Third Person POV
A brief glimpse into the mastermind.
Somewhere far away from Italy, in a dim warehouse lit only by a single overhead bulb, a man stood with his back to the door. Tall, poised, a silhouette more than a person. His gloves were stained faintly with oil from the weapons laid out in front of him.
Another man approached him nervously.
"Sir.. the message reached him. Cassano opened it."
A beat.
The figure didn't turn.
Didn't breathe.
Didn't blink.
"...Good" he finally murmured, voice smooth and cold. "Then begin the next phase"
"Right away"
The subordinate hurried out, leaving the mastermind alone with the table, the weapons, and a single black rose placed in a locked glass case. He touched the case lightly with two fingers.
"It's almost time" he whispered.
***
At the Cassano mansion, the tension in the room was suffocating. Every Cassano present stared at Damien as he finished explaining Cyrus's past - the assassination of his entire family, his infiltration of The Division, his revenge on Dani's family and the black rose message addressed to "the one who kept him alive".
Silence.
Then-
Noel stood up.
Her face was unreadable. Not angry. Not crying. Not blank. Something far worse - the kind of hurt that collapses quietly inward.
She took one shaky breath.
"I didn't know." she whispered. "I.. didn't know that was his life."
Her voice almost cracked, but she forced it down and turned away.
Damien started. "Noel-"
But she walked out before anyone could reach her.
Luca stood immediately. "I'm going after her-"
"No" Damien said firmly. "Give her a moment."
Luca looked like he wanted to argue, but Vittoria squeezed his arm gently. He sat back down, jaw clenched.
Damien continued. "I told you because we're all going to be involved whether we want to be or not. The Division is resurfacing. And they want someone who is currently unconscious in our home."
A shiver moved through the room.
"This will be a war" Damien finished. "Better you all know now"
**
Noel stopped at Cyrus's door. Her hand hovered above the doorknob. Trembling slightly.
She remembered the way she treated him weeks ago. The cold shoulder. The anger.
"Whichever hole you crawled out of, Cyrus - go back there. And bury yourself."
The silence she weaponised.
Her accusations.
She didn't know she was stabbing into wounds that never healed.
She pressed her forehead to the door and exhaled shakily.
When she finally entered, the room was dim except for the soft light by Cyrus's bedside. The machines hummed, steady and almost gentle.
Noel stepped closer and froze.
He looked different today. Color in his skin. More life in his face.
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OUR BOND
RandomEver since Alessia, Noel's mother passed away it has never been the same. She doesn't get along with her father and it's been like that for the past years. He eventually gets tired of it and decides to send her to his brother-in law's place in Italy...
