The garage is where she stores her vehicles and motorcycles. There is a cushioned seating area and kitchenette in the corner of the garage which is typically used by those she hires to work on the vehicles/maintain. It is also used by those who take care of the lawn, cleaning maids or any other maintenance workers. There is also a small bathroom connected to it. The garage has air-condition units installed for air circulation and air purification.
First floor Bathroom:
This bathroom has a sleek metallic-beige finish. Fresh flowers are typically cut and placed in this bathroom by Beverly (Vitessa's personal assistant), who also does this routine with the second and third story bathrooms. Beverly cuts flowers from the garden. There is a garden in the backyard in which Beverly tends to as her hobby, growing various flowers, shrubbery and herbs.
Living Room:
First floor. Vitessa designed the second living with Moroccan architecture. It includes hookahs and a large screen television mounted on the wall for entertainment. It's a smaller space than the second living room. Also mounted on either side of the television are targets which Vitessa uses for archery practice and amusement. There are secret compartments within the living room with arrows and bows for her personal use.
Second Living Room:
First floor. The second living room includes an indoor pool, fluffy white couches and a bar area tucked in the corner made of dark wood. There is a bedroom balcony that looks over the second living room, this indoor balcony is attached to the bedroom of her personal assistant, Beverly. Connected to the end of the indoor pool are sliding doors that lead to a fenced patio outside.
Backyard:
First floor The fenced in backyard is typically used as Beverly's garden, vegetables, fruits, herbs, shrubbery and flowers are grown in a maze-like environment. Hidden within the backyard is a crystal blue pond with water that can be set to cold temperatures or warm. The pool is a natural looking structures with stone and plants surrounding it. There is also a tunnel of vines and flowers which Vitessa uses as a make-shift archery range. She places standing or hanging targets within the tunnel filled with violet flowers.
Kitchen:
First floor The kitchen has a sleek, modern look with grey cabinets and a wooden floor. There are LED lights that line the bottom of the structures. There are bar-stools that line the outer end of the center island, this is typically where Vitessa will eat.
Dining Room:
First floor. The pristine white walls and golden highlights give a twist on a more modern victorian design. Vitessa seldom eats in the dining room, she mainly uses it when she has guests or when her family/friends visit. There is a cozy fireplace that can be used and the lights can change color depending on the preferred ambiance.
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Second floor Bathroom:
The bathroom is designed to have an outdoor theme. There is both a bathtub and stand-in glass enclosed shower stall.
Home Gym:
Vitessa and Beverly both use the home gym to workout and exercise. There is a small archery range Vitessa uses to shoot at tennis balls that are designed to either hang in one spot are rotate around.
Bedroom A:
This guest bedroom has its own balcony with a private mini-pool. Currently assigned to Akane as her bedroom temporarily while Bedroom C is under construction.
Bedroom B:
Second floor. Vitessa designed one of the spare bedrooms into an efficiency/studio for her personal assistant, Beverly. Beverly also acts as a security guard and therefore pays rent to live in VItessa’s home. The bedroom has been renovated to include a small kitchenette and private bathroom. The hanging halo light above of her bed will light up red if there is motion detected by the cameras. Behind the panda painting are a set of monitors which Beverly can use to check the feedback from the cameras hidden around the home.
Bedroom C:
Under construction, being built as an efficiency similar to the layout of Beverly's room.
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Third Floor Bathroom:
The third floor guest bathroom has two doors for entrance/exit. It is connected to both the library and the hallway.
Library:
Third floor. The library includes a billiards/pool table as well as a table and set of cushioned chairs to sit on.
Master Bedroom:
Third floor. The gold, white and purple color scheme reminds Vitessa of her old room back in her parent’s estate in Peru. There is a built in vanity table and mirror on the side of the bed. The high ceiling has a chandelier attached to the center of the room.
Master Bathroom:
Third floor. Vitessa designed her master bathroom to be simple with white marble.
Home Theatre:
Third floor. This private home theatre can be converted into a guest bedroom if needed. Whenever her siblings/family visit, they love using this room the most for movie nights or sleepovers.
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Vitessa’s Office:
Fourth floor. Her home office. She takes care of her two businesses here, both her tattoo shop which she uses as a front for her ’ construction ‘ business. There is a numeric key pad and fingerprint scanner to enter the room. There are secret compartments spread around the room that contain blueprints, contracts and designs she has made for her associates and clients.
Fourth floor Bathroom:
Fourth floor. The bathroom has an older design to it with marble floors and gold accents. It has a royal theme and hanging chandelier.
Beverly’s Office:
Fourth floor. Beverly’s office is next door to Vitessa’s. It includes her office space as well as security monitors that record live feed from the cameras spread throughout the estate. There is a numeric key pad and fingerprint scanner to enter the room.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2020 6:14 am
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tabtabtabtabtab • Emergency:
There is a hidden panic room built into the structure of the building.
tabtabtabtabtab • Elevator:
With her parents both growing older, she had an escalator built by the staircase to help them get up and down the levels easier whenever they visit her. Vitessa doesn't typically use it. Her personal assistant, Beverly, enjoys using the escalator rather than take the stairs.
She peered out the window to see the shadows of the petite woman and John standing in the alley. It was hard to make out their facial features but their low tone of voice and body language seemed tense. She wondered how they knew each other, then again, it wasn’t her business. Fortunately the Blacklist members in the van with her didn’t ask further questions and John entered the van soon enough after handing the petite woman a card.
He stared out in deep thought upon joining the group inside the van then sighed, focusing on her once more, even checking the belt and handkerchief set up.” 'V'where is your house.. ?' ” She met his gaze, pausing for a moment to take in the fact he seemed genuinely worried. Perhaps, she thought, he wasn’t faking it.
She broke his gaze, avoiding it now and looking out the window.”1513 Lumiere Housing District.” She didn’t see what his reaction was but she Felt the energy from everyone in the van tense and someone coughed. What? Did she say something weird? Vitessa slipped her phone out of her purse to text her personal assistant, Beverly, that she was on the way with some familiar faces. Vitessa also mentioned preparing refreshment and snacks for the guests, as well as their level two medical kit. Beverly did not ask questions, she simply responded in text with “yes ma’am”.
”"Revko.. take us zhere-- hurry.." ”
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ The Cortes Estate ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
The moment the vans pulled up to the tall metal gates, they parted to allow the vans to glide over the driveway. Vitessa had taken a brief nap while in the van, trying to regain her energy. A stoic looking Beverly dressed in a new suit stood in facing the vans from the front door. Upon seeing Vitessa step out of the van, she held open the front door to let them in.
”…You’re all welcome to come inside for refreshment and snacks if you like. As a token of thanks for taking me home.” She spoke to everyone in the van as she stepped out and listened as John gave his orders to his Blacklist members. Beverly walked over to John as he gave orders, nodding her head to him in acknowledgement and gratitude.
Vitessa led them through the first living room then straight to the kitchen. Laid out on one end of the center island were glasses of water, bottles of beer and warm piles of Hors d’oeuvres stacked on crystal plates, caviar, dumplings, bruschetta and charcuterie. On the other end of the center island was a black briefcase. Beverly gestured for the Blacklist members who joined to have whatever they wished to snack on. Vitessa nodded to John. ”If the King is hungry from all that business, have some…Beverly will take care of my arm.” She motioned to the center island with her good hand then walked with Beverly towards the Dining Room, unsure if John or the others would follow.
Vitessa sat on one of the dining room chairs and put her wounded arm on the table. There was a bottle of whiskey prepared for her there, a glass with whiskey on the rocks set up. Vitessa detested drinking but this moment called for it.
”How did this happen, ma’am?” Beverly opened the brief case, revealing medical tools. She started by opening up alcohol wipes then undid the makeshift bandage. Beverly worked quickly, sterilizing the wound with the alcohol wipes first. Vitessa winced from the stinging sensation.
”I was in the wrong place at the wrong time…” Vitessa sighed, she was about to explain more to Beverly when she heard footsteps approaching, John Castle entered the Dining Room with that worried look across his features. Why did he want to see this? ”Are you sure you want to see this?" Vitessa laughed, grabbing the whiskey and gulping it down. She then rest her head on the table, taking deep breaths as Beverly instructed.
Taking up the needle and polyester thread, Beverly pierced Vitessa's flesh and began to stitch.
Vitessa screamed from the pain and blacked out but didn't know for how long. She awoke on one of the white couches within the second living room with her head resting on John's lap.
Groggily blinking her eyes open she looked up at him, sighing deeply.
While the Blacklist vehicles were still making their way to the Lumiere Housing District, John wanted to talk to her more. But they were still at a place where 'personal stuff' would not fit to discuss on. By the moment when she broke her gaze and provided the address, John frowned. And his eyes were visibly sad. One of the Blacklist members noticed John's reaction while he was still facing Vitessa's direction and coughed. The gentleman who witnessed his reaction elbowed the one who was next to him, signaling that something was up to their leader. It was not normal to see such an emotion especially from a mobster who is leading an empire. It was like he was showing weakness, which was a rare sight to see from his followers.
John kept his gaze at her for quite a long duration before finally turning his head away, looking at the opposite side of the road. Then men from the backseat looked at each other, wondering what was happening. And they become tensed and somewhat nervous. A dead-air formed after someone coughed, like an awkward silence. It was clear that John was not in the mood. Not because of what happened earlier--- but... meeting your ex at a time like this makes his chest feels heavy. His heart was aching, realizing how much the two of them has changed throughout the years of being apart.
After reaching the address that she provided, John raised a brow. He realized that Vitessa's house was just meters apart from John's house. They were neighbors all this time. But since the house was not originally his, it was being renovated and he entrusted the rehabilitation of the house with one of his members to do the changes and to deal for the people that were required to plan and build that particular house and make it his home. 'hopefully, a place where he would stay for a long time'
He didn't say a word until after exiting the vehicle. "Make sure zhat everything is secure-- dispose the dead while you do 'zhe rest of to zhose two who are still alive-- you know what to do." he said with a relaxed tone.
When Vitessa spoke and welcomed them to have some refreshments, John just blinked twice before his eyes scanned across the front side of her house before gazing at Beverly who just bowed at him in which she seemed to be thanking him. --She seemed to be a well-mannered woman. A gesture in which John appreciates. The men whom he was addressing just now, nodded, and took off to do their task, while the other vehicle remained to wait for John. And while John entered the manor, his men divided to wait and guard outside while the other two followed their leader inside Vitessa's residence.
[ENTERING THE CORTES ESTATE]
And there-- John's eyes shifted from left to right, looking at the well-designed interior. The paintings, the furniture, the fine cloth that were used. It's all an indication that Vitessa is a woman of luxury. But John had no judgemental thoughts towards her... and he never did. Reaching the kitchen area, John kept his silence as his eyes panned across the fine food and beverage that was there. It was a sight to behold especially to the ones who haven't got used to such a presentation of food. He can even hear the men who followed him saying, whoah' in a rather quiet, mumbling tone. Impressive, but his mind and heart were not really focused on luxury tonight.
”If the King is hungry from all that business, have some…Beverly will take care of my arm.” his brows furrowed hearing Vitessa address him as King. It felt normal when his members say that, but from Vitessa-- it felt a little off. He recalled how formal she was but he missed that cheery side of her. Was that Vitessa already gone? --Maybe it was his fault all along? --He can't blame his parents either.
He watched his ex, walking along with Beverly, heading to another room where her wound would be treated. He watched them and waited until they were no longer of sight. The Kingpin let out a sigh before he would turn his head towards the two. "Call ze others who are outside-- it would be rude not to accept miss Cortes' offer." --'yes.. mister king' ---Aye, boss." the two replied as they would head back to the entrance to call for the others. He watched them walk away, leaving John alone in the kitchen. It was silent then. Silent enough for him to clear his thoughts and to ease this mobster's heart. He even had the time to wash his hands to help him feel refreshed and grabbed himself a glass of water.
He wanted to leave Vitessa alone for a while, but he got worried. He wanted to see her. Plus, he has left her alone long enough for him to be slapped across his face. --Screw it With no second to waste, he walked his way to where he last saw Vitessa and Beverly, which lead him into a Dining Room. He can also hear his very own footsteps echoing through where he was. Upon arriving to the Dining Room, he watched how Beverly is now prepared to stitch her wounds. And despite of her asking a question to him, he just grew silent and can't hold that worried look on his face. He was not just worried about her-- but was also sorry-- for leaving her.. Sad, for missing her.
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After she passed out, John had a little talk with Beverly. He thanked her and commended on how lucky V' is for having such a good assistant as she is. And John carried her to towards the second living where they would find privacy, which was enough for them to talk with no one around-- just like back at the Academy when both of them were still so young and in love.
He let her head to rest on his lap as he would caress her head until he himself got sleepy and decided to close his eyes--- But since John is a light sleeper, his eyes slowly opened and his face would slowly turn towards her. 'Vitessa... you're av'wake.. . --- I'm sorry about zhat graze on your arm.' and with a gentle tone, he looked deep into her eyes again, hoping if only she could know how he really feels from being apart from her for such a very long time. -------------
tab tab tab tabtabtab ██████████████ ๑ ۞ ๑ ۞ ๑ ██████████████ Her arm throbbed but it was a dulled pain compared to hours earlier. Vitessa raised her other hand to gently touch the bandage Beverly had applied, she wondered what happened to John’s handerchief and belt. Did he take it back or did Beverly take it to the laundry room to wash out the blood?
She peered up to see John looking down on her, 'Vitessa... you're av'wake.. . --- I'm sorry about zhat graze on your arm.' His gentle tone and deep gaze caused her to inadvertently smile.
He was still here… She felt shocked. Why would the kingpin decide to stay? Now that she was thinking about it, she recalled he had been there in the dining room as Beverly tended to her wound. Had he stayed for the entire procedure? Vitessa exhaled slowly, contemplating on being less abrasive with him, she then raised her free hand upward to caress his face. Yes he felt real. It wasn’t a dream. Her fingers traced his cheekbone down to his jawline to his lips. How she remembered those lips…memories. Vitessa lowered her hand and chuckled at her own impure recollections.
”Don’t stress about it. It was my fault for following you.”
She slowly pushed herself to a sitting position, flinching from the pain such movement brought her. Right on cue, Beverly entered the second living room with a tray. She set down the tray beside the white couch where they sat, nodded to the two of them then returned to mingle with the Blacklist members within the kitchen. On the tray was two glasses of water, a bottle of unmarked pills for the pain and some hors d’oeuvres. Luckily for Vitessa, her personal assistant was a brilliant cook.
”I never expected to run into you again, after you disappeared, you broke my heart,” Vitessa spoke honestly.
Perhaps all that confidence came from the adrenaline of being shot or maybe she just felt comfortable being back at home now. Whatever the case, there was no point in hiding how she felt. Deciding on avoiding his gaze, she focused on picking up food from the tray Beverly dropped off. It was not only necessary to distract herself from this moment but it was important to get food in her stomach before swallowing the pills. Vitessa ate some of the bruschetta, her eyes glued at the luxurious pool in front of them.
”That broken heart fueled me to be where I am today in my career...so, at least there is some good in what happened... Looks like we both turned out to be successful and happy individually. That’s what matters right?” She paused to finish the bruschetta then swallowed two pain killers, washing it down with water. The urge to smoke kicked in but alas, Beverly had put her purse away somewhere.
Hoping to switch the subject, Vitessa shifted on the couch to look at John again, ”It's a small world, one of your men recognized me in the van and turns out he's the same Blacklist member I've been communicating with about a safe house I'm designing.” Small talk. What she really wanted to know was what John never regretted...a question that lingered on her mind but she refused to bring up in this moment. Not unless it was something he genuinely wanted to reflect on. She also wondered who that girl was...the one who John spoke to in that alleyway...
His ocean eyes were fastened unto her face, like how he always keeps his eyes aiming sharply on a goal he wishes to achieve. Her eyes.. her lips.. every detail of her face felt like home. Since a home is not a place, it is where your heart is. But the question is... "--is there still a way to go back home?" It was then when he felt her touch again. His expression was left unphased still but he felt a pain in his heart. His composure stood firmly but his emotions were a mess. There is a part of him wanted to kiss her. But there is this side of him to wait and be patient not to step beyond the boundaries they now have in between the two of them.
”Don’t stress about it. It was my fault for following you.”
His eyes fluttered twice when she began to sit upwards. He helped her up by pushing his palm on her back. It seems the wound still stings. She did pass out so she hasn't taken some painkillers yet. Good thing that by the time she sat up, Beverly came and brought her the essentials to compensate for the pain and to regain her strength back.
”I never expected to run into you again, after you disappeared, you broke my heart.” And there... she finally said it.
Hearing those words made John look away while softly gnashing his teeth behind those closed lips. He also was avoiding to set a gaze at her after hearing that he broke her heart. He felt guilty and angry at the same time. He's not angry at her or towards his parents, but the situation he had back in the day where he needs to choose. A price for a price. It was really hard and did break his heart along the process. It was like stepping out to your comfort zone, your home, and be afraid if ever you still have a chance to even get back from a journey filled with opportunities and challenges. 'Why do I have to choose between two things that I value so much?'but one needs to go...
When Vitessa continued to talk about her broken heart, saying that it fueled her up to success. John listened carefully and slightly turned his gaze towards her again. 'Did she just applied the advice I told her back from before? ..to make challenges as stepping stones to achieve success?' The food before them looked fascinating and cute. Though John has no appetite due to the mixed emotions he felt right now but it would be rude if he wouldn't even mind consuming a piece or two. He didn't respond for affirmation but he did agree that if the two of them gave up along the way, they wouldn't have ended up to what they are right now. He kept his silence as he grabbed a piece of hors d’oeuvres that Beverly had prepared for them.
Placing a piece into his mouth, his eyes fully pivoted to her when she began to open up a different topic. He listened as he chewed the food, and swallowing briefly before answering. "Oh.. you mean Mr. Gregory?. Hmm.. yeah-- tiz' a small v'world indeed." John did respond but there was this heavy tone in his voice. After an awkward five (5) seconds of silence, John sighed and cleared his throat and decided to speak again, yet his eyes were staring blankly towards the pool area. "Vitessa... --I saw zhat scar on your abdomen... v'What happened? ..is it just from an accident? --or did someone attempted tz'u kill you?" Slowly turning a portion of his face towards her and if she would look at him, she will see his fierce eyes, showing how angry he is in thought that he didn't even get a chance to protect her from all these years.
-----After that. John would frown again, in which he is now showing how vulnerable he is when it talks about his ex. "I've missed you.. Vitessa... --you have no idea much you mean to me.." said with a sad tone. His eyes felt like tears were building up but it was not enough to form a teardrop. He gently reached to her cheek, cupping her face as his thumb would rub near the edge of her lips traveling slowly to a portion of her cheek.
... ."---Zhe one thing I never regretted was falling inlove v'with you.."
tab tab tab tabtabtab ██████████████ ๑ ۞ ๑ ۞ ๑ ██████████████ "Oh.. you mean Mr. Gregory?. Hmm.. yeah-- tiz' a small v'world indeed.”
The awkward silence that followed was deafening. Yet she could sense the sadness behind his words. She was surprised that he didn't give her any feedback or remark after she told him that he had broken her heart. Did he not want to talk about that? Some validation would've been nice. Somehow, as the night dragged on she had to admit, John's behavior and words felt more genuine. Perhaps she had been too harsh before? Vitessa sighed as John cleared his throat, the two of them now staring towards the indoor pool. The crystal blue water reminding her of John’s eyes. A gaze she used to melt into during their formative years.
”Vitessa... --I saw zhat scar on your abdomen... v'What happened? ..is it just from an accident? --or did someone attempted tz'u kill you?"
Vitessa cringed, visibly distraught at the memory. Unfortunately, her attacker was never found and their identity a mystery till this day. For months she couldn't get that feeling of dread out of her as she recovered from the attack. That sensation of hypervigilence, needing to look over her shoulder in fear it would happen again. It took her a long time just to ground herself and stabilize her own mind to relax again. It was a long story that didn't need to be told tonight.
”- -Oh that…”
She blinked in thought, caught off guard by his keen observation. The two of them tore their gaze from the pool to look at one another. She was shocked to see the ferocity in his eyes, a protective feeling washed over those blue hues of his. Vitessa's hand absentmindedly glided down her abdomen to trace the deep scar.
”It wasn’t an accident. I’m just luckily Beverly got to me in time. I guess near death experiences isn’t new to me hahahaha. . .” She laughed dryly and waved her hand dismissively as if it wasn't a big deal. As they say, fake it till you make it.
There was another awkward silence, perhaps John wanted to know who the perpetrator was. It didn't matter, not even law enforcement could trace the individual.
"I've missed you.. Vitessa... --you have no idea much you mean to me.....---Zhe one thing I never regretted was falling in love v'with you.."
”That's what you didn't regret..." Her eyes softened.
Vitessa flinched at first, not expecting physical contact. His fingers traced her lips before traveling to her cheek. She closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath while she recalled the warmth of his touch, memories she kept at bay for so many years now rushed through her mind unfiltered - - and finally, she allowed her to be vulnerable. Just this once. Tears involuntarily streamed down her cheeks and she leaned into him, hiding her face within his chest. Her fingers grasped at the fabric of his suit, not wanting him to leave her again...but that wasn't for her to decide and she knew it. At least now, for this moment, he was with her. That was enough.
When the tears finally subsided, she remained buried in his chest, her arms now wrapped around the kingpin in a gentle embrace. ”...I missed you too John..." Vitessa adjusted herself, now leaning her head against his shoulder with her back pressed against the cushion of the white couch. She used the napkins provided by Beverly to dry her eyes and clean her face.
”...You know, I am happy for you. Looks like you're on top of the food chain - boss, " she teased, lightly chuckling at the thought. He had been such a shy student in the Academy when she first met him in the Academy. Now he was the kingpin of the notorious Blacklist.
”It's getting late...and I don't want to make you lose any sleep...Do you...want to catch up more sometime soon?" It didn't have to be a date or anything...she just knew that she wanted him in her life again, even if they had to start from the beginning.
His sad soul gazed upon her face, like how a cosmonaut would take a good look at the planet earth, wondering if is it safe to return to a home he departed and was away from a dangerous journey to space. --That beautiful sight... Her face was all he needed to see. At this point, he was careless and may be prepared to slap once again from touching her face. From all these years, he has been suppressing his feelings from a woman he left without even leaving a clue for her. He felt guilty but he had a legacy to continue for the sake of his family, but under in his terms. It was until his heart felt like it skipped a beat when Vitessa began to cry and leaned to him, and digging her face on his chest. His brows furrowed as his eyes squinted and finally a teardrop ran down to his cheek as he curled his neck towards her. He wrapped his arms around her while caressing the traces of her hair, and pressing his lips on top of her head while he cried silently.
That heaviness in his heart got lifted knowing that Vitessa also missed him. Her voice-- was all he needed to hear.
After hearing her teasing him as boss he let out an amused smile but his brows were puckering, shaking his head slightly while having that awkward feeling again. And as always, when it comes to close friends, formalities are always set to the side. He then released a small chuckle and felt comfortable with her again. It felt nostalgic.
”It's getting late...and I don't want to make you lose any sleep...Do you...want to catch up more sometime soon?"
"Oh yes, 'tiz very late--.. I will call you tomorrow-- ..and zhat's a promise.. --- He recalled that Vitessa mentioned that her number was unchanged since before, so John can just call her at anytime.
Then John would cup her face again as he looked deeply into her eyes. but.. before I go.. . I need to do one more thing--- .... . . --and her lips...
Before John would stand up and leave, He french kissed her, passionately deep and it lasted for half a minute, followed by a small kiss on her lips then on her forehead before a tender smile forming from his lips. 'the kiss would last that long if she was okay with it. -------------- But if that didn't happen, he would still just kiss her forehead before a tender smile would follow.
---------- And John and the rest of the Blacklist members would leave The Cortes Estate. [EXIT]
A warm mug of tea nestled within the grip of her right hand as her left hand reached for the television remote. Vitessa pressed the blue button, as a result turning on the flat-screen television that was mounted in the first living room. There was quite a lot of movement around her, maids, butlers and a hired events coordinating team rushed throughout the Estate to prepare it for the Halloween party being hosted later in the day. Halloween decorations were being prepared inside the Estate as well as the front lawn. The other floors of the Estate would be off limits to party guests thus were left undecorated for today. Vitessa flipped around the channels until she found a news station. Larry the news reported stuttered out the weather then announced an odd update to the rest of Soleil, "P-Please be on the look out for a f-few missing p-persons. Th-There's been a mysterious c-creature r-reported in Doux, Uptown, a-and Downtown. A-And s-stay away from E-Essence de Soleil. I-It's been s-seen coming in and o-out of there...” Vitessa’s eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, mysterious creature? Missing people? She slowly sipped on her tea.
”Ma’am. Miss Zara Chimu called this morning asked if you heard her voicemail ye- -“
”- -Beverly, have you heard about this? Mysterious creature and missing people? Oh, not yet. I’ll go through my voicemails before the party today.” Her phone’s voicemail inbox was filled on a daily basis thanks to her business at the tattoo shop as well as her underground business. Vitessa took a mental note to find Zara’s voicemail and give her old friend a call back at some point before the party. They had known one another in their youth although their circle of friends seemed to always run in different circles.
”I understand ma’am, I’ll let her know. And yes, there are plenty of rumors going around from the staff today…” Beverly’s usual stoic face had a hint of worry spread across, causing Vitessa to contemplate more and sip her tea again.
”Very well. We’ll need added security detail at tonight’s party…Oh and…I’ll have a guest over for breakfast, please make sure there is something prepared before he arrives.”
”Yes ma’am.” Beverly briefly bowed her head then took her leave.
Vitessa turned the television off and dialed a number on her phone. *…ring…ring…ringgg~*”Good morning John,” She smiled upon hearing his voice and wondered what business he had to complete yesterday. They had raced through the streets to Lune beach, enjoying the sunset together while catching up on old times. She had teased him about winning that race and somehow that smile on his face gave her the familiar sensation of butterflies. John had then drove her to a nearby restaurant by the beach, leaving her motorcycle in the beach parking lot. They had danced around the topic of that kiss they shared, she had a feeling he also felt unsure how to approach this rekindling of an old flame. Their night would’ve ended up quite different if it hadn’t been for an emergency meeting John had to attend to.
” Do you want to come over for breakfast? Promise me you’re not going to run out on me again,” she smirked at that comment. Vitessa walked towards the kitchen, placing her empty mug in the dish washer then made her way towards the second living room.
”…Have you heard the news today? It sounds like something strange is going on. I still want to go costume shopping with you before the party tonight but it sounds like we have to be more cautious. ”
The renovation of John's house is still ongoing. And alas, there will be no Halloween parties in his manor for this year. The foreman had a little trouble in these past few weeks, that's why John hired a new group of builders to finish the job. The foreman was harassing one of John's maids, and he paid the price for not respecting even John's loyal servants.
In his bedroom, John was standing with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He already had his shower. His hair is now dry, but he went to clean his pistol before putting on some clothes. It's his hobby to keep his weapons in ship-shape and shiny. Not to make it look fancy but as part of preventive maintenance for his favorite fire-arms. *Knock *knock *knock .."Mister King? I am going to change your beddings." Unfazed, he continued to polish his gun as he replied thoroughly. "Come inside, Dausha.."
Dausha Alamier "She is one of John Castle's loyal combat maids who serves him wherever he resides in and when in need of combat."
The door opened as one of his loyal maids entered while lowering their gaze. She closed the door behind her and went to proceed to change John's bedsheets. John was just casual about this since Dausha has been a loyal helper to him around the house and she is always willing to serve her boss' needs.
The television was mumbling in the background while Dausha began to fold the blankets on after the other. But seeing John being half-naked, she cannot avoid looking away in each passing minute. Though everything was normal as per usual, something caught both of their attention. John paused as his facial expression remained emotionless while Dausha furrowed her brows while hugging a pillow in her arms. It was the local news. It mentioned that there are now reports of people being missing. Even for a peaceful city, crime is still lurking in the shadows. But the one detail got John worth noticing the news. A beast.
"Hmm, a beast huh? ... and Essence de Soleil?" then Dausha turned her gaze towards the kingpin again with a concerned look. "Mister King.. It reminds me of the place called-- ..--Zion City." John continued her sentence for her. His loyal maid frowned and had that reaction to never set foot on that place ever again. Then John would enter his dressing room as Dausha followed her gaze to where John was going.
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"Mister King? ..uhm .. . I have a question.. umm.. it's more like a love advice kind of question." ................... "Hmm?? V'what iz it?" John replied as his voice was from his dressing room, where is now changing and choosing the right suit for the day. ................... "Uhm.. Ferdinand keeps asking me out.. and--- I.. I don't know how to respond." ................... "Hmmm.. Ferdinand huh?.. v'well zhe only thing zhat I can say is.. give it a go. If you like him, zhen spend some time with him for you to know the man more. Don't rush things tho.. And if ever someone would want to court you, just be sure if zhat man will be worthy to live by your side in each and every day of the rest of your life." Then John would stroll back, facing Dausha as he is now dressed for the day. --Choosing a partner is z'like finding a rare pearl in zhe vast ocean. Though choosing something.. but maintaining a strong relationship is another." ................... 'Wow.. umm..'"A-Alright Mister King.." she replied along with a small nod as her eyes sparkled in awe. ................... "So, how do I look?" John asked with a small smirk before he fixed his collar. "Lookin' good as always boss~" She confirmed and giggled afterward then John's phone would ring. The ringtone was set specifically for Vitessa to indicate that it was her who is calling. *Ring *Ring *Riiiiing--
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John quickly picked up the call as he would walk towards the window, eyeing a portion of Vitessa's house. ”Good morning John,” .."Hello dear, good morning.. hm" a small chuckle echoed after his response. It was clear that John was smiling and at this point, his loyal maid, Dausha witnessed it. It has been a while since she saw John being this happy and seems to be full of positive energy. She watched him for a brief length with a smile on her face before she left the room along with the folded sheets.
”Do you want to come over for breakfast? ..."Of course, I 'vould love to."Promise me you’re not going to run out on me again,” ..Heh. No, I will not.. I promise." Their time together yesterday was not long enough to reach to the point of having a deep conversation. And John felt like they were back at the academy again where he only had this crush on her was planning to confess his feelings for her. 'Good old days' Their time together felt like it was a restart for their relationship. Even it felt like it's back to zero again, still, this Russian mobster is in a love bubble for her again.
”…Have you heard the news today? It sounds like something strange is going on. I still want to go costume shopping with you before the party tonight but it sounds like we have to be more cautious. ”
"Yes.. I heard the news." "Sure! I would love to accompany you." "True, but even so, I do not care, because a moment with you is nothing else I 'vould ever have in this world." John said with a smooth tone and his lips were still smiling and his eyes reflected the hues of the clouds forming above the sky.
And with no moment to waste, he began to walk towards his desk to check some things he may forget to bring with him as he says, "I'll be there in fifteen (15) minutes." ----
WHERE: At his house (as of this post) --- Then heading to Vitessa's manor ━━━━━━━━━━━━ WITH: Vitessa (via call) ━━━━━━━━━━━━ STATUS/THOUGHTS: I miss her
His voice was calm and unwavering, the boss of the Blacklist seemed unafraid of however this ominous situation unraveled. It was this confidence and poise that made Vitessa smile softly, he had matured and flourished so much since they first met in their youth…
”Missing people and a mysterious creature, that’s bad for any business.”
Vitessa was a normal human, nothing supernatural or superhuman about her. She felt fear as a normal human did, however, her focus was more on her business and safety of her employees. She thought of her own tattoo shop and made a mental note to give them the day off today just to be safe. How would Soleil’s authorities handle this? Most major cities she had lived in had enough corrupt law enforcement to allow a handful of citizens to go missing without a word from newscasters. This situation seemed to be different with the hanging omen of Halloween hovering over them all. Had she dealt with anything supernatural or superhuman before? No, at least, not to her knowledge. People kept secrets, perhaps she had come across others who were more than human but never showed their cards…
”Sure! I would love to accompany you. True, but even so, I do not care, because a moment with you is nothing else I 'vould ever have in this world. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
She felt her cheeks flush, causing her to turn away from all the staff roaming around. Vitessa sat on the same white couch she had laid on that night they were re-introduced. The night she had a bullet graze her arm in that alleyway. John’s men drove her back home that night for Beverly to treat her and when she woke up she had been on this couch with John. It was that same night they even shared a kiss…
”Hmm? Is that true? Come over here and prove that.”
Her voice softened as she teased him playfully.
”See you then.”
*click*
Vitessa stuffed her phone in one of her pockets then pinched her own flushed cheeks.
”Ma’am, are you alright? Do you have a fever? Is it from your wound? Did it not heal properly?” Beverly stepped forward, suddenly pressing the back of her hand against Vitessa’s forehead.
”Huh- -? I’m alright, the wound is fine. The medication you’ve been giving me has been helpful…” She exhaled slowly in a deep, contemplative sigh.
”I see. This man is different." Beverly noted curtly, retracting her hand from Vitessa's forehead.
”He is.” Vitessa stood up from the couch, facing her assistant.
She waved her hand, as if to disregard that topic and move on, ”Have everyone in the shop take the day off. Business will be closed for today. The news this morning is indicative of real danger.” Heavens forbid that mysterious monster shows up in the tattoo shop, catching her employees and customers off guard. No, not in her shop. Besides, even if she hired more guards to hang around by the shop, it would draw too much attention from the authorities and the last thing she needed was them snooping around.
”Understood ma'am. Also, breakfast is ready for you and your guest." Beverly nodded then whipped out her phone. She began making phone calls.
Vitessa then made her way towards the front door, her mind wandering once more to that kiss... ~~~
~~~..."Lady V, your guest has arrived." One of the butlers motioned to her and then opened the front door, revealing a well-dressed kingpin. For a moment VItessa gazed at him warmly, taking in his presence. It still felt surreal crossing paths again with her former boyfriend. Fate was a funny thing.
"Outshining us all with your fashion today eh?" She teased John, linking her arm around his once he entered the building. His entire suit and attire were sharper than a butcher's knife. Maids, butlers and the event coordinators were still rushing around them, decorating the entire first floor. Each room had its own distinct Halloween theme to it.
Vitessa led the kingpin through the under construction rooms and into the kitchen. The kitchen itself was decorated in a simple orange and black theme for now, jack-o-lanterns lined the counter tops and fake bats hung from the ceiling. The breakfast table had an array of food and drinks arranged neatly over the surface. Halloween music was being played through the surround sound speakers in one of the living rooms, it wasn't too loud but it did fill up the Estate with enough background music. The windows were opened up, giving them a view of the large backyard, Vitessa peered out of it then focused once again on John.
"How's the construction going in your home?" She asked to spark up conversation, releasing her arm from his and seating herself by the table. "I'm sure it must be an annoying hindrance to have all the machine work going off whenever you bring a lady over," VItessa half-teased, though genuinely wondering where he was with his romantic life these days.
The distance of Vitessa's house would take John for a decent walk in the morning. Still. He will cover some distance due to the length of how wide both their lawns are, he still wanted to just walk it off. He passed through some of his guards, and they bowed thoroughly in respect and gratitude.
However, by the time he reached his front door. A member wanted to ask of his whereabouts, but John went ahead of him first. He lifted his hand, making the man to pause-- "I'll be at our neighbor's house. 'Zhey invited me for breakfast."
"The Cortes Estate, boss?--"--and... I'll be walking." He added as he began to exit his house. "B-But boss, what about the monster??"
"Hmm? John was about to close the door, but one of his security was far more concerned about his safety. "Boss.. what about the monster?.. in the news!"
Then John would smirk as his confidence took over. "Come on Vince.. it's not like I haven't encountered horrifying beasts before-- besides, I'm not go--"With all due respect boss.. please--- let us escort you." To this act, John would sigh and a small smile would follow. "Alright.. fine.." He arrived by the entrance at exactly fifteen minutes tops. He waved his hands as a gesture of thanks and Vince, one of the trusted members to ensure his security, responded with a bright smile and a thumbs up.
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He wears that smile like he was no longer carrying that sadness he had from all these years. Though, the sorrow in his heart was not all that bad. It did fuel him to be the man he is now. Maybe it's the right time to find himself a queen. And guess what? His ocean eyes flashed in awe of that gorgeous sight. Vitessa Jiselle Cortes.. What a fine woman--
"Outshining us all with your fashion today eh?" She shot the first compliment only for this Russian mobster to smirk. "Hm.. Says 'zhe one who looks as ravishing as 'zhe morning light. Such as you.. my dear." Despite the "reboot" of their relationship. John was used to calling her by her name or the endearment 'Dear'. He is not assuming to be his girlfriend right away since he hasn't asked if she already has a husband or in a relationship with someone else. He, however, is not married. But after his mom trained her how to be a leader, he also had many women to help drown his sorrows. Alas, they were just temporary, since the home is where your heart is. And he never feels at home if Vitessa is not in his life. --The past is in the past. it's time to face what's before you. As his mother always says.
"Your architecture... is like a masterpiece.." Their arms interlock as John was being guided along the halls of this fine mansion. He was really impressed by how Vitessa got so creative in designing the place. A smile then formed across his lips seeing the Halloween decorations. He loves parties and Halloween parties were one of his favorite events of the year. All the spooks and scares, the costumes, and the fellowships. Though, John learned his lesson that when it comes to costumes and candies, there will also be horror and death. There was a time that he was having a Halloween party in one of his very own underground night clubs. It was supposed to be a joyful night. A night where his members would have a good time. But little that they know, there were imposters and killed most of the members with no chance to fight back. It was a bloody night. A massacre. But of course, the Blacklist sent back their regards and terminating the threat once and for all. Because in the game of chess, makes sure that your every move is a threat to the king. Because one false move will lead to a series of mistakes. This is why John is strict when it comes to parties, especially when it is Halloween.
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"How's the construction going in your home?" she asked before taking herself for a seat by the table. "I'm sure it must be an annoying hindrance to have all the machine work going off whenever you bring a lady over," He was about to answer at the first question, but her second sentence got him off-guard. He wanted to react in surprise for her to bring that up but he wanted to make it look like everything is natural. "Well.. yes-- the noise does bother me when I read my books, but I tend to visit my businesses to keep things in check." he said, wanting to divert the main topic about bringing a random lady over to his house. Which, however, happens rarely and only for business discussions and other matters in concern.
"Uhmm.. Vitessa.. . I-- have a question." He wanted to bring it up yesterday but it seems he didn't have much time for deep talks due to an emergency meeting. He then cleared his throat and keeps himself together even if his heart is starting to pound from bringing this topic up. "Do you have a-- .. . boyfriend? ... . or.. mmp... a husband maybe?" he slightly bit his lower lip while diverting his eyes to some random corner as he waits for her response.
"I v'wanted to ask you 'zhat yesterday.. but-- yeah.. . . I've been wondering if-- .. .we could.. .. be togezher again.. . and.. . ... . start over... .you know.. . " His eyes would look into her eyes but then he would glance again to a random corner. He did feel guilty for leaving her like that but he had no choice back then. But maybe.. just maybe.. if ever Vitessa would give him another chance, it is going be a one time shot for him. And he finished his sentence, then looked directly at Vitessa, matching the hues of her eyes to show how intimate and serious he is just like before. Just like back at the Academy.
"Hm.. Says 'zhe one who looks as ravishing as 'zhe morning light. Such as you.. my dear."
For the second time this day she felt her cheeks flush, she turned away, glaring at any of the staff who dared peek over in their direction. She had told him not to call her dear the first night they re-met but that didn't seem to stop him, perhaps it just felt natural to him in the same way it felt natural for her to just wrap her arm around his, linking them together as they walked towards the kitchen. In a matter of two days he managed to tear down walls she spent years building around herself.
"Your architecture... is like a masterpiece.."
"Thank you," she smiled fondly, her eyes perusing around the rooms they were walking past.
"After the Academy, I spent time traveling, working in different parts of the world to learn about the various styles first hand. I even spent a few months with Angie in Italy...hmmm she tried helping me find you...even her connections couldn't locate you. Which means your family is pretty impressive."
The pain and resentment of those years were extraordinary, she remembered asking herself if he disappeared because she wasn't worthy of being in his family. Those were darker times that drove Vitessa into her career, helped her branch into her own specialty and grow her own connections. It was a tough chapter of her life and now that she looked back, there are no regrets. After all, diamonds are formed under pressure...
"How's the construction going in your home? I'm sure it must be an annoying hindrance to have all the machine work going off whenever you bring a lady over." Vitessa raised a cup of coffee to her lips, taking her time to sip on it, cautious not to burn herself.
"Well.. yes-- the noise does bother me when I read my books, but I tend to visit my businesses to keep things in check."
That's right, the leader of the Black List must have multiple businesses to keep tabs on, he had to be a busy man. Vitessa tilted her head in thought, he avoided answering the second statement. Did that mean he had something to hide? She stirred sugar and cream into her coffee in contemplative silence, a silence that had been quickly cut short by her neighbor.
"Uhmm.. Vitessa.. . I-- have a question."
"You can ask me anything," she shrugged, not really sure what direction he wanted this conversation to flow into.
"Do you have a-- .. . boyfriend? ... . or.. mmp... a husband maybe?"
He looked away, seemingly too shy to look her in the eye. Was this a serious question? A joke? Genuine? Vitessa lowered the cup onto the breakfast table. Thankfully she didn't have the cup of coffee pressed to her lips, she would've spat it out from being so flustered.
"I...no, no. An ex did ask me for my hand three years ago but that engagement didn't work out. Hehehehe," she chuckled at the memory.
Vitessa looked at her ring finger, recalling the engagement ring she used to wear. It had a gold band with a pear-shaped diamond glittering in the center. She had to admit, it was a gorgeous engagement ring and the proposal was romantic but it all came crashing down when she found out her fiance had been using his business trips for other kinds of business. What would've happened if she never found out? What if she had been a married woman raising children in a miserable marriage? Miserable because that man probably would've ended up being a terrible husband or miserable because she always knew, truly, her heart was elsewhere... Vitessa's eyes peered up at John as he spoke again, he met her gaze more confidently for a second before wavering to random corners of the kitchen.
"I v'wanted to ask you 'zhat yesterday.. but-- yeah.. . . I've been wondering if-- .. .we could.. .. be togezher again.. . and.. . ... . start over... .you know.. . "
Finally he focused on her, proving his intentions with the strong, loving gaze reminiscent of old times.
"John...are you...being serious?"
Vitessa tapped her finger against the table, trying to analyze him from across the breakfast spread. He didn't flinch or look away, no, this man was indeed serious.
"It's been years, we're different people now. Clearly. New goals, likes, dislikes, different ways of handling situations...are you really willing to take the time to learn who I am now as a person? I can assure you, I've grown in many different directions since the Academy and I see you have as well. Do you even...have the time to know me?"
She raised the coffee cup back to her lips, carefully sipping on it once more. Upon placing it down on the table, she raised herself off the chair and walked to the other side of the table. She stood tall, peering down on him sitting in the chair. Blue hues met his equally vibrant blue hues with a predatory stare. Her fingers glided across his shoulders, sliding up against his neck to trace his jawline. One of the maids accidentally stepped into the kitchen, she squeaked in shock then scurried out, most likely ready to gossip with the others but also warn them from going anywhere near the kitchen. Vitessa adjusted one leg over the kingpin's lap to straddle him. Now sitting on his lap, facing him, she leaned towards his ear to whisper.
"I'm not part of any Mafia Family, surely dating someone with the proper bloodline will give your status a higher standing in the underground world. Years ago you disappeared in order to take over an empire- -" her fingers now trailed down his suit towards his waist, "- -why risk your empire, why would you even consider dating someone seen as unworthy by the other Families? Don't you have a reputation to uphold?"
She moved her lips away from his ear then pressed her forehead against his. Vitessa closed her eyes, being this close to him again brought a paradox of calmness and excitement within her.
"John...are you...being serious?" She asked. And yes, it was one of the questions that John was preparing to answer. Courting someone is already a sign that one would want to marry him/her in the future. To live for each other for the rest of their lives by committing and embracing their vows. So in response, John leaned closer, gently placing his shoulder on the table, allowing his wrist to rest with a closed fist. A visual reflex to how serious he was.
He kept his gaze locked into her eyes, then panning down to her lips and her neckline unceremoniously quick before returning to her eyes again. "I am.."
He wanted to hold her hand, but he waited since he can see that Vitessa is thinking about it. She was tapping her finger, but his eyes were locked on her, focused, and determined.
"It's been years, we're different people now. Clearly. New goals, likes, dislikes, different ways of handling situations...are you really willing to take the time to learn who I am now as a person? I can assure you, I've grown in many different directions since the Academy and I see you have as well. Do you even...have the time to know me?" She said. It made John pivoted his gaze blankly to a random corner as it also made him think about it. She is right. It's been years ever since they separated. Time has indeed changed the two of them, the events molded and formed them into a new and better version of their past selves. She has a point.
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He wanted to answer right away, but it seems he needs to reply with a more complex and trustworthy response. He still has that guilt of leaving her in the past. Either if it was intended or not, it doesn't matter now. He is now before the woman he once loves and wanting to love her once again, hoping for her to give him another chance.
This Russian mobster took his time as he went silent, it was then when Vitessa stood up after sipping her coffee and peered down on him. His eyes widened for a brief moment but then it became a passionate gaze towards this exquisite and ravishing woman. Her touch was so intoxicating that he was tempted to release a soft moan. But instead, he kept his focus on her until he finds her to sit on his lap, straddling him. To this, John slowly reached to her leg, holding and rubbing his thumb on her skin, just right at the upper part of her knees, caressing there with the warmth of his hands as he continued to listen to what else she would say.
"I'm not part of any Mafia Family, surely dating someone with the proper bloodline will give your status a higher standing in the underground world.
Years ago you disappeared in order to take over an empire- -" She whispered to him. He listened while he was still waiting for the right moment to respond. And damn, it felt good when her hand slipped down to his waist like he was tempted to bite his lower lip but his keeps his composure and not wanting for Vitessa to think that he's just after sex, which is not. He wants HER-- the whole HER. 'damn.. what a woman.' "- -why risk your empire, why would you even consider dating someone seen as unworthy by the other Families? Don't you have a reputation to uphold?" She added.
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John reached his hand to cup her face. He stroke her lower lip with his thumb from one side to the other as he looked deeply into her eyes in a kissing distance. "v'What is a king without a queen which he truly loves?.."
"Vitessa.. my life will never be complete without you.. ."
".. . I have longed for you.. all these years.. I've never been so happy when I found you.. when I heard your voice.. and when I felt your lips again.. I know you and I have changed ..but I know true love will find its way just like how I found you again."
"I love you.. . Vitessa.. . "
If given a chance, John would kiss her, deeply and passionately as he would close his eyes not caring the world around him since nothing felt like home again, and that home is the love from Vitessa Jiselle Cortes. ---------
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