seven souls seven sins - Chapter 21: Chapter 21
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Flynn's pov:
He raises his weak fist to try punch me when all of a sudden we hear a female scream. It wasn't a scared or funny kind of scream, it was a scared and worried kind of scream. The noise came from the pier and my thoughts immediately go to one person. Whilst in sync, Vincent and I both turn our attention towards the rustic wooden pier.
The scene that was in front of me made me want to claw my eyes out with a dagger..
I saw her, Tash.
A random Brazilian man dressed in all black strangled her from behind. Many other bystanders witnessed this too, and some even pulled out there phones to record. Cowards. Her piece of shit brother and I obviously immediately scurried to her rescue, but by the time we reached her she already had the man in a chokehold.
That's my girl.
I watched in awe, I was practically beaming at her. When we got there all I could hear her say was "Pela última vez, para quem diabos você trabalha?" in Portuguese. (For the last time, who the hell do you work for?) By the looks of him he wasn't just a random hit and run, he was definitely part of a gang or mafia. As I assess the situation, my eyes wander towards the back of the man's neck.
It had a dragon tattoo.
Only one type of mafia had the dragon tattoo, the Brazilians. Fuck, they couldn't have found us already? Could they? We did our best to hide our flight number but I guess someone breached our security. I make a mental note to myself to mention this occurrence to Seb when we are in another meeting together. I slowly begin to trace back into my memories, I remember seeing a dragon tattoo recently. I could even feel it right under my nose.
I had a sudden voltage of electricity burst through my veins, then it hit me, her biological brothers.
When I had previously visited Nat, her brother's had a small but noticeable dragon tattoo over the back of their necks. I dismissed this as I thought that there was NO way in hell that they would be in the Brazilian mafia. It would be completely crazy, I didn't want to disturb Nat any further with this superstitious shit as she is still on edge from the whole Brazil idea in the first place.
I also didn't want to weight her shoulders down anymore.
But what proves my theory right even more is when Vincent says "Decepcioná-la!" (Let her down!) in a commanding voice. As being a bilingual speaker, I know numerous languages, Portuguese being one of them. I didn't inform Nat's biological brothers of this because I wanted to know what they would say about her behind her back.
It was quite a useful skill to posses, especially in times like this.
But what shocked me to my core was when the supposed kidnapper looked up at Vincent and said "Não- Vincent? Desculpe, chefe, pensei que você queria-" (No- Vincent? Sorry, boss I thought that you wanted-) After hearing this, Vincent immediately yells in Portuguese "Não se atreva a dizer mais nada! Falaremos sobre isso em meu escritório." (Don't you dare say another word! We will speak about this in my office.)
What the actual fuck?
Nat and I share a worried glance with one another. I also knew that we were thinking the same thing but she dismissed it quicker than I did. I also know about my conspiracy theory whilst she doesn't, for now at least. I have a bad, BAD feeling about this. A true, random kidnapper wouldn't call a victim's brother 'boss'. Not to mention why did he want to speak with him in his office?
Something was definitely up, and I'm not going to rest until I figure it out.
Vincent's pov:
After I hurriedly scolded the new assassins I hired, I made a discrete head nod for him to visit my office later. He notices this and runs away before anymore publicity stunts take place.
That fucker.
I swear to god he doesn't know how to do anything. I set a mental note to take this up with Adrien about the new hires later. The only mission I sent my assassins to go after was against the British mafia. If that fuck-ward thought that anyone with a British accent was from the mafia he needs a lesson. Who knows how many fuckups happened whilst he was on the clock? And he fucking dares to touch my sister. I redirect my thoughts onto the situation in-front of me.
Natasha Amor Morales.
I walked over to her to assess if she sustained any damages. "Nat, are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you in pain anywhere?" The questions flowed out of me before I could even register what I was saying. I let my nerves and instincts control me for once, and it felt different. It felt like the need to protect her, like a brotherly sixth sense.
I couldn't fathom the possibility of seeing her hurt.
"Woah there, yea I'm a-ok mate. No need to stress." My princess replies calmly. She doesn't appear to be as overwhelmed as I was just mere moments ago. "Oh alright." I manage to get out of my mouth. It was a lame response but I was just relieved she wasn't hurt by that stupid shit hole of an assassin.
"That's my girl." Flynn murmurs discreetly but loud enough for Nat and I to hear. She gives him a small smile in response.
I turn my head towards the second imbecile of my day. I give him an 'If you don't shut up in 5 seconds look, I'm going to have your head on a pitchfork' kinda look. He dismisses my remark as if he didn't hear me properly, which I know he did. Flynn then proceeds to turn his full attention towards me and asks "Why did he speak to you as if you're his boss? Hm?"
Oh shit.
I didn't know that he spoke Portuguese. It wasn't a common language to learn in the UK, but he surprised me nonetheless. I only found out recently that Nat speaks it fluently too. Must be a thing they did in their old area. The stress comes back and rests like heavy weights on my shoulder. I knew deep down, that I shouldn't be lying to Nat, especially after the fact that I'm trying to gain her trust back. But I also can't help the fact that she should never ever find out about the mafia.
And I mean never.
She's has the innocence of a child and I don't plan on changing that anytime soon. Although I did witness her taking down that failed assassin, she is still far off from being mentally developed. She is so young and I don't want her to think of us as dangerous. I dismiss my thoughts and reply to Flynn's stupid question.
I also happen to posses the great skill of lying.
"As a working retailer, I happen to know many thieves that lurk my property. It so happens that Mario has encountered me before and I have warned him to never touch anything that belongs to me again, but unfortunately for him, he has." I announce. A few moments pass before Flynn murmurs sarcastically "I see.."
Well that was weird.
It was almost as if he didn't believe me. Which would be complete, utter nonsense. My ability to lie is impeccable and no one has been able to detect it before. There's no possible way. I just must be self doubting myself again. I'm perfect. I can never not be perfect. That will never be me, ever.
Right, RIGHT?
Whilst this was happening, Nat was just watching us and her eyes playing ping pong between the two of us. I was eager to cut this confrontation to a close. "Nat let's go, it's almost lunch time." I inform her. Flynn looks at her and then back to me and says "Nat can stay with me." What the actual fuck? Who did this man think he is? She's my fucking sister and she's coming with me. "Nat, let's go." I order her louder than before and I begin walking off the pier.
"No." I hear faintly in the distance behind me.
What? I hesitantly turn around to see Nat behind Flynn. "I'm not going to lunch with you." She repeats again. Oh hell no, she did not just have the audacity to say that? "You heard her the first time dipshit." Flynn yells out to me. Even his idiotic voice somehow manages to get on my nerves. I wave over his pathetic insult.
I am officially fed up with this.
They have tested enough of my patience and time. I grab Nat's arm and I forcefully pull her away from Flynn fucking Rider. She couldn't possibly want to spend time with that asswipe over me? A part of me knew that she changed but another part of me desperately wished she hadn't.
I miss the old her, the one that wanted to play barbie's with me 24/7.
As I walk away with Nat, she protests but I tune her out with all the rage that clouds my eyes. I couldn't believe that she actually chose Flynn over me. The fuck? I wanted her to realise that we were her real family. This was getting too repetitive for me. I was too close to the tipping point. I was never like this.
Never.
I realised that I'm being too jealous over Flynn and my princess's friendship together. I have to understand why she prefers him over me and get the fuck over it. The only was from here was up and I needed to work on that. I needed to work on my relationship with Nat, and by doing that, I needed to stop destroying the ones she has with Flynn and that boy Seb.
The rage that once clouded my judgment had vanished. I realise that I'm currently walking through Rio with my hand over Nat's, but when I turn to look at her she's petrified. Her hand is shaking whilst still in my grasp and is telling me to stop. Fear is laced within her eyes along with fright.
fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
I let the rage and jealousy within me overcome and overrule my conscience and do this. My poor baby looks afraid of me. As soon as I realise what I had done I immediately let her pale hand go. I must've been squeezing it too hard. Shit, I'm so fucking stupid. Behind her I see the faint distance of Rio, which means we're only five to six minutes away from the carpark.
"Prin-" I begin.
"NO! You don't get to princess me! Let's just get home already." She raises her voice at me. My heart shatters into a million pieces after hearing my baby yell at me like that. I fucked up, and I fucked up badly. We then hurriedly walked back in silence, including the car ride home. I knew that I had a hard time showing my emotions, even as a kid, but I wouldn't dare to hurt my baby and I did just that. I was left with an empty feeling lingering within my core.
It was crazy how just mere hours ago I thought we were making progress on our relationship, but it then all goes downhill again.
The worst part about it was that it was all my fault. Not Flynn's, not Nat's but mine and mine only. I was the jealous bastard that couldn't see straight. I lead us to our downfall. It was all my fault. I can't believe I cracked in front of someone, especially my princess. She's the only person I cared about and I even messed it up.
I needed to make this right.
times passes
We arrive to the house and I pull into the garage. Then my princess leaves the vehicle and makes her way towards her room. I make my way towards my office. I knew that Adrien and Chase were here at home, Leo was in the office for lab work and the twins were at school. Lunch was in 30 minutes so I had plenty of time to fulfil what I needed to do.
I knew it wasn't much, but if it meant Nat would talk to me, I would take it.
I call my personal assistant to tell her to clear my meeting in 5 minutes for personal reasons and I dial a number that I wouldn't dare to yesterday. You guessed it, Flynn fucking Rider. He picks up after around three rings and answers "Flynn here, who is this?" in his abnormally British accent. I automatically grimace at his response but I remind myself that this is all for Nat's sake.
And I would do it one hundred times for her over and over again.
He raises his weak fist to try punch me when all of a sudden we hear a female scream. It wasn't a scared or funny kind of scream, it was a scared and worried kind of scream. The noise came from the pier and my thoughts immediately go to one person. Whilst in sync, Vincent and I both turn our attention towards the rustic wooden pier.
The scene that was in front of me made me want to claw my eyes out with a dagger..
I saw her, Tash.
A random Brazilian man dressed in all black strangled her from behind. Many other bystanders witnessed this too, and some even pulled out there phones to record. Cowards. Her piece of shit brother and I obviously immediately scurried to her rescue, but by the time we reached her she already had the man in a chokehold.
That's my girl.
I watched in awe, I was practically beaming at her. When we got there all I could hear her say was "Pela última vez, para quem diabos você trabalha?" in Portuguese. (For the last time, who the hell do you work for?) By the looks of him he wasn't just a random hit and run, he was definitely part of a gang or mafia. As I assess the situation, my eyes wander towards the back of the man's neck.
It had a dragon tattoo.
Only one type of mafia had the dragon tattoo, the Brazilians. Fuck, they couldn't have found us already? Could they? We did our best to hide our flight number but I guess someone breached our security. I make a mental note to myself to mention this occurrence to Seb when we are in another meeting together. I slowly begin to trace back into my memories, I remember seeing a dragon tattoo recently. I could even feel it right under my nose.
I had a sudden voltage of electricity burst through my veins, then it hit me, her biological brothers.
When I had previously visited Nat, her brother's had a small but noticeable dragon tattoo over the back of their necks. I dismissed this as I thought that there was NO way in hell that they would be in the Brazilian mafia. It would be completely crazy, I didn't want to disturb Nat any further with this superstitious shit as she is still on edge from the whole Brazil idea in the first place.
I also didn't want to weight her shoulders down anymore.
But what proves my theory right even more is when Vincent says "Decepcioná-la!" (Let her down!) in a commanding voice. As being a bilingual speaker, I know numerous languages, Portuguese being one of them. I didn't inform Nat's biological brothers of this because I wanted to know what they would say about her behind her back.
It was quite a useful skill to posses, especially in times like this.
But what shocked me to my core was when the supposed kidnapper looked up at Vincent and said "Não- Vincent? Desculpe, chefe, pensei que você queria-" (No- Vincent? Sorry, boss I thought that you wanted-) After hearing this, Vincent immediately yells in Portuguese "Não se atreva a dizer mais nada! Falaremos sobre isso em meu escritório." (Don't you dare say another word! We will speak about this in my office.)
What the actual fuck?
Nat and I share a worried glance with one another. I also knew that we were thinking the same thing but she dismissed it quicker than I did. I also know about my conspiracy theory whilst she doesn't, for now at least. I have a bad, BAD feeling about this. A true, random kidnapper wouldn't call a victim's brother 'boss'. Not to mention why did he want to speak with him in his office?
Something was definitely up, and I'm not going to rest until I figure it out.
Vincent's pov:
After I hurriedly scolded the new assassins I hired, I made a discrete head nod for him to visit my office later. He notices this and runs away before anymore publicity stunts take place.
That fucker.
I swear to god he doesn't know how to do anything. I set a mental note to take this up with Adrien about the new hires later. The only mission I sent my assassins to go after was against the British mafia. If that fuck-ward thought that anyone with a British accent was from the mafia he needs a lesson. Who knows how many fuckups happened whilst he was on the clock? And he fucking dares to touch my sister. I redirect my thoughts onto the situation in-front of me.
Natasha Amor Morales.
I walked over to her to assess if she sustained any damages. "Nat, are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you in pain anywhere?" The questions flowed out of me before I could even register what I was saying. I let my nerves and instincts control me for once, and it felt different. It felt like the need to protect her, like a brotherly sixth sense.
I couldn't fathom the possibility of seeing her hurt.
"Woah there, yea I'm a-ok mate. No need to stress." My princess replies calmly. She doesn't appear to be as overwhelmed as I was just mere moments ago. "Oh alright." I manage to get out of my mouth. It was a lame response but I was just relieved she wasn't hurt by that stupid shit hole of an assassin.
"That's my girl." Flynn murmurs discreetly but loud enough for Nat and I to hear. She gives him a small smile in response.
I turn my head towards the second imbecile of my day. I give him an 'If you don't shut up in 5 seconds look, I'm going to have your head on a pitchfork' kinda look. He dismisses my remark as if he didn't hear me properly, which I know he did. Flynn then proceeds to turn his full attention towards me and asks "Why did he speak to you as if you're his boss? Hm?"
Oh shit.
I didn't know that he spoke Portuguese. It wasn't a common language to learn in the UK, but he surprised me nonetheless. I only found out recently that Nat speaks it fluently too. Must be a thing they did in their old area. The stress comes back and rests like heavy weights on my shoulder. I knew deep down, that I shouldn't be lying to Nat, especially after the fact that I'm trying to gain her trust back. But I also can't help the fact that she should never ever find out about the mafia.
And I mean never.
She's has the innocence of a child and I don't plan on changing that anytime soon. Although I did witness her taking down that failed assassin, she is still far off from being mentally developed. She is so young and I don't want her to think of us as dangerous. I dismiss my thoughts and reply to Flynn's stupid question.
I also happen to posses the great skill of lying.
"As a working retailer, I happen to know many thieves that lurk my property. It so happens that Mario has encountered me before and I have warned him to never touch anything that belongs to me again, but unfortunately for him, he has." I announce. A few moments pass before Flynn murmurs sarcastically "I see.."
Well that was weird.
It was almost as if he didn't believe me. Which would be complete, utter nonsense. My ability to lie is impeccable and no one has been able to detect it before. There's no possible way. I just must be self doubting myself again. I'm perfect. I can never not be perfect. That will never be me, ever.
Right, RIGHT?
Whilst this was happening, Nat was just watching us and her eyes playing ping pong between the two of us. I was eager to cut this confrontation to a close. "Nat let's go, it's almost lunch time." I inform her. Flynn looks at her and then back to me and says "Nat can stay with me." What the actual fuck? Who did this man think he is? She's my fucking sister and she's coming with me. "Nat, let's go." I order her louder than before and I begin walking off the pier.
"No." I hear faintly in the distance behind me.
What? I hesitantly turn around to see Nat behind Flynn. "I'm not going to lunch with you." She repeats again. Oh hell no, she did not just have the audacity to say that? "You heard her the first time dipshit." Flynn yells out to me. Even his idiotic voice somehow manages to get on my nerves. I wave over his pathetic insult.
I am officially fed up with this.
They have tested enough of my patience and time. I grab Nat's arm and I forcefully pull her away from Flynn fucking Rider. She couldn't possibly want to spend time with that asswipe over me? A part of me knew that she changed but another part of me desperately wished she hadn't.
I miss the old her, the one that wanted to play barbie's with me 24/7.
As I walk away with Nat, she protests but I tune her out with all the rage that clouds my eyes. I couldn't believe that she actually chose Flynn over me. The fuck? I wanted her to realise that we were her real family. This was getting too repetitive for me. I was too close to the tipping point. I was never like this.
Never.
I realised that I'm being too jealous over Flynn and my princess's friendship together. I have to understand why she prefers him over me and get the fuck over it. The only was from here was up and I needed to work on that. I needed to work on my relationship with Nat, and by doing that, I needed to stop destroying the ones she has with Flynn and that boy Seb.
The rage that once clouded my judgment had vanished. I realise that I'm currently walking through Rio with my hand over Nat's, but when I turn to look at her she's petrified. Her hand is shaking whilst still in my grasp and is telling me to stop. Fear is laced within her eyes along with fright.
fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
I let the rage and jealousy within me overcome and overrule my conscience and do this. My poor baby looks afraid of me. As soon as I realise what I had done I immediately let her pale hand go. I must've been squeezing it too hard. Shit, I'm so fucking stupid. Behind her I see the faint distance of Rio, which means we're only five to six minutes away from the carpark.
"Prin-" I begin.
"NO! You don't get to princess me! Let's just get home already." She raises her voice at me. My heart shatters into a million pieces after hearing my baby yell at me like that. I fucked up, and I fucked up badly. We then hurriedly walked back in silence, including the car ride home. I knew that I had a hard time showing my emotions, even as a kid, but I wouldn't dare to hurt my baby and I did just that. I was left with an empty feeling lingering within my core.
It was crazy how just mere hours ago I thought we were making progress on our relationship, but it then all goes downhill again.
The worst part about it was that it was all my fault. Not Flynn's, not Nat's but mine and mine only. I was the jealous bastard that couldn't see straight. I lead us to our downfall. It was all my fault. I can't believe I cracked in front of someone, especially my princess. She's the only person I cared about and I even messed it up.
I needed to make this right.
times passes
We arrive to the house and I pull into the garage. Then my princess leaves the vehicle and makes her way towards her room. I make my way towards my office. I knew that Adrien and Chase were here at home, Leo was in the office for lab work and the twins were at school. Lunch was in 30 minutes so I had plenty of time to fulfil what I needed to do.
I knew it wasn't much, but if it meant Nat would talk to me, I would take it.
I call my personal assistant to tell her to clear my meeting in 5 minutes for personal reasons and I dial a number that I wouldn't dare to yesterday. You guessed it, Flynn fucking Rider. He picks up after around three rings and answers "Flynn here, who is this?" in his abnormally British accent. I automatically grimace at his response but I remind myself that this is all for Nat's sake.
And I would do it one hundred times for her over and over again.
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