Better Left Unsaid

Chapter 2

The sun was peeking through the terrace’s door, hitting her hair making it a light shade of brown. She heard a faint knock on the door, then the sound of the door squeaking; it was Victor.

“Good morning, Helena.” He said softly as he kissed her forehead. She groaned as her eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning.” She smiled.

“Slept well?” He asked. Helena nodded. “Grand! Now c’mon let’s get downstairs. Breakfast is ready.”

“Okay, go ahead. I’ll take a shower and meet you downstairs because I’m positively sure I look like a zombie” Victor chuckled.

“Okay, we’re waiting for you.” He said before closing the door behind him.

Helena got up, tidied her bed and went to shower. She then got into some fresh clothes and got downstairs.

“Good morning, Olga.” She said as she kissed her cheek and took a seat. “The food looks delicious.”

“Good morning, dear, and thank you, it even tastes better.” She winked as they all laughed.

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“Good Morning, Boss.” Victor smiled as he stepped in the room.

“Good Morning, Cherlin. I see you’re in a good mood today.” He said as he approached the cigarette to his lips and smoked it. “How’s our little guest?”

“She’s doing fine. Now, back to business, I know the guy involved in the murder of The Lebels.” Victor said.

“Who is the guy?”

“Enzo Vitsin.” The Boss exhaled as the smoke left his lips and made small circles before disappearing in the air. “That same guy involved in The Incident.” He replied coldly.

Victor’s body tensed up at the mention of The Incident. ”We must catch him, very soon.” His voice had great intense.

 “You seem to care too much about this girl, Cherlin.”

“I do…a lot.” He insisted. “I don’t want the same thing to happen with this one again.”

The Boss nodded.

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“I’ll get it, Olga.” Helena yelled from the living room.

“Okay, honey.” Olga yelled back.

Helena opened the door. No one was there. Just a small piece of paper lying on the front mat; Helena had an intimate feeling of de jà vu. She picked the paper up and opened it. It read “This isn’t over, little bitch.” Helena’s body tensed up as she started shaking and crying.

“Who is it, dear?” Olga asked as she went to the door and found Helena on the floor crying rivers and shaking badly. “Oh, dear lord!” she acreamed as she ran to her and got her up on her feet and escorted her to the living room. She then took the paper Helena held in her hand and read it with fear building up in her eyes. She then immediately picked up the phone and dialed the police departement.

“Hello, Local Police Departement of Russia? I need to speak to Mr. Victor Cherlin immediately.” She spoke through the phone.

“Hello? Victor? It’s Olga. You need to come home now. It’s urgent.” She said in a serious tone.