should have enough courage to confess what she truly feels for Isaac, too. It’s not really that complicated. Besides, she’s a pretty cool woman. Any man would want to be with her. I’m sure that Isaac wouldn’t reject her.(Bright’s POV) Damn. I thought Jade was going to kill me for a moment there. She has blood all over her face like she was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack me. It turns out she was just going to tell me that Cole is looking for me. I almost piss myself back there. I wonder if they're having their lover’s quarrel in the kitchen now. I can only imagine how jealous Jade must be right now. It’s weird, though. Jade can't seem to confess her feelings to Isaac. The latter is very clueless about what she feels. And now, I’m forced to be the one understanding their complex relationship. Why can't she just tell him the truth to get this over with? If she has enough courage to scare the hell out of me, then she should have enough courage to confess what she truly feels for Isaac, too. It’s not really that complicated. Besides, she’s a pretty cool woman. Any man would want to be with her. I’m sure that Isaac wouldn’t reject her.
(Third Person’s POV) Inside the grand kitchen, Bright and Isaac are busy cooking a traditional Italian dish that they randomly decided to make to kill some time together. Their laughter filled the silent corners of the Vendetta mansion as they played with each other in the fancy kitchen. Bright was serious about learning how to cook, but Isaac would always make fun of him for being clueless to almost everything in the kitchen. He would prank him about the smallest thing, like adding more salt to his soup when he’s not looking, or hiding the ladle when he knows he needs it. This was something he didn't expect from the “always serious” right hand of Cole. He seemed like a very different person since he shared his story with him. It’s like he opened his doors that were closed for the longest time. Even back in prison, he was always frowning and not talking to anyone. He’s just starting to realize how childish Isaac really is a friend. He’s the ki
(Bryan’s POV) “What did you find?” Father asked in a serious tone. I pulled out a brown folder from my professional bag. It contains everything he needs to know about that twink Cole is currently obsessing with. “Not much,” I said, a hint of boredom in my voice. “He’s just a lousy detective who got himself jailed for disclosing confidential information about Cole in his last stupid mission.” Father arched his brows curiously as he scanned the pages. “So, he was in the same prison as Cole?” I nodded. There isn't really anything worth reading at his profile. I don't see the reason why Cole would want to marry him. For fuck? Yeah. I get it. He’s cute. But marriage? That's like tainting his carefully built reputation for all these years. Why would he want to waste that spot on someone like Bright who has no Mafia background? He’s not going to help him in our business. I hope Fat
(Bright’s POV) Wow. That's a hell of a long story. I should have believed him when he told me that he’s about to tell me a long one. I glanced at the window. The sun was still up when he started his dramatic backstory, but it’s dark outside now. I leaned back in my chair, still absorbing everything Isaac just told me. His past was insane. It wasn’t really easy how he got himself into the position where he is right now. It was blood, sweat, and tears. The risks he took to get to where he is now, how he ended up working for Cole—it’s overwhelming. I never expected this from him when I walked into the room. I tend to forget that some of them have lives and backstories, too. I didn’t know what to expect, honestly. Maybe some surface-level story, something vague and distant. But this? This feels raw. Something that came straight out of a documentary movie. I can’t even explain in words how fucked this all are to me. “W
(Isaac’s POV) [Eight Years Ago] My lungs are burning, but that didn’t stop me from running my life out those cops. My legs feel like they’re about to give out, but I didn’t dare to stop. I can’t. Just one second, and they’ll get me just like the rest. I’ve already lost some of the men I came with. And I’m not going to be one of them. The sirens are screaming behind me, but I didn’t dare to look back. I won’t, even if I could hear them bouncing off the buildings, like they’re just right behind me. I can hear it’s getting closer. Damn it. No matter how much I want to keep running, I am already running out of air. I can’t be having this asthma attack at this time. That’s just ridiculous! This won’t do. I have to rest for a second. I darted into a dark alley, pressing myself against the cold brick wall, hoping that I’d magically camouflage, and they wouldn’t be able to see me. My chest rose and fell, but I f
(Bright’s POV) I sat on the edge of my bed, scrolling through my phone, and pretending to be absorbed in whatever nonsense is on the screen. I think I was watching social media influencers doing pranks on people, then I somehow got myself into “other” types of social media influencers eating their food in front of the camera. Honestly, my mind is elsewhere. Cole hasn’t come back all day. The last time I heard from him was still the same time that I woke up without him beside me in bed. I just hate the fact that he’s always away like… I don’t even know why I care at this point It’s not like I want to see him, right? But after what happened today, after that dinner with his controlling psycho Daddy… I just feel weird. Like something is shifting, but I can’t tell if it’s good or bad. The maids are desperately trying to keep me entertained, but I always shoo them away. I’m not really in the mood to do anything right now. I have