VIGILANTE HEARTS 1: TOUCH OF HEAVEN (Complete Ver. Is Exclusive In The VIP)

Prologue

Prologue

Clary stared blankly at the screen while the meeting of Wildflower Organization was on-going. Halos hindi na niya magawang pagtuonan ng pansin ang mga sinasabi ng Wild Rose, ang may pinakamataas na ranggong Wildflower, dahil ang kanyang malamig na mga mata, nakapako na sa isa sa limang larawang naka-flash ngayon sa screen.

"The Cinco Mortales is an organization of the five notorious syndicates dominating the black market in Europe, Asia Pacific, and Australia. They are our main target for this mission. These guys, the leaders of the mafias who do nothing but sacrifice the well-being of the entire world for their own pleasure, are the very people we need to capture; dead or alive."

Her hands clenched when she felt Agatha threw her a meaningful side glance. Alam niya kung para saan ang makahulugang tinging iyon ni Agatha. They basically grew up together, learned to fire guns and kill with their bare hands together. At sa kanilang dalawa, ito ang mas walang kunsensya.

Clary pursed her lips. That was nothing but a warning look, as if Agatha could read her mind.

Humugot siya ng hininga. She's going to prove Agatha wrong this time. . . even if it means she would lose the very reason why she's still alive. . .

"Take your own files and start your missions. Whatever happens, do not break the oath you made to this organization," the Wild Rose said with firmness. Somehow, she felt like the warning was intended solely for her, as if their leader knew her deepest, darkest secret.

She swallowed the lump in her throat before she answered along with the other Wildflower agents.

"Yes, Miss. . . "

Bumukas ang ilaw at kaagad na nagsipagkilos ang lahat ng mga kasamahan niya sa Wildflower; ang organisasyong binubuo ng mga babaeng secret agents. They were trained to kill without mercy, shoot anyone who becomes a threat, and do their duty no matter whom they are facing.

Everyone grabbed the folders in front of them but Clary remained seated. Her eyes were staring blankly at the folder in front of her.

"You better not think twice to pull the trigger in case he's assigned to you," Agatha reminded before pulling herself up. Binuksan nito ang folder, at nang makita kung sino ang nai-assign dito ay makahulugang ngumisi. "You're lucky he didn't land in my ledger." Sinara nito ang folder saka siya makahulugang tinitigan. "It would be sweet for mine to drip with red ink because of him."

Napakuyom siya ng kamao nang iwanan siya ni Agatha sa loob ng conference room. Nang siya na lamang ang natira sa loob ay sandali siyang pumikit bago niya muling tinitigan ang folder na may logo ng Wildflower sa pinakaharap.

It took a lot of courage for Clary to pick it up with her trembling hands, and as she opened it while holding her breath, Clary almost lost all of her strength the moment she saw the photo of the man assigned to her.

This can't be...

She gathered all of her strength before she finally exited the room. Hindi na rin siya nagtagal pa sa headquarters. She left the perimeter with a hazy mind as if her heart was trying to convince her that all of these were wrong, but Clary, no matter how painful it is to accept, knows better.

This is the real deal. Either she would kill him or the other Wildflowers will.

Clary puffed on her cigarette then blew out the smoke in her lungs while walking in the dark street with her heels clicking in her every step. Nadama niya ang pagsunod ng kung sino sa kanya ngunit wala na siyang lakas pa upang intindihin ang taong bumuntot sa kanya hanggang sa narating niya ang dulo ng eskenita.

She puffed her cigarette again, but before she could even breathe the smoke out, the man tailing her already grabbed her by her nape and crashed his lips onto hers, purposely inhaling the smoke in her mouth.

Sumara ang kanyang mga mata sa sandaling panahong magkalapat ang kanilang mga labi, at nang tuluyang tumigil ang lalake sa paghalik sa kanya, mapungay ang kanyang mga matang pinanood kung papaano nito ibinuga ang usok habang nakatitig pabalik sa kanya.

Her heart felt a sting as she watched his eyes flicker with longing and desire as if he missed her more than anything else in the world. The moonlight caressing the side of his face made him look more ethereal yet deadly, like a paradox of something she should never succumb with.

"Meine liebe..." he uttered in a voice she often hears in her sleep, lulling her to take one more chance with him even if it means she will put her own life on the line.

Clary held her breath as the man touched her jawline while staring into her eyes, her heart begged nothing but to freely beat for him.

Nilunok niya ang namuong bara sa kanyang lalamunan saka niya dinukot ang baril sa kanyang hita. Alam niyang naramdaman iyon ng lalake ngunit hindi man lamang ito kumurap nang idikit niya ang nguso ng baril sa sintido nito.

"You're not supposed to be here," she said, trying her best for her voice not to shake.

He smirked dangerously and continued caressing her jaw. "What can I do? I'm craving for my favorite sinner..."

Nilabanan niya ang pangungulila sa mga haplos nito at inalis ang safety ng baril, ngunit inigting lamang ng lalake ang panga nito bago hinawakan ang kamay niyang may hawak ng baril.

Her tears formed when he slowly moved her hand and made her point the gun on his chest without him breaking their eye-contact. No, he wasn't challenging her at all. It was him declaring that even if she brings nothing to him but danger, he will always be willing to die in her hands.

Tuluyang pumatak ang kanyang mga luha. "Why can't you just kill me first?" Humikbi na siya at lalong diniin ang baril. "Why do you have to do this all the time?!"

Gumuhit ang lungkot sa mga mata nitong nakatitig lamang sa kanya. Mayamaya ay marahan nitong hinaplos ang kanyang pisngi habang pinagmamasdan niya ang guwapo nitong mukha.

His inky brows that furrow when he's mad, his narrow and pointy nose that flares when he's getting irritated, his eyes that speak more than his thin lips, and his jaw that clenches whenever another man threatens to touch her. This man is, without a doubt, always her greatest sin.

The man she is expected to kill but still couldn't...

Humugot ito ng matalim na hininga. Yumuko ito pagkatapos at dinampian ng halik ang kanyang panga bago ito bumulong sa kanyang tainga.

"You keep waiting for me to kill you first. Do you even know I'd be heartless once you're dead, hmm?" Nahigit niya ang kanyang hininga nang muli nitong hinalikan ang kanyang panga. "Tell me what you want, Clary. Do you want me gone? Will that make you happy?"

Her tears rolled down her face as her heart begged her to let it speak. Tinitigan nito ang luhaan niyang mga mata saka nito magaan na sinabunutan ang kanyang buhok.

"Answer me, meine liebe." He held the trigger of her gun, making her heartbeat go wilder. "Do you want me gone—"

"No!" She slapped him hard on his face. "No. . . "

He looked at her again, put back the safety of her gun, and slid it inside her coat. Napahikbi na lamang siya. She did it again. She missed her shot because of her goddamn heart. Again.

"Good girl." He stroked her lips with his thumb. "Let's get out of here then so I can make love to you all night."

Clary shut her eyes and tried to think but before she could even do it, he already claimed her lips as if he didn't want her to have the chance to doubt her heart anymore.

"Don't you wanna be with me, Clary?" he asked hoarsely.

Nilunok niya ang namuong bara sa kanyang lalamunan habang luhaang nakatitig sa namumungay nitong mga mata.

"I do. . . " She pulled her gun out again while her tears are trailing down her cheeks. "But this lifetime isn't made for us."

She pushed him hard and held the gun firmly with her trembling hand, and as she pointed it on his chest, she let her heart mourn for the love she knew she will always be forbidden to feel.

"Goodbye. . . Giovanni."

A gunshot echoed in the dark alley, followed by Clary's loud cry for the only man she knew she will always be forbidden to love . . .