"Fuck," Kingston murmured when he tried to make a movement. His body is sore from all the punches that he had received. He doesn't know how long Vincent had been keeping him inside of the cell because he couldn't see any light from the outside. All he wanted was Vincent's men discovered a new hobby and it is to beat him up every fucking minute. He spit blood on the cold tile floor then he tried his best to move his body for him to comfortably lie on the floor. As he was trying his best to move, he is holding his breath firmly. He can endure the pain but his body needs a rest. He never felt so restless his entire life until Vincent kept him inside of the cell that makes him feel like he is visually impaired. "Fuck this," he continued cursing as he was trying his best to quicken his movement so the pain he might going to feel will be all at once yet his body is not cooperating. He can feel the tiredness of his body. Every inch of his being wants to rest yet in his mind, he keep tel
"Let me go!" She had been screaming yet no one seem to hear her, they are ignoring her. She is inside of a van with five men inside, all of them are wearing masks and they are all silent. There is nothing that could be hear inside except for her screams that don't seem to bother the five men. She closed her eyes firmly and stopped trying to untie her wrists on her back for a moment. She has to remind herself that she had been in this position before, her getting kidnapped by the enemies is something that is not new for her and instead of feeling scared she should think of a way to escape from them, though it might be impossible to do that because what is the strength of a woman compared to five strong men surrounded her. "Good thing you finally get tired of screaming," the man driving the car said while he is chewing a gum. She opened her eyes. "If you think that Vincent will come to save me, you better think again. You got the wrong person. I am not Sophia, you should've taken h
"Clean the cell, leave no trace of his blood there, burn the gun, his clothes, and his apartment," Vincent authoritively said as he was washing his hands on the sink. His men immediately nodded his head after hearing what his boss had said. They were having a good time talking while eating until they heard a gunshot coming inside of the cell. Everything happened so fast that the the only thing they know was thinking that their boss had planted a bullet in Kingston's head but it wasn't what they are expecting because when they go to see the cell, it was Kingston who is holding their boss' gun. "What the fuck are you still doing here? Didn't you hear what I asked you to do?!" Vincent shouted when he noticed that the associate is still standing next to him like an idiot. Vincent's shout was enough for the associate to get back to his senses and get out of the bathroom and do what his boss asked him to do. Vincent closed his eyes firmly and threw his head back while he is clenching
"V-Vincent..." All she remembered was throwing the gun somewhere and she ran towards Vincent. His eyes are wide open as well as his mouth. He's not moving. She tried to wake him by touching his chest yet after minutes of sobbing and trying to save him, nothing happened. His chest is not moving, it was as if he is asleep but his eyes is open. He's not breathing anymore. "N-No, Vincent. Wake up, c-cmon... Wake up p-please," she whispered to his ear even though she knew to herself that no matter what she do, it's already too late. She hugged his body and she sobbed in his chest, hoping that it was just a bad dream even though she still can feel the intensityof the gun when she fired it. "Celestine, let's go. C'mon, you need to leave now. Any minute from now Vincent's men will come to check on what was happening here. We need to go now." Celestine looked at the woman who suddenly speak. It was Sophia. "S-Sophia..." Sophia's eyes is roaming around the mansion checking if Vincent
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
"Enjoy your stay, Miss Oakmont." Celestine groaned after someone forcefully pushed her inside of a dark room making her sat on the cold floor. Tears welled in her eyes when she heard how the man locked the door, not leaving a space for light to shine through the room. She hugged herself as her shoulders quivered. She can't see anything, she feels like she has gone blind. She can't even hear the slightest noise outside. It's as if the darkroom tarnished her ability to think and feel. Celestine clenched the hem of her shirt when the wind whistled giving her goosebumps. She closed her eyes and had accepted that this might be the last day of her life. "I love you, Dad," she whispered to herself. Vincent massages his temple with his eyes closed. There's so much on his plate right now but on top of all that was Fernando. He heard a knock on his door. "It's open." Niccolo entered his office. "Boss,
"Ouch." Celestine felt a pinching itch to different parts of her body and it's driving her crazy. She's been slapping her body for God knows how many hours and until now she's still doing it. Every bite of mosquitoes is giving her goosebumps and it's making her feel uncomfortable. "I don't want here anymore," she said to herself as she threw her head back to stop her tears from rolling down her cheeks but no matter how much she tried to stop herself from crying, her mouth quivered and she started sobbing. "Daddy..." It is gut-wrenching. She never did imagine that one day she'll be caged inside of a darkroom like she's on a death row waiting for her turn. She's a model, she is supposed to be living her best life right now but she's here—staring blankly at the darkroom with nothing but her clothes on and her desperation to come out of here. She misses her father. She hopes that whenever he is right now, he's fine. Celestine no longer fee
When Celestine felt the touch of cold water on her face she felt relieved. Being kept inside of a dark, dirty cell felt like she's been inside of it for years and she had forgotten the feeling of cold water. She looked in the mirror and could barely recognize herself—her cheeks and lips that used to be pinkish were now pale and dry. Her eyes that used to be the most beautiful part of herself are now looked gloomy and tired. Her gaze went to her bruised wrists and caressed them. She felt the urge to cry when she also noticed the red dots all over her body due to the mosquitoes that did nothing but bite her every night. She looked at herself in front of the mirror. "No." She shook her head. "I know you can. You have to be brave. I know you can," she whispered to herself. She was startled when someone kicked the comfort room door. "Make it fast, woman!" Celestine wiped her wet face using the hem of her shirt that she has been wear