Verlaine. The name had been very much on Victor's mind for the past five years. If you ask Victor if he knows him, the answer is, of course: very well.Long before today, Victor and Verlaine were bound by a sweet and kind relationship. Brother and sister? That's what people called it. Although there was nothing to legally connect the two, and the relationship was just a title. Unexpectedly, it became something Victor could consider real after all this time shutting himself off from the world.Victor liked Verlaine, he was a sweet and sometimes spoiled little brother. Verlaine also liked Victor, the cool older brother who always looked cool in his eyes. It was all wonderful when they were children, yes... that fun-filled world was not the world they would live in forever.When they grow up, the mind starts to move and logic starts to do its job. How...? How did that happen?How could that other person be her brother? How could he, the young master, be as subservient as his men?Ve

That night, there was something that could not fall asleep. Trying repeatedly to close his eyes, but ending up looking at the ceiling of the room he was in. His cold eyes once again glanced at the presence of a girl who was peacefully undisturbed in front of him, that serene face that was able to make him sink back into memories of only her. Victor had no intention of being nostalgic. But when he saw Violet's face once more, his head replayed the scene from three years ago. It's the part where he first sees Violet in the middle of a field of yellow flowers on the cool Vermont plains. Three years ago, Victor Leighton traveled to a small town in the state of Vermont. The place was Woodstock, a small town known for its preserved natural beauty. If you're asking why one of the executives from New Orleans' most notorious mafia group would travel to such a remote and beautiful place, the answer isn't to plan an early retirement or a life plan after he retires from the dark world that rai

“Are you all right, sir?” Violet asked, leaving Victor a little surprised and confused. Victor thought the entire universe knew he was fine, he’d just touched some rose leaves and been yelled at like he’d stolen them. Violet tugged on Victor’s hand, turning it over in her wide palm. “Ah, you should be careful. This is a rose field, didn’t you know?” Violet asked again. Victor was silent, but he really didn’t understand Violet’s train of thought. Roses are the most famous type of flower in the world, the shape is relatively the same even though the types are distinguished only by color, as well as the characteristic thorny stalks of course make people easily identify it. Even if it’s a layman who doesn’t understand flowers. The same goes for Victor. He certainly knew what flowers he was touching. But Violet acted as if Victor had just touched a thorny flower that only grew on the ground in front of his house, which Victor probably didn’t know was poisonous or not. “I know,” Victor

Meanwhile, Verlaine was now walking alone with light steps on the sidewalk. Both corners of his lips were drawn up, forming a sweet smile with a very satisfied look.It hadn't been an hour since he left the enemy base, and he also didn't know whether his enemy was willing to cooperate or not. But looking at his expression, it seemed that he was very confident that Marino would not refuse his offer.Verlaine could not wait to deal with Victor Leighton."Long time no see~" A faintly sung tune accompanied his steps, Verlaine was humming with a bright heart.All the way to the parking lot of a building quite far from Luciano's headquarters, Verlaine could not stop hiding his joy.Even when he was in the car, he still had that look that made the woman in the driver's seat smile even though she didn't know the reason behind the smile."Did you have a good day, Verlaine?" asked the woman with short, shoulder-length straight hair. Verlaine glanced at her, then smiled again."I'm one mi

Noticing that Violet hadn't caught up with him yet, Victor stopped and called out to her. "Don't stay there or go home alone," he said half threateningly. Violet regains her focus and catches up with Victor as they walk toward a car parked some distance from where they last spoke.Victor started the engine and drove away from the French Quarter. At the start of the ride, Violet asked, "What do you have to do here?" to Victor, who was focused on driving his black luxury car."I wanted to go somewhere.""Does that include your job?""No, it doesn't. I'm free today, so I went on personal business. But I saw you at the street market, looking so happy that you wouldn't even notice if someone came to kidnap you."Violet pursed her lips again. Victor's words were economical, but sometimes they sounded scathing and emotionally draining. Fortunately, Violet wasn't the type of person who was easily provoked, so it was no problem for her to reply to his harsh words with something similar.