A typical marriage between a sociopath and a psychopath
-inspired by Britney's songs
[Two broken souls
scarred with the wounds from their demons,
playing a dangerous game of trust and love]
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Natalia T'alavou -- a sinister and merciless femme f...
[This chapter is based in France. Vincenzo and Seohae travelled here together]
"Why are you here?" Seohae asked Chayoung who was in the backseat of the car, startled by her presence when she came in. "You brought her along?" She faced Vincenzo who was driving the car. "She insisted on it." He responded without looking at her.
"I'm helping to manage the communication devices. I'll stay here and give you instructions or warnings in case of any emergency." Chayoung said, leaning forward and rested her arms of the two seats in front of her and tapped on her in-ear monitor.
Seohae rolled her eyes, deciding not to say anything more to Chayoung especially with Vincenzo here. She lifted her hand to the back. "Gun."
She snuck the gun into the boots of her shoe, eyeing the building which they arrived that. It was the Luciano Family welcoming party, to welcome the large number of traitors.
"I want to go-"
"No." They both said at once.
"Why? I'm pretty good at undercover things and fighting. Did you see how I-"
"You can't even shoot straight. Shut up and hand me my mask." Seohae said. Chayoung pouted and gave her a glare which went unnoticed, passing both of them their masquerade mask.
As both of them could not risk their identity being revealed, they wore masks that almost covered their full face which they worried may cause suspicion.
Seohae had to talk Vincenzo out of the idea of pouring pig blood down on them and save it for next time after they've gotten whatever information they needed.
Vincenzo and Seohae lined up behind the short queue of strangers waiting for their identity to be checked. Seohae had made a new identity card for both of them. Seohae was now Adrienne T'alavou and Vincenzo was now Luigi Cassano which Seohae had specially picked out, to which he asked, "Are you serious?" and got a reply of, "Yeah, what's wrong?"
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[music recommendation: Inzaghi by Song jae kyung, Park Sejun. (available on Spotify) I've attached it at the top of the chapter too.]
A sole chandelier drooped from the high ceiling like an exotic flower, and heavy curtains pooling at either side of the windows. Partially crowded with over-dressed men and waiters who tried to catch a sentence here or there, it was exactly how Seohae had expected it to be.
It had way more members than Seohae had remembered it to be, but there was only, 10 or less women in the sea of men.
Seohae recalled how the excuse for not recruiting more women than needed was because everyone was made to swear an path to 'never hurt the young or women'. Which Seohae thought was bullshit because she's been shot than more times she could count in her early years, and she was assigned to do the job of killing other women targets instead.
She was wearing a black dress that flowed all the way to her ankles, with the white puffy sleeves itching her arm. Vincenzo wore his all-time favourite booralro tuxedo. Seohae flipped her hair over her ear, covering the earpiece.
(what they were wearing:)
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