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❝She has a reputed past and an illegal love.❞

My mind is filled with chaos. Who is she? Why did she again save me? Where did she come from? The paint splashed on the white canvas where my fingers vigorously tried to make out a scenery.

The first time she saved me it felt like she has something for me but now when she saved me it felt as if she is having a secret pouch of bombs to shatter on me and I won't let that happen for which I have Chase the responsibility to dig her past along with her present. I brushed off the paint from my thumb erasing it on my white vest not bothering it's damage.

The red mixed with the black forming nothing except consuming the red purely into black as if there was called red.

Black. The simple yet dark elegant structure  format executing the life of mine.

Yesterday search paused when we found out Lorenzo was admitted to hospital. He had broken ribs, fractured fingers and broken joints along with his neck that was snapped. The act was brutal as if covering the scenes of a particular shot.

My fingers brutally brush against the canvas using the royal blue paint at the tip of my forefinger and rubbing its edges. I squirt some yellow paint on the plate and dip my fingers and use it to paint the remaining areas. The slow rhythm of the music somehow calm my nerves along with the canvas.

Playing piano and painting are the only escapade of my life. They treat me like no one could. The paints reflects my anger and the canvas as my punching bag. The various colors used are shown as a contribution towards my anger whereas playing piano is the only way to my contentment.

My fingers brush harshly dipping inside the slot and pulling it out and pasting the liquids on the white board.

Unable to pour more heat and anger I lunge the entire paint bucket against the canvas splashing the already broken paintings.

"Knew you would be here." I huff and turn back eyeing Diego.

"Perché sei qui?" I grumble.
(Why are you here?)

He shrugs and walks towards me pulling out his hands out of his pockets. Whenever I look at his hands where his fingers lack, a piece of my heart gets stabbed at how my rivals unleash their beast against someone who are close to my heart just like how Pho-

I shake my head hitting at the back of my head to snap me out of stupid thoughts I am having.

"Still thinking about her?"

"Huh?" I look up where he rolls his eyes chuckling coldly.

"Didn't know you are turned into a pussy." I drill my fingers across the end of my shirt not intending to hit him straight across his face.

"Don't. Provoke. Me." I grit my teeth trying to control my anger.

"Whatever." He looks down knowing who is inferior. I smile darkly.

"So, what information did you derive from that burned place?"

"Nothing except some papers and photos. Due to the heavy scratches and dust we need sometime to find it out. A little whitewash will be necessary. Also about the papers which were nearly burnt down were put into thorough check up for the enlistments of the blurred lines on those scrappy pages."

I nod my head and look straight across the canvas which portrayed our messed up brain. Issues were like havoc and evidences little to nothing. Also the matter of that fucking Russo who thinks I was behind his Antonio's death as if feels like those Deja vu hitting me like the past 9 years earlier scene.

I furrow me brows into a thought that I really wanted to puke it out. "Why didn't the Yardly plan anything against us yet now?"

He shrugs. "Don't know. I even asked the insiders they too didn't get anything except one thing that I forgot to say you."

I look at him with raised brows. "What?"

"They had another kid welcoming that night."

Tell me it's a fucking joke and I will laugh even if I am paralysed.

∞

-twelve days earlier-

"Thank the fuck God, Phoebe already informed us to keep an eye on that leech." Theo informs.

Philip nods his head sipping the cold coffee and looked straight ahead at the Lorenzo' s house.

"I never thought he will be engaged with them." Theo hisses.

"Who knew that idiota will really do something idiotic. However call Phoebe." Philip says. Theo nods and pulls out his phone to call their head.

"Hello, bastard."

Theo laughs. "Sorry for the late call."

"Late call? You nonsense gon case who told you to call me at fucking 1am?"

"Hey, it's not my fault you ordered us and we are doing the assigned task."

Phoebe huffs and asks."What are the updates?"

Theo chuckles coldly. "You were right he is the leech and you can't believe he is working underneath them."

Phoebe chuckles. "I fucking knew it. I was right it feels like the man was saying the right phase."

Theo furrows his brows into confusion along with Philip listening through the speaker. "Who?"

"History is repeating it's twisted way."

Both of them are confused however they didn't dig any hole into the matter. So, they asked the main question they called for. "So what now?"

"Kill. Him." It felt more like an order than a say.

"Sure but what will you chose from the menu of kill?"

Phoebe chuckles. "Accidental death."

"Your wish is on the process of completion. Bye."

"Bye."  Phoebe cut the call and smirks. "You literally thought I won't follow you. You were right old man, History is going to repeat itself but in my way. I will fucking hunt you and then please my beast."

∞

"Shall we start the work?" Theo asks Philip who nods his head.

"But how?" Philip smirks and looks at him and then at the direction of Lorenzo's house. Theo looks confused but when his eyes landed across the house he too smirks.

"Lets start."

"Lets do it."

They called the respective men for the work and within a given hour they arrived with the respective equipment.

The silent night focused on the silent cries of owl hooting and snapping the other organisms to be alert of the upcoming events. The ants too start their work faster not interested to be the victim of the crime they were planting.

"Faster." Theo hisses.

The sound of drilling could be heard but not that loudly as they took care of the pollution which not only will attract the neighbors but the owner too while Philip was in the process of removing the database of the arrival of them from the screen monitored. He thanked silently to Violet for teaching him.

He smiles sadly and looks up at the twinkling star pasted across the pitch black canvas of night. "I miss you, Violet." A tear rolles down at how her laughs, cries, pain reflected right in front of his face.

Who knew that heartless men too have heart that beats just like us.

∞

"The work has been finished." Theo plops down on the leather seat of the car. Philip looks across the street far away from the scene which soon will unfold right in front their eyes.

"Make a video and send  it to Phoebe."

"Sure."

He signs the workers by raiding his thumb as the final blow to take place. The sinners laugh cruelly at how the spark of fire ignited burning the whole house and also the nearby neighbours but as they say little sacrifices are necessary for  big achievement.

∞

Sitting across the ice blue colour bed and visualizing the creature sleeping peacefully in front of me urged me to throw everything just to wake her up. I fist my hand at how she is in content while I am fighting against all the odds. Still the thought of someone to be there as the only child of Yardly yet with no gender known to us except an unknown illustrating shadow.

Deigo walks out after giving me the report of the actual file I have been searching for so long. I still remembered what were written in there.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘠𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 300 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

-𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥
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Yardly Yardly Yardly the title recently turn out to be a headache to me. Every plan, every slot and plot have been granted to them. Nowadays their economic growth increased to 17%, 3% ahead than us.

Reading  the papers and summarizing that our work need more hard work than those bastards I installed hackers to hack their structure and a blue print will be enough to expose their plot but damn their securing wall was too tough for the hackers to even break or enter into their system.

I frustratingly clutch my curls and hold them tight. Why? Why when I literally needed a little tranquillity  in my life it has to end with a big fat headache.

"The injuries weren't that deep thanks to the prevention she took but while doing that her palms have been badly affected.  So I recommend you that you put this given ointment to your wife." My head snaps at the word wife . Oh yeah, a fake product.

"Sure thanks." I say.

"Also, within a week there should be change of bandage across her chest or else it will cause problem if not treated properly and I suggest you too take care of yourself." I nod my head. My upper arm has been bandaged but do I look like I give a shit? Well yes.

"Sure anything else?"

The doctor shakes her head and walks out but stops at the door handle. "You should know it's a miracle that she is alive even if she isn't."

What's wrong with people coming and giving puzzle to solve?

∞

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