Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
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I liked my space.
I hated confinement. I wouldn't call my aversion of small spaces a phobia, as there was nothing irrational about it. I simply hated to be reminded of times long gone, and instead opted for always having an open plan arrangement in my living quarters.
My spot in Paris was perfect. It was in a new, up-and-coming part of town, with an amazing amount of space, for a single bed unit. In this city, you often had to share your living space with another to cover the bills.
My work didn't allow for that, you see.
I needed to be able to slip in and out undetected, and my boss knew that, so when she acquired the building on behalf of the Don and got her own stake in it as a reward, I got first pick.
Vanessa Cruz.
That was one bad bitch. My favourite kind of woman
That's why I sought her out. Whispers said she was the best of the best. And she was.
So when I stepped into her store, she did what she always did; changing the trajectory of my life for the better. I owed her my life, and when I started doing what I did, she only became better too.
If you asked me to describe my occupation, I would probably settle somewhere around Mercenary. It was all a matter of perception, you see. Others may think of me as a cold blooded murderer, a thief, a spy or an enforcer if they knew of me at all. And they wouldn't be wrong, but the term Mercenary put a neat and tidy bow on it all.
After Vanessa's little Austrian excursion, I got a few days off, to head back to my little home and relax. She predicted the coming months would be tough, and was insistent that I got a break. We were similar in many ways. Willing to do what it took to get the job done. She kept me in check though, making sure I didn't burn the candle at both ends.
I tried to do the same for her. She needed it.
When I first entered her sphere of influence, I had been on the fringes of society for a long time. I had no tether to anything really; I was free, like the condensation that slipped out of my nose; vanishing on impact with the frigid air when I laid on the roof of that building, that brisk October morning.
I remember aiming my rifle at the man that had his aimed at her, daring him to as much as twitch his finger, in an effort to kill one of my best friends. One of my only friends.
There were pros and cons to such elusiveness and fluidity. In my line of work, it paid to be unconnected. To be agile and mobile, able to appear and vanish at a moments notice.
