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
Sure enough, Matthias was cornered. The old man in his 60s was silent, not knowing what to answer even though his mouth was already mumbling words that ended up being held back again. Seeing Matthias’ guilty, embarrassed, and cornered face made Victor laugh again. The man puckered the corners of his thin lips, forming a smile that antagonists usually had on screen. “Well, well...." he ended his tense topic, “I’m making things tense, when you’re trying so hard to support your little family.” Victor’s eyes went out the window, the room directly facing the flower field allowed him to see the beautiful figure that had stolen his attention when he walked into this place earlier. “I heard you had a son,” Victor said, starting the conversation with another topic. Matthias followed Victor’s gaze to his sunflower field. The old man sighed heavily. “Yes... I used to have one, but he died when he was only five years old. Now my only child is a young girl who will soon graduate from middle s
“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
The glass shattered. The loud sound broke the silence, shattering the guts of the three heads that were bowed in fear. No one dared to raise their head, not even a glance at their master.The news of the death of one of Luciano's members made the Italian-blooded man furious.Luciano is a relatively new group of gangsters operating in the city of Baton Rouge, the capital of Louisiana. As you can guess from the name, Luciano is led by an Italian named Marino De Luca.Luciano is no different from the underworld organizations in Italy. They valued solidarity between members and with the news of this death, it naturally infuriated the leader."Patrick...," Marino said softly. Her eyes painted a picture of anger, but there was also sadness. "He was my loyal member. He shouldn't have died!"Anger mounting, Marino slammed the object in front of her again. This time it was the wine bottle that had accompanied her last night. It shattered into shapeless pieces of glass."I'm sorry, boss.
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
Victor is silent for a long time, his lips pressed tightly together as if something is holding them together. There was, and it was the words Violet had just said to him.The girl with the golden blonde mane was still staring intently at Victor, and Victor was doing the same. The two of them may not even realize that many seconds have passed just to make eye contact that has no idea what it means.Violet was the first to realize it. She didn’t know why she and Victor had been staring at each other for so long. After his words, Victor no longer wanted to speak.She knew he was a man of few words, but couldn’t he just open his mouth to respond to Violet’s words? Or just give Violet a mumble so that what she’d just said didn’t sound like something so weird that it didn’t need a response. Violet felt very shy and awkward.But that didn’t last long as she began to think that Victor might have been silent because he was thinking about something else that Violet hadn’t intended to say. “No-V
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.
There were many cars parked and the surroundings were crowded, was there something special going on today?"What's going on here?" asked Violet, Victor didn't answer her and just walked until he entered a room where a painting exhibition was being held.Ah... Violet remembers that Victor seems to like painting, considering the conversation they had in the car the first day Violet came to New Orleans. "You really like painting, don't you...?" Violet asked, and Victor again didn't answer her.He remembered that Violet had asked him that question before. He should have known that Victor liked paintings without having to ask like an idiot. That's why Victor ignored her and continued looking at the paintings."What style of painting do you like?" asked Violet, asking the same question she had asked earlier that day. Victor even remembered it and had answered it that day. This time, Victor was also going to ignore Violet's question.Of course, that made Violet a little disappointed. Wh