The Abduction of Celestine Oakmont

Vincent's hand clenches to fist as he watches the CCTV footage of how the old man stole the bag that contained one point five billion of narcotics inside of a hotel room that was supposed to be delivered to his client; Mr. Stevenson, the night before the old man decided to steal it. 

"How does this fucking old man get away from the five of you huh?!" Vincent abruptly shouted to his five stout men assigned to guard the hotel room until the transaction is over that day. 

The five men are now bowing their heads—sweating hard, and uncontrollably swallowing their saliva. 

When no one dared to answer Vincent he lifted his swivel chair and threw it to them. 

"Do I pay you for stupidity huh?!" 

The other associates didn't budge. They are used to his anger. The five men are still lucky because their boss wasn't holding a gun. After all, if he had one on his hand, the five of them would probably soak in their blood on the floor right now. 

"I'll spare your lives but solve this fucking problem that all of you made because of stupidity. Understand?!" Vincent said as he calm himself by brushing the side of his hair using his finger. 

"Yes, Boss," they answered in chorus with trembling voice. 

Vincent looked at the consigliere that is standing on his side. "Vladimir, find this old man's place and other information about him. I want a result within an hour." 

"Copy that, Boss." Vladimir in his black suit bowed to Vincent and excused himself outside of the office. 

As soon as Vladimir closed the door behind him Vincent gestured his associates to leave his office which they all understood. 

Vincent was left alone in his office and let out a deep sigh. "Damn."

He doesn't have any idea of who was the old man but whoever he is Vincent was sure that he would make the old man pay. 

No one messed up with the mafia and gets away with it. 

Like Vincent expected Vladimir, came back to his office for half an hour with a result on his hands. 

"He is Fernando Oakmont. A sixty-five-year-old divorced man who used to be a popular tycoon that suffered from bankruptcy because of his gambling addiction," Vladimir explains as he handed the printed pictures to Vincent. "He has a daughter—Celestine Oakmont who is also popular and known as the highest-paid model in the country. He lives in Aurora Hinterland which is five hours of drive from here." 

Vincent leaned against the glass wall of his office as he scanned the pictures on his hands by throwing the pictures he had seen on the floor. 

Vladimir gave him pictures of Fernando's mansion, car collections, businesses, and his daughter who caught Vincent's attention. 

"Ready the van. I need three associates to come with me, but you." Vincent pointed his finger at Vladimir. "Stay here and wait for my next order."

He can't trust the five idiots again so this time, he wants to be the one to do the work. He loosened his tie and walked outside of his office to quickly change his clothes. 

Vladimir immediately goes to the mansion's parking lot.

"Vlad, I heard that Boss has a problem with the transaction because of the noobs," Sebastian greeted Vladimir as he lights up his cigarette. 

Sebastian automatically offered Vladimir a cigarette that he accepted. "Yeah, you heard it right. But not just that, they also hid what happened for two weeks."

"What the fuck. Are they dead now?" Sebastian asked. 

Vladimir shook his head. "They're lucky bastards." 

Nicholas puffed his cigarette. "How much does the package cost?"

Carter throws a lighter at Vladimir then he lights up his cigarette. "One point five billion."

"Woah, that's big. This is a huge problem," Carter blurted. 

They saw their boss approaching so they throw their cigarettes and stepped on them before hopping in the van. 

"Get home alive, motherfuckers," Vladimir said as he tapped the shoulder of his friends before he closed the van door.  

"Is everything ready?" Vincent asked Vladimir as he fix his wristwatch—putting it properly on his wrist. 

Vladimir nodded his head. "Yes."

"Good."

As soon as Vincent get in the van everyone went silent. Vincent's presence was enough to give tremors on their legs. 

They knew how merciless their boss is. They've lost count of how many people he had killed just because he loses his patience. 

"This morning will be bloody," Sebastian whispered to himself. 

It's been two hours since they left his mansion and Vincent was losing his patience. The idea that the old man's mansion is far pissed him off—big time. 

"Move this fucking van faster!" Vincent shouted to Reynold, his driver that made everyone else in the van gasped. 

"Y-Yes, Sir," Reynold said despite his loud beating heart then he stepped on the gas pedal.  

Vincent taps his finger on his wristwatch. He should hold himself together and wait. The bag that the old man had stolen is important. He needs to get it as soon as possible. 

Vincent had five successful transactions with Mr. Stevenson before, the reason why his client trust him. This transaction was supposed to be a success only if he doesn't go out of the country for a business trip. 

Mr. Stevenson is his biggest client that's why he can't lose him. 

"S-Sir, we're here," Reynold announced. 

Vincent stopped thinking the same time the van stopped moving. 

He comes out of the van as well as his men. 

"I don't know man, but Boss looks in a good mood today," Carter whispered while they're walking behind Vincent. 

"Yeah, he didn't kill the noobs. That must've meant something," Nicholas agreed to him. 

"Can both of you just shut the fuck up? We'll be screwed if Boss hears the both of you," Sebastian scolded them. 

Nicholas and Carter just walked silently after that. 

"Where's Fernando Oakmont?" Vincent asked the security guard while pointing a gun on its head. 

"Sir, we can talk about this without you pointing a gun at me," the security guard said while both of his hands are behind his nape. 

Vincent clenches his jaw tight, losing his patience. 

"I said, where is Fernando Oakmont."

"He's not here, Sir," the security guard calmly said then he slowly reach for his gun. When Sebastian saw it he pulls his gun inside of his pocket, same with Carter and Nicholas. 

"Oh. He's not here?" Vincent sarcastically said. 

"Yes, Sir because—"

Sebastian, Carter, and Nicholas were left dumbstruck when their boss shot the security guard its head. The pavement were painted red as the security guard's face becomes pale. Just a few seconds after that his body dropped to the floor, lifeless. 

"Fuck, I think he's not in a good mood now," Carter said in a low tone of voice. 

 All of them walked past the mansion's gate silently. 

"Find the old man and bring all of the maids here. If they're not cooperative, kill them." Vincent calmly said to three of them as soon as they reached the mansion's garden. 

"Yes, Boss," the three of them said then they immediately run in different directions to find the old man. 

The maids were afraid when a man with a gun in his hands enter the kitchen. All of the maids were asked to sit on the floor and bow their heads. 

"Sir, please don't kill us," the old maid begged when Sebastian asked them to go to the garden where Vincent is waiting. 

"Follow what I say and all of you will be safe." He walked behind the maids to make sure that no one will escape. 

On the other side, Sebastian could see Nicholas behind the other maids as well. 

When the maids reached the garden, Sebastian and Nicholas went inside again to continue the search for Fernando. 

"Where is Fernando Oakmont?" Vincent calmly asked the maids. 

Vincent's question wasn't made for one person but all of them. But out of fear, none of them responded. 

Vincent sighed and pointed his gun at the maid in front of him. "Someone will answer my question or I will make all of you rest in complete silence. Choose." 

"S-Sir," the maid who is at gunpoint spoke. 

"Yes? Need to say something?" 

"S-Sir Fernando is not here. H-He's gone for two weeks now. S-Sir, even his daughter is worried of him." 

Vincent closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down. 

"Boss, the old man is not here," Sebastian said while catching his breath. 

"Where is him?" Vincent asked the maid. 

The maid sobbed. "W-We don't know, Sir." 

"How the fuck you don't know?!" Vincent shouted then he fired his gun two times in the air making the maids cry even more. 

"Where is his daughter?!" Vincent asked the maid in front of him again.

"I'm here." 

Everyone turned their gaze on the woman who spoke. She tried to stay calm because she knew that when she panicked, everyone else probably does the same and she doesn't want any more trouble to happen. 

"I am Celestine Oakmont. The daughter of Fernando Oakmont," she said, introducing herself as she walked towards Vincent's direction.

Vincent's face darkened. "Where is your father?"

"I don't know. He's not going home for two weeks now." 

"And you think I will believe you?" 

Celestine shook her head. "No, I don't."

"Oh damn, what that woman is trying to do is a suicide," Nicholas said that both Sebastian and Carter agreed. 

Celestine took a deep breath. "What do you want from my father?"

"I want your father dead." 

Her hands suddenly went cold and it become sweaty. 

He's intimidating and she's starting to get scared of him but there's no way that she will let him know that. She needs to be brave. 

"Who are you?" Celestine asked with a trembling voice. 

"I am Vincent Mogilevich, the mafia boss your father messed up with."

Celestine gulped and her heartbeat started to race. 

Vincent slowly pointed a gun at her head. "One last question. Where is your father?" 

Celestine clenches her hand to stop herself from crying. "I don't know where he is."

"One last—"

"Just take me, I'll go with you," Celestine said with her eyes closed. 

She needs to hide from her father. This is the only way she knows how to protect him from this man. Not just him, but this is also for their maids who have families to come home to. 

Vincent was about to pull the trigger when they heard a police siren. 

"Oh fuck, Boss, let's go out of here." Carter blurted. 

Celestine thought that the siren had saved her but when she was about to run with the maids, someone grabbed her right arm. 

"Nuh-uh, not so fast, Miss Celestine Oakmont," Vincent said then he carried Celestine out of the mansion. 

Everything happened so fast that the only thing Celestine remembered was she was thrown inside of the van with two men on either side of her. 

She's unable to speak after they put a cloth on her mouth that they tied at the back of her head. And she can't even move properly because the two men tied her hands on her back. 

The ride seemed fast for Celestine because she's afraid. She doesn't know if she'll be able to survive once the van stop. She doesn't know what will happen to her after this. 

"Get her out," Vincent ordered Sebastian to get Celestine out of the van as soon as they reached his mansion. 

Sebastian carried Celestine who is now struggling to get rid of the cloth tied on her wrists. 

He removed Celestine's blindfold and forced her to stand still in front of Vincent. 

She gave Vincent a death glare as soon as the blindfold was removed from her eyes. 

"You know what? You're beautiful... But you're stupid," Vincent said to Celestine. 

She shed a tear but it didn't stop her from swaying her right leg to kick Vincent's crotch. 

"Oh fuck!" Vincent groaned in pain, hands on his crotch. 

"I am not afraid of you bastard," Celestine said with certainty in her voice then she spits on Vincent's shoes despite the coldness in her hands and trembling legs. 

She's afraid of him. But there's no way she will give him the benefit of threatening her.