FLAWLESS

CHAPTER 4

Shanelle POV

The three of us, Beatrice, Kayleen, and I strode through the bustling airport terminal with an air of confidence. Our entourage, consisting of stylists, makeup artists, and personal assistants, followed closely behind, maneuvering through the throngs of travelers. As high-profile models, we were accustomed to the attention and the paparazzi that seemed to be perpetually lurking.

I glanced at the massive LED screens displaying arrival and departure times as we made our way to the private jet terminal. A wave of excitement washed over me. LA was calling, and we were about to answer in style. There, waiting for us, stood a gleaming private jet, adorned with the logo of a prestigious airline.

The jet's luxurious interior beckoned as the crew members welcomed us on board. I marveled at the spacious cabin, elegantly furnished with plush leather seats, polished wooden accents, and soft ambient lighting. The pristine white marble flooring gleamed under the gentle glow, adding a touch of opulence to the surroundings.

I settled into my seat, sinking into the plush cushions, and exhaled a sigh of relief. The adrenaline from the journey began to dissipate as I reached for my noise-canceling headphones. While my friends bubbled with anticipation about the upcoming fashion show, I craved a moment of tranquility.

As I pressed play on my playlist, the melodic tunes of calm waves and soothing nature sounds filled my ears. The peaceful rhythm lulled me into a state of relaxation. I closed my eyes, allowing the serene sounds to transport me to a place far away from the frenetic energy of the fashion world.

Beatrice's excited voice disrupted my reverie. 

"Can you believe we'll be walking the runway alongside Helena Christensen and Karlie Kloss? This show is going to be legendary!"

Kayleen chimed in, her voice filled with awe. 

"And did you hear that Kate Moss and Gisele Bündchen will be attending as special guests? This is a dream come true!"

I opened my eyes, giving them a half-hearted smile. "That's incredible. You two will rock the runway, as always."

Beatrice chuckled and nudged Kayleen. 

"Look at Shanelle, always in her world with those nature sounds. Maybe she's trying to summon dolphins to be her runway companions."

I rolled my eyes playfully, offering a sly smile. "Oh, you know me, always one with nature. I'd take dolphins over divas any day."

We shared a laugh, the playful banter easing any lingering tension. I leaned back, closing my eyes once again, letting the sounds of crashing waves and rustling leaves embrace me.

Hours later, the private jet descended gracefully, touching down at Los Angeles International Airport. The familiar hustle and bustle of the city greeted us as we disembarked and were escorted to a waiting private SUV. The sleek vehicle whisked us away, weaving through the city's traffic toward our glamorous destination.

The car came to a halt outside the grand entrance of the renowned Luxe Bella Hotel. Towering like a beacon of extravagance, the hotel exuded an aura of sophistication. Gilded chandeliers sparkled above, casting a warm glow on the marbled floors and intricate artworks adorning the walls.

We entered the reception area, where the attentive staff greeted us with gracious smiles. I approached the check-in counter, my heart brimming with anticipation. After confirming our reservations, we were escorted to our private suite.

The suite was a sanctuary of luxury, featuring spacious rooms adorned with plush furnishings, floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the city, and a lavish marble bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi. I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as I surveyed our temporary haven.

Beatrice and Kayleen claimed their beds, discussing the outfits they would wear for the private party held at the hotel lobby later that night. I found solace in the corner of the suite, where a cozy reading nook beckoned. The shelves were lined with books, inviting me to immerse myself in a different world for a while.

With a newfound sense of calm, I unpacked my belongings, each item finding its place in the immaculate suite. Relief washed over me as I realized we had a few hours to unwind before the festivities. I had been yearning for a moment of respite, and now, I had found it in the lap of luxury.

As I settled into the plush armchair, surrounded by the familiar sounds of crashing waves and rustling leaves, I couldn't help but feel grateful. In this fast-paced world of fashion, it was these serene moments that kept me grounded, allowing me to find my center amidst the chaos. And if my friends teased me about it, well, they could simply be ignored.

Vincent POV

As I strode through the grand entrance of the prestigious hotel, my presence immediately drew the attention of everyone in the lobby. The click of my boots echoed against the marble floor, and the low murmur of conversations ceased as heads turned to gaze at me. Behind me trailed my loyal gang, a band of notorious bad boys who had earned their reputation on the streets.

"Listen up, boys," I said, my voice commanding attention. "We've arrived at our temporary base of operations. Make sure you settle into your rooms and stay alert. We're here for a reason, and I expect you to be ready for any updates. Meet me back in the lobby once you're settled in."

The boys nodded in agreement, acknowledging my authority as their gang leader. They dispersed, each heading towards their designated rooms, their presence adding an air of danger to the opulent surroundings.

Approaching the reception area, I leaned casually against the counter, my gaze fixed on the attractive receptionist. With a flirtatious smile, I engaged her in conversation, effortlessly weaving my charm.

"Hey there, sweetheart," I drawled, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "I believe I'm in need of a room."

She blushed, flustered by my magnetism. "Of course, sir. What's your name?"

"They call me Vincent but you, can call me Vin," I replied with a smug grin.

Her fingers danced over the keyboard as she checked for available rooms. Our playful banter continued until she handed me the room key, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"Enjoy your stay, Vin."

With a nod, I accepted the key and made my way to my room. The door swung open to reveal a space that exuded luxury but remained understated. The room was tastefully decorated, adorned with rich furnishings and a comfortable king-sized bed. It was a sanctuary, but I had no intention of lounging in comfort during this mission.

As I settled into the room, my phone rang, breaking the silence. I glanced at the screen, recognizing the incoming call from my father. I answered, bringing the device to my ear.

"Vincent, how's everything going?" my father's voice echoed through the line.

"It's all falling into place, Father," I replied, my eyes fixated on the window overlooking the opposite wing of the hotel. 

"I've got a clear view of the target."

The room across from mine housed three girls, their laughter and jubilant dancing carrying through the glass. Among them was my mark, the one who held the key to finding her brother. I had deliberately chosen this room to keep a watchful eye on her every move.

My father's voice resonated with pride. 

"Excellent, Vincent. Remember, this mission is crucial for our cause. Ensure you gather the information you need without arousing suspicion. You know what to do son."

"I won't disappoint, Father," I assured him, my gaze never leaving the room where my targets unknowingly danced their night away. 

"I'll do whatever it takes to find that son of a bitch."

We exchanged a few more words, discussing the intricacies of the mission and the importance of the girl's cooperation. After hanging up, I remained rooted at the window, watching the girls with unwavering determination.

This was no vacation. It was a dangerous game, one that required precision and finesse. I was ready to play my part, to dance between shadows and secrets, all while keeping a close eye on my unsuspecting targets. The stage was set, and the curtain was about to rise on a performance that would change everything.