Mascara

Mascara - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Year 2012

Chastity knew that, in view of the public eye, Victoire wouldn't dare to do anything threatening to her and Pavo. What Victoire could do, however, was alarmingly innocent and yet the biggest threat of all. No one was going to give a damn if you pressed your ring casually.

“You know, Victoire,” she said lightly, sidling up casually to the woman and ignoring the stiffening of the thugs surrounding her, “If you blow Pavo up here in the airport, wouldn't you attract a little attention?”

Victoire laughed. It was almost as if they were talking about the weather, Chastity realised in amusement. “My dear,” Victoire answered slowly. “You should know what humans are like. They see a bomb blowing up, and the first thing they would assume is terrorists. Especially in an airport. And I would play the role of a grieving mother who has just lost her son to terrorists.” She smiled down at Chastity in mock sadness. “Don't assume I won't destroy Pavo just because of a little attention. That is completely far from being an incentive not to blow him up, Kurosu.”

Chastity glanced back at Pavo from behind, who was eyeing several attractive men walking down the airport with their luggage. She tried not to roll her eyes. Even when he was at death's door, he had to be distracted by such triv—

Oh my. That particular guy was hot. Chastity spent the next few minutes being led along the air-conditioned corridors, blind to the world except Pavo and a few attractive guys around her. The floors were as polished as the floors of the hotel she had stayed in before her kidnap and Chastity felt a childish urge to slide over them on her slippered feet to the guys.

Moments later, the girl, Pavo, Victoire and the two thugs finally entered a fast food restaurant. The smell of fried chicken wafted through the air.

“What's this?” Pavo said in surprise, the absence of hot guys drawing him out of his reverie. “Why are we here? Shouldn't we be in the terminal to board the plane?” He was ignored. Victoire merely shot him a stony glance and pushed him and Chastity down onto two chairs before seating herself on the opposite side facing them. The two thugs grabbed chairs next to either side of the two hostages and sat down.

“That's great,” Chastity commented sarcastically, eyeing her 'wardens'. “A reunion dinner now, eh?” She was ignored as well.

“Miss Victoire.” One thug spoke, his deep voice urgent. Chastity hadn't thought him capable of intelligent speech. Impressive. “The flight sets off at four. It's already half past three. Perhaps we should...”

“Perhaps we should what?” Victoire snapped, her voice tight and slightly angry. “Would you prefer, Alex, that we arrive at London on time to meet Lord Chance with only these two, or arrive late with all three hostages?”

Alex looked perturbed. “Both would be unpleasant. But the latter would be...”

“Slightly less consequential for us?” Victoire finished for him. “Yes. I know. The best option for us right now is to wait for them to arrive soon, and if they don't, we'll have no choice but to board the next flight at eight.”

Chastity narrowed her eyes. The kidnappers wanted Chaos too. Chances were, he would come for her. Things were not good. “My Danny will be in danger!” Pavo cried out, his face paling. Several other customers in the restaurant sent curious glances at him. “He'll come for me, and you—“

“That's enough, Pavo,” Victoire cut in quietly. “Do you want to die earlier?” Chastity stepped on Pavo's foot silently, and he shot her a reproachful stare, but quieted down. The customers eventually lost interest and focused on their chicken. “Whether or not that Danny lives when we capture him later on is up to you and your behaviour, frérot,' Victoire whispered softly, maliciously. “I did warn them to stay away from you, after all.”