LOGINSaint finished dressing and had just stepped out when a guard found him in the hallway, wandering about. "Storm." The man inclined his head respectfully. "Boss Nicolas is back and has informed me to bring you to see him. I am guessing you are less busy now?”Saint nodded.“So please...this way." “Hmm. Lead the way." He followed the man behind, climbing the few stairs that seemed to lead towards another angle of the mansion. They reached a set of glass doors and the man pushed one of them open, gesturing him through and then shut it firmly once Saint had stepped inside. The space opened into a private pool area with sunlight glinting sharp against the water. Nicolas was mid-lap, cutting through the surface of the water with such powerful strokes that would have made one conclude that he was a professional athlete. He was unbothered by the audience he had and just remained focused until he got to the other end. Saint's mouth went dry despite himself. He watched helplessly and u
"You have to release the boy." The Commander instructed Simon, one of the City's local inspectors. Simon frowned heavily at this order. His hands that were behind his back carefully found their way to his sides as he adjusted his position. "Sir? We should release him?" "Yes. Release him." "But he is a major suspect in this case. His fingerprints were found all over the murder weapon." Simon insisted. "So are you claiming that he committed the offence?" Simon shut his eyes briefly, wet his lips with his tongue and nodded. "Not at all, sir. I am just saying that I don't think it is appropriate that we let a major suspect go while investigations are still ongoing." "Inspector Simon," the Commander called it with agitation. "Sir!" Simon stood firmly. "Who is the boss between you and I?" "You are the boss, Commander." "Good. Now go do what I say. His people are here to bail him out already and keep it from the media that he is a part of
A car drove right into the Vale family compound. After it had parked just right at the entrance of the mansion, Saint stepped out of the car with his duffel slung over one shoulder. His jaw was tight beneath the mask as two guards led him inside the mansion. "Have a seat. Someone will attend to you shortly." One of the men informed him and Saint nodded. He put his bag on the floor and waited. Upstairs inside a room built like an office, Nicolas had watched Storm walk into the house with a pleased expression. He glanced at his father who was busy scribbling down something with a serious expression. "I had no idea Storm was the person you had in mind for the job." He said, walking back to the desk. He pulled the chair out and sat on it. "Hm. He will be assisting with the Peter situation. Vincent offered to loan him to us for some time. Maybe we can also see how capable he is and use him for our benefits."Nicolas nodded. "That is good. I'm assuming he is working directly u
The underground bar buzzed low with music and the air was full of smoke. It was clear that such a place like this was reserved for men who preferred their business and pleasure kept far from public eyes. Nicolas slid into the booth across from Aaron, already reaching for the bottle sitting between them. “I thought you weren't going to come.” “The motherfucker fainted before I could drive a knife through his throat.”Aaron laughed. “All talk but no action. Despicable.” "So,” Aaron leaned back, arms spread along the top of the seat as he watched his friend pour some wine into his cup. “How is married life treating you? Or well… should I call it your soon-to-be-married life?" "Don't start." Nicolas drowned half of the glass in one go. "I'm just asking." Aaron grinned, unbothered. "You've barely mentioned her since the introduction. What is the verdict though? Tolerable? Insufferable? Clingy? Annoying? Submissive? Somewhere in between all?" "She is fine." Nicolas sh
Saint stepped into Vincent's office, wondering what instructions he had for him. He guessed that it was probably going to have something to do with this marriage thing. But what he got instead made his stomach drop somewhere near his feet. "Now that the Vale family is gone, I think this is the right time to let you know what the next course of action is." He cleared his throat and settled into his chair. "You will be assigned as Seraphina's personal bodyguard." Vincent said, not looking up from the documents on his desk. "This is to be done with immediate effect." "Her bodyguard?" Saint kept his voice humble though confusion was already knotting tight in his chest. "Isn't that a role better suited for one of your other men? If I am to be her bodyguard, I won't be able to focus on other things..." "Leave those other things alone. I will have Paul be in charge of them. It would have been a role better suited for others if I only needed someone to protect her."Saint frowned d
"Adorable?" Saint repeated as if offended by that. "Yes, adorable." Nicolas moved closer. "What? You don't like it when I call you that, hmm? My adorable soon to be brother-in-law?" He teased him, clearly enjoying the reaction. Saint wasn't sure what he must have done in his past life as an offence but this was just too much of a punishment for him. "You don't even know me. You can't see my face." "Well, that won't take too long now, will it? Moreover, I don't have to see your face to know you are adorable. Your voice gave it out.” Saint wanted to dig a hole and bury himself. How can a tough looking man like him who had dragged his dagger blade through the abdomen of tens of people be called ‘adorable?’ “You still haven't answered my questions. Why the name 'Storm?'" "I will only answer if you apologise and promise never to utter that word again." "Which word?' Say it so I can understand." Nicolas feigned ignorance. Saint curled his fists. What a trickster!







