Razor's Edge (A Vincenzo Fanfic)

11. The Gift

Most of the people are usually scared of darkness, ghosts, spiders, height or maybe failure?

Everyone have their own fears and their own reasons for that fear. Right?

Take Jang Han-seo for instance.

He was scared of staying in his own house right now.

Why?

Because someone had terrified him to the point that he was unable to even scream right now.

He glanced around his living room in the state of shock and terror. By the looks of it looked like a storm had given his house a visit.

Everything, everything was was in a mess, no in shambles.

The walls have been carved, and graffitied. All the furniture had been broken down to bits and pieces. All the windows, glass showpieces had been shattered, even lamps and tubelights have not been spared.

The kitchen and bathrooms were flooding with water and his whole bedroom was filled with pillow cotton and his torn clothes.

"No please, not this one. . "
Jang Han seo grimaced as he picked up the remains of his favourite blazer.

Was there a need to go this far?

Jang Han seo felt as if he couldn't breathe. The oxygen had been swept from him.

Who did all this?

He amost wished that he hadn't come to home from work today.

He threw the piece of cloth away and screamed making promise to himself that whoever was responsible for this, was going to pay tenfolds.

. . .

The devils responsible for this disaster were currently in kitchen in Vincenzo's appartment.

"Why do you always wear black?"

Carina stopped whipping the batter she was working on and stared at her friend at confusion. "Do I not look good in black?" Afterall She was wearing all black t-shirt and pyjamas right now.

Although, they were going to have the movie night at Mi ri's place, she insisted on changing the venue to Vincenzo's apartment. So here they were, in his kitchen, making some chocolate cake and popcorn.

Vincenzo had gone out to buy some breverages for them.

"No, black suits you." Mi ri shook her head. "But why black? Is there some kind of meaning behind this choice or something?"

Carina smiled and started whipping the batter again. "I guess you would think like that. But no. I wear black because it is the colour of Cassano family."

"Then why don't you ever wear the uniform?"

Carina blinked. "Uniform?"

"Yeah, the Cassano uniform. Just like Vincenzo. He wears suit whenever he goes out. No matter how small the work is. Isn't wearing that suit is like, considered a very big deal in your family?"

"Apparently, it's not. Since I don't wear that uniform." Carina told her.

"But why?"

Carina thought for a moment, before deciding to give her honest reply. "Because I don't wan't to join the family business."

She didn't belong there. Thats what she told herself every morning she woke up. Paolo was taking care of everything there. There was no need of her to meddle in those matters. He would do well.

"You think you don't belong there, don't you?" Mi ri asked quietly.

The latter didn't respond to that question.