Vincent stood staring out the window, his hands crossed behind his back. The mask on his face hid whatever expression he had as Mateo fed him with information concerning the Famiglia."Two more spies sent by Viktor have been caught, my Lord. Should I take care of them or you shall deal with them personally?" Mateo asked.Vincent sighed deeply. Those two idiots will make it the fifth case in a month of Viktor's persistent attempt to infiltrate the Famiglia and wouldn't be the last he shall annihilate.That bastard is starting to get on his nerves. Does he have so many men to spare that he sends them straight into the lion's den knowing well they would never make it out alive?!Viktor, Vincent's younger brother and the Don of the Green Hounds, has become increasingly annoying as one of the biggest enemies of the Black Saints.He hates Vincent to the core for murdering their father in cold blood and promised to exert a bloody revenge by killing Vincent with his own hands.When Vincent ha

The Next Day***Isadora stood in front of the exit of the mansion's west wing. The mist suspended close to the earth, creating a white film in midair which made it hard to see. She waited, on guard as a black silhouette approached from the distance, getting closer and closer till she could accurately make out its identity."Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. Had to take care of something first." Felicity apologized habitually.Felicity was dressed up in a light brown overall bib on a white T-shirt and had her blond hair up in a messy bun and she carried a laid-back aura around her.Yellow.Isadora thought again. Even today her color wasn't darker or lighter, just yellow. The kind of yellow that was just good enough."I'm only like a maid here, you instructed me to wait and I did," Isadora said vaguely, her lips pressed together.She didn't notice her hands run up opposite arms a few times."Here," Felicity stepped closer, she wrapped a thick wool scarf around Isadora's neck,

"Mistress Sienna, you don't need to deal with this personally. Leave it to me, I'll take care of her." Dante said as he tried to stop Sienna for the nth time.That daughter of Lance carries such a disgusting bloodline, Sienna's hands shouldn't be sullied by her dirty blood. Isadora isn't worthy enough."You don't need to be worried, Dante. Don't you believe I'll be successful?" Sienna stood out in the open field, the fighting grounds reserved for the men in the B-, Division.Unlike her habit of wearing beautiful dresses, she looked powerful in pants and boots, a confident aura surrounded her.All the men of the B-Division were out to watch the interesting 'show' that would soon happen. The captain of the Division, Dante, hovered around Sienna in case she needed anything.They were quite good friends."Yes, I do." He said with utmost confidence."Then just watch from the sidelines. You've coached me personally and I am your best student, let me remind you of that." Sienna wound a piece

THE NEXT DAYVincent didn't take his eyes off Dr Arturo for one minute as he worked tirelessly through the night to save Isadora's life. The pristine white sheets of his bed had become soaked, crimson red because Isadora laid on it. Due to the slit lucky to be just below her neck, Isadora has lost a lot of blood during the past hours and is hooked to a blood bag iv.Arturo wiped the sweat off his forehead, his back ached as he stood upright for the first time in hours."I've managed to stop the bleeding. I'll stitch it up to seal up the wound." He told Vincent whilst looking at Isadora.So this is the famous heir of the Green hounds, Vincent's most recent possession. He knew he would meet her sooner or later but not in this way. It's a miracle she is still in the land of the living due to how much blood she had lost before he arrived."Make sure it doesn't leave a scar." Vincent replied grumpily.Arturo faced Vincent.And there is this psycho of a person, who tried stopping a dagger

"This should be enough. Her body's temperature will turn back to normal after a while." Dr Arturo said, wringing excess water off a white napkin before setting it on Isadora's forehead.She is now completely asleep and in less pain than when he reached her.Vincent barely paid attention to his words. The Devil masked man sat behind his large desk, bent on work. His bright desk lamp cast some light on his face, making his eyes water a little.This wholesome scene capturing his habit of being hardworking didn't sit quite well with Arturo, on the contrary, it made him very mad.'This lad is ignoring him again'. Doctor Arturo frowned hard, his head wrinkled so much a vein threatened to pop.Decisively, he removed himself from Isadora's side and slammed his hands on Vincent's desk, capturing his attention.'Great the old man is about to throw another tantrum' Vincent thought tiredly, and raised his gaze at him, sure enough, the rain of lectures came flowing."Why don't you take pity on me?