Deadly

18.

Saint

The fuck just happened?

Two weeks ago Celestia texted me saying she was going out of the country, then didn't reply to me and the next time i saw her she was killing some girl because she was rude

One second she was unusually happy, in my arms like we were a couple, then the next my shoulder was in fucking bad pain

I don't even know what happened

She looked like she was about to cry

Then she kicked my in my gut and twisted my arm back before running away

fuck that hurt

I call a clean up team for her before calling Lorenzo

"Hey Saint" he sounds chirpy

"Hey Lorenzo, is something going on with Celestia?"

"um" he clears his throat "um what do you mean?" his voice wabbles

"she said she was out of the country but i just found her in an alley killing a girl because she was rude and then she saw me and she was all happy then the next minute she was trying to break my shoulder" i sigh

"im- fuck- i'm so sorry she.." he sighs "she wasn't out of the country she was at our penthouse"

"what's going on?"

"she has this.. issue. It happens every few months, sometimes longer; she goes.. crazy? I don't know" he takes a deep breath "her mood changes like mad, she's either calm, extremely happy or deadly. She will kill anyone and she doesn't even realise who it is she's hurting; it's like she can see a body but no face. She becomes manipulative, more than usual, she can be going into detail how she will kill you one second and be crying, convincing you it didn't happen the next. It fucks with your head and hers. She tried to kill herself one time because she wanted to know how good it felt compared to how good she felt killing other people" he chuckles humourlessly

"o-okay"

"i'm sorry, could you just leave her alone until she comes back home and pretend it never happened? I know it's a lot to ask but it shouldn't bother you too much I hope, at the end of the day we're business partners, her issues shouldn't affect you"

"business partners.. yeah, yeah of course it's not a problem at all don't worry"

he sighs in relief "thank you"

"no worries" i hang up

fuck

I run my hands through my hair

How am I supposed to leave her alone?

The girl I am hopelessly obsessed with is up in their penthouse doing god knows what while I sit here acting like she's nothing more to me than the daughter of a business partner

I sigh shaking my head and stand up

I know where their penthouse is, they lent it to my father for a few days when we had first came here from Mexico

I get in one of my cars and tell the driver the address

we arrive quickly and I head straight to the penthouse

"sir you can't go in there" one of the many guards stops me

"Saint Moretti, I need to see Celestia"

he looks to the guard next to him who shrugs

"I'll need to ask Miss"

i nod

he takes a deep breath and knocks on the door

It swings open and he gets pulled inside before the door slams shut again

"oh fuck" one of the guards sighs under his breath

I wait patiently through the sounds of glass smashing, the yelling and the laughter until the door opens again revealing the guard whose sweaty with shaking hands

"you may go in sir"

"thank you" i say slowly before walking in

I shut the door behind me and see Celestia sitting on the couch watching 'the real housewives of beverly hills' while she eats m&m's

There's glass and broken plates shattered over the kitchen floor

"hey princess" i say as I sit next to her

she smiles brightly and climbs onto my lap sideways

i put my arms around her as she curls into me, resting her head on my chest

i plant kisses on her head until she looks up at me with soft eyes and a smile

"your pretty" she says child-like as she touches my face

"I think your prettier baby" I kiss her cheek as she giggles

a timer goes off on her phone and her face changes rapidly

She grips her phone and her knuckles turn white

"it's okay princess, what's the timer for" i say softly as I stroke her hair

"pills"

"where are they?" i ask softly

she points at the counter behind her

I go to move her off my lap but she clings onto me like a koala

I stand up, picking her up with me

She grabs the pills before i grab her a bottle of water from the fridge

She takes all the pills at once before drinking the water

"I didn't mean to hurt you" she says quietly "It's why I didn't talk to you, I don't want you to hate me"

I sit down, moving her to straddle me so we're face to face

"I could never hate you"

"I like you" she says so quietly I almost missed it

"you do?" I ask hopeful

she nods "but we can't be together"

"why not?" i hold her cheek in my hand

she leans into my touch "I can't be scared that one little thing is going to make me hurt you every few months, it's not fair to either of us"

"I can help you"

"I don't think you can"

"I want you Celestia, no matter what comes with it"

she looks into my eyes as if she's looking for any hesitation

but there's none

"let me take you to a psychologist" i tell her

"i've been to one" she sighs

"Dr Fredrik Björklund, he owes me favour, he's the best psychologist in the world. He knows everything, you wouldn't have to hold back about the mafia and he could help you find what you need to get better. Just please try" I beg

she sighs and nods "okay"

"thank you baby" I kiss from her cheek to her soft lips

I peck them once more "when are you going home?"

"hopefully next week, if it's safe"

"your dad doesn't check up on you?" i ask

"no, I tell him not to"

"good, we go in two days then"

"where?" she furrows her eyebrows

"Sweden"