"Expect the unexpected."
- Bear Bryant
Lily • Rosa • Jeanine • Park
"That's not the question."
"The question is, where did you get this from?" I could see possible wave of confusment and loss of control which he wanted to deny in every possible way.
"You are not the one asking the questions in this house." He darkened his gaze and moved closer to my body, again restoring his power.
But conforming to someone...that's not the way I was raised. "Stand for yourself." How my mom always used to tell.
"If it's not me asking the questions, then it isn't you either." I escaped from his grip. I broke free from his control. Left the space left behind me empty. Which probably pissed him off.
He lighting fast turned my way and started following me. He accelerated to catch up with me. When he almost did, as he nearly grabbed my shoulder, I turned around and dodged his actions, pulled out the gun that I imperceptibly took from the place where I was a moment ago and aimed it right at him. Basic training. My dad always insisted about Teo and I knowing how to use it in difficult situations.
Victor took a slightly surprised step back and raised his hands above his head as he smirked. He scanned me. My right hand which aimed at him, my left hand hanging and clinging to my body, my slightly turned body to the side, my concentrated aiming...he scanned it all.
I saw he wasn't sure whether to kill me or to just disarm me. But he knew both won't be easy, right?
Quickly, as he tried to reach for his gun in his left side of pants, I scanned the whole area, inconspicuously, realizing everyone was ready to shoot, his guards all hiding outside, aiming their guns onto my direction. The end result of my calculation of the possibilities and logic made me withdraw my gun before Victor could even get it out of his pants.
I knew it wasn't safe to continue and also that he is not the perfect guy to spend the time with.
"Think before you act," my dad's holy rule. It already has saved me countless of times. And I still listen to it. Not thinking about listening to anything else. Not thinking about changing it.
"Did you change your mind about killing me?"
"I've never thought about killing you."
"Well, it didn't seem like it."
"I was just surprised. Nothing more. I didn't expect that type of a gun to find in your house." He diversified his hearing when I started about the gun. Almost as if he didn't hear on anything else.
"How do you know about that gun?" He started ahead, not leaving space between this matter. Why does he want my answer when he didn't even respond on mine? Unfair.
"My dad." I snapped after a quick moment of silence which echoed in my concentrated ears everlasty. Giving him a challenging look. He looked, his expression seemed a little overwhelmed, stressed and questionable.
Victor • Sacco
The day of the flight to South Korea.
I sent a flight attendant to the young lady, after spending the night with her, to inform her about my awaiting after our landing, as I became curious about her, which the flight attendant announced as announced, delivered, said. But after a few minutes after our landing, I knew something was off. I sent a few people to keep an eye on her and bring her, with her consent. Which didn't go well, as they didn't bring her. And there I was stuck. I was left in the dark. That's when I asked for all the information about her. All to the last detail. But she wasn't just someone, as I couldn't get or find all of them.
First time I didn't have any control. And the first time I've been so interested in someone.
The day of the ceremonial welcome in ***** University.
I headed to my car when the ceremonial welcome of the University I invested in, the welcome of new students ended after my intercession; lasting words. The chauffeur already waited for me in my car as I called and informed him about doing so. And I stepped inside. He was waiting for my instructions, while I read about the claimed information about her.
Lily Rosa Jeanine Park. Three names?
I couldn't help it when I saw her on the welcoming.
She keeps appearing in my life.
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About when a young-aged lady rushed into my car, not bothering to tell or warn me about anything, just then I realized who she was. I unaware hid the documents in my hands and approached her while she didn't know yet. Leading the situation.
"Changed your mind?"
She looked at me with a shock in her eyes. Why is she everywhere I think about her?
I got to get to know her, I thought to myself. My brain fighting with my heart all over. And like that I ended up taking her to my house. One of them. It was something past 5PM, the sunset shined brightly. The colored sky wasn't my favorite time to deal with people. I had to wait till dark. Till my comfortable environment.
I grabbed her hand, catching her attention. Taking her to the couch where I sat, directing attention elsewhere, somewhere more interesting. But I didn't expect any of the following events to happen the way they did.
She asked about my most prestigious and important gun out of my whole collection. Out of nowhere. I got suspicious.
There is no one in this world that knows about that gun and is still alive beside me.
Only three.
There are only three people in this words that knows. That's why there is no way she could even possibly know. It's that private and rare that I didn't know how to react. All of the people that were related to this gun or only had any connections with people that knew were killed. No exception. Only those three. And that people are that dangerous and guarded that even I never saw them in person.
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Who is she?
To be continued...