Being A Man Like Saint - Chapter Three
Memories and heated discussions....
As he drove along, the chilling thoughts of an event eight years ago invaded his mind. He wished it hadn't happened. His young, innocent mind had misled him and made him believe in the happiness he had wanted to hold on to. It wasn't meant to last. A song on his radio pushed all his thoughts away;
'The night burns away, leavin' only a memory of our love. The heat of our hearts burn their way in causing my heart more damage. Now it's goodbye forever. No more chances to say I'm sorry. Now as you leave I say I love you. I know it's not good enough anymore after it all but I just have to say I love you. Now don't forget the love we shared, just remember the tears I've shed only for you...'
He remembered that song. His mother had played it many times as she ventured around their house. Her soft, melodious voice joined in with the singer's gruff voice causing a magical duet to take place. He remembered her holding him close and he felt her body rumble as she sang. It was her lullaby for him. She hadn't sung that song since he was little. Now her body was too frail for her to even say a word. She was in a coma that no one was able to understand why. He gripped onto the steering wheel and noticed his knuckles turning a ghastly white. He didn't feel pain off it. He had gone through worse. All he felt was the terrifying feeling that his mom would never wake up. She would never smile at him, her blue eyes sparkling, say how much she loved him again in his life or even say 'Damien'.
The thought of how he would never see her do that again scared him. She didn't deserve to die. He was the one who made all the mistakes in his life. He felt a tear travel its way down his cheek and he wiped it briskly. Crying wasn't an option. It was a sign of weakness and he didn't need anyone to use it against him. He needed to be strong for his mom. She was all he had. He pulled his mind out of those thoughts and focused on the task at hand. V had said she needed him to be in formal clothing and at HQ by 1 pm. What she want always happened. It was now 11 am and he had about and hours left to drive. Throwing his aviator shades on, he stepped onto the gas pedal, as if begging for more speed. A small breeze flooded through his open window and he smiled at the feel of it. "You sure know how to clean up." V said as she saw Damien walk toward her.
His immaculate black suit and matching silk tie caught her attention. His sandy blonde hair was slicked back and he held a serious look on his boyish face. "I hope that's a compliment." He said with a grim smile. She eyed him carefully and turned her back to him. "Whatever keeps the tears from falling." She said as she walked around the room. Her tall black heels clacked onto the marble floor and Damien couldn't help but stare. Her black curls drifted past her shoulders giving her look romanticism yet she wasn't the romantic type. She burned with only a passion for making her opponent feel pathetic and make them wish they had never met her. As of now, her silver dress clung to her body as if it had no other choice. Her gray blue eyes burned their way through everyone's toughest barrier and questioned them smartly. V was enigmatic. Her sharp ways made him question his masculinity. He was one of the top spies in their system and yet she was the only one who got to him and made him feel weak.
She was what created the system. She knew how to break a person quicker than a snap. Click and boom. They would be done for. They would have no clue that this one woman had destroyed their existence. Power, money, fame. None of it meant anything if V turned everyone against them. Truth be told, she was a manipulator, waiting for that easy prey to give her patience a try. The woman was cold and cunning, a deathly combination. "Would you quit staring and get over here?" V said, pulling Damien out of his trance. He loosened his body and walked toward her slowly. "Anything to get close to you." He said with a flirty smile. She shot him a disbelieving look and shook her head. She opened a laptop and showed him a picture. He looked at her questioningly and she held a mysterious glint in her eyes. His eyes traveled throughout her body and he couldn't help it. "Eyes on the screen Saint." V said as she pointed to the files of a certain man. "Xavier Millets. He works for our current case's prime suspect. He is the mastermind behind their architectural plans.
He tells them which places are the most quiet and unnoticeable. "We are going to make him bust their next location." V said as she switched pages. "So why did I have to dress formally for this?" Damien said as he took notes on the man's appearance. V turned to him fully and he caught a hint of her perfume. He didn't mind the thoughts of her pressed against him begging him for a sweet kiss that accompanied the sweet smell of her perfume. "You and I are going to a party which he is attending. I tried to ask Clarks to accompany me but he isn't able to. I guess marriage really does weigh you down. We need to get the information out of him to get to the bigger suspect. Got it?" she said in a stern voice. Damien nodded and stared at the screen once more to fully know the man. "Yeah I have a plan but I'm not willing to share it with you till we're in the car. Is he a married man?" Damien asked as V pulled away from him. "Nothing says he is. Why?" She asked as she closed laptop.
"It's part of my plan. Now think of his past connections that we can pretend to be. Past acquaintances or ones he had only seen once. It would be easier if they're someone he had only associated with once." Damien said as she moved around the room. V took off her heels and threw them across the room. She walked to a chair and pulled out a gun. She placed the gun on its holster and placed the Velcro belt around her thigh. Damien, being a man, watched closely and licked his lip slowly. She pulled her dress skirt down and eyed herself in the mirror. She smoothed out places where the gun was visible and smiled at herself approvingly. "Last time I looked like this was at my brother's wedding, except I didn't need a gun. Well for the exception of that ex-boyfriend. I should've brought it with me. He deserves to get shot." V said as she gracefully pulled her heels on. Damien grinned and realized that was her true nature. With that, they left the building.
'The night burns away, leavin' only a memory of our love. The heat of our hearts burn their way in causing my heart more damage. Now it's goodbye forever. No more chances to say I'm sorry. Now as you leave I say I love you. I know it's not good enough anymore after it all but I just have to say I love you. Now don't forget the love we shared, just remember the tears I've shed only for you...'
He remembered that song. His mother had played it many times as she ventured around their house. Her soft, melodious voice joined in with the singer's gruff voice causing a magical duet to take place. He remembered her holding him close and he felt her body rumble as she sang. It was her lullaby for him. She hadn't sung that song since he was little. Now her body was too frail for her to even say a word. She was in a coma that no one was able to understand why. He gripped onto the steering wheel and noticed his knuckles turning a ghastly white. He didn't feel pain off it. He had gone through worse. All he felt was the terrifying feeling that his mom would never wake up. She would never smile at him, her blue eyes sparkling, say how much she loved him again in his life or even say 'Damien'.
The thought of how he would never see her do that again scared him. She didn't deserve to die. He was the one who made all the mistakes in his life. He felt a tear travel its way down his cheek and he wiped it briskly. Crying wasn't an option. It was a sign of weakness and he didn't need anyone to use it against him. He needed to be strong for his mom. She was all he had. He pulled his mind out of those thoughts and focused on the task at hand. V had said she needed him to be in formal clothing and at HQ by 1 pm. What she want always happened. It was now 11 am and he had about and hours left to drive. Throwing his aviator shades on, he stepped onto the gas pedal, as if begging for more speed. A small breeze flooded through his open window and he smiled at the feel of it. "You sure know how to clean up." V said as she saw Damien walk toward her.
His immaculate black suit and matching silk tie caught her attention. His sandy blonde hair was slicked back and he held a serious look on his boyish face. "I hope that's a compliment." He said with a grim smile. She eyed him carefully and turned her back to him. "Whatever keeps the tears from falling." She said as she walked around the room. Her tall black heels clacked onto the marble floor and Damien couldn't help but stare. Her black curls drifted past her shoulders giving her look romanticism yet she wasn't the romantic type. She burned with only a passion for making her opponent feel pathetic and make them wish they had never met her. As of now, her silver dress clung to her body as if it had no other choice. Her gray blue eyes burned their way through everyone's toughest barrier and questioned them smartly. V was enigmatic. Her sharp ways made him question his masculinity. He was one of the top spies in their system and yet she was the only one who got to him and made him feel weak.
She was what created the system. She knew how to break a person quicker than a snap. Click and boom. They would be done for. They would have no clue that this one woman had destroyed their existence. Power, money, fame. None of it meant anything if V turned everyone against them. Truth be told, she was a manipulator, waiting for that easy prey to give her patience a try. The woman was cold and cunning, a deathly combination. "Would you quit staring and get over here?" V said, pulling Damien out of his trance. He loosened his body and walked toward her slowly. "Anything to get close to you." He said with a flirty smile. She shot him a disbelieving look and shook her head. She opened a laptop and showed him a picture. He looked at her questioningly and she held a mysterious glint in her eyes. His eyes traveled throughout her body and he couldn't help it. "Eyes on the screen Saint." V said as she pointed to the files of a certain man. "Xavier Millets. He works for our current case's prime suspect. He is the mastermind behind their architectural plans.
He tells them which places are the most quiet and unnoticeable. "We are going to make him bust their next location." V said as she switched pages. "So why did I have to dress formally for this?" Damien said as he took notes on the man's appearance. V turned to him fully and he caught a hint of her perfume. He didn't mind the thoughts of her pressed against him begging him for a sweet kiss that accompanied the sweet smell of her perfume. "You and I are going to a party which he is attending. I tried to ask Clarks to accompany me but he isn't able to. I guess marriage really does weigh you down. We need to get the information out of him to get to the bigger suspect. Got it?" she said in a stern voice. Damien nodded and stared at the screen once more to fully know the man. "Yeah I have a plan but I'm not willing to share it with you till we're in the car. Is he a married man?" Damien asked as V pulled away from him. "Nothing says he is. Why?" She asked as she closed laptop.
"It's part of my plan. Now think of his past connections that we can pretend to be. Past acquaintances or ones he had only seen once. It would be easier if they're someone he had only associated with once." Damien said as she moved around the room. V took off her heels and threw them across the room. She walked to a chair and pulled out a gun. She placed the gun on its holster and placed the Velcro belt around her thigh. Damien, being a man, watched closely and licked his lip slowly. She pulled her dress skirt down and eyed herself in the mirror. She smoothed out places where the gun was visible and smiled at herself approvingly. "Last time I looked like this was at my brother's wedding, except I didn't need a gun. Well for the exception of that ex-boyfriend. I should've brought it with me. He deserves to get shot." V said as she gracefully pulled her heels on. Damien grinned and realized that was her true nature. With that, they left the building.
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