Kindunophilia (Love of Danger) Patrician Series #1

IX: Motorcyclist and Violist

(Soundtrack: KARD- Ride on the wind)

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The lofty outside pavement wall was covered with few green lichens. The Mansion de Valeria stood almost on top of Esquiline Hill. Anyone could perceive it was an eye-catching-castle looking from the coast distant.

The air was windy and mixed with heat. Yearned overwhelm me for the houses below was indeed a scenery. I never thought that outside the lavish secured Mansion, there was a natural picturesque concealed. If I had known a little early, I could escape at night for the dreamy scenery waiting for me.

I inhaled the fresh atmosphere. It had never tumbled in my memory that the place I had been living could be that beautiful at the edge.

Although, it was been a distant from the crowded houses, it offered a spot I could surfeit with serenity.

The roar of a vehicle tugged me back from the real scenario. I turned to the sound. I was been really expecting a Sedan was waiting for us. Samuel rode on a black motorcycle and was already clothed in a split back leather belted rare sunburst jacket.

I honestly and silently hated to confess, he was violently luscious on that kind of bearing. He always did. His posture was one of perfect figures I had rarely seen on magazines.

His hair slovenly floated, joined with the rush of wind.

By unknown means, my face heated. I immediately glanced away. From one angle of my eye, I had been extremely assumed he was staring. Sometimes, it was his habit.

Well, I had surreptitiously observed.

My own unbelievable claimed was enormously wrong, for he was not staring on me but my skirt that was been evidently showing some inner skin of my legs!

Relax, Audrey! You were supposed to invite enjoyment and not the opposite way of creating another lecture about proper manners.

I fixed my skirt and held the edge of the fabric, precluding from exposing my delicate-white-skin.

I glared at him but he simply glanced away. Samuel pressed his lips together and expressed an obvious smirk.

I accumulated all the equilibrium I had. My thoughts came back again and someway very much sated with questions again. Why it did felt as if I need to ask him at all times? Why it did felt as though I need to dig more information about him? Why I felt so insensible so sudden?

I might had been too occupied from the cobblestone I had witnessed, the beautiful landscape, his industrious- multiple jobs. Certainly, the image of a woman in my mind. Why it did had to bother me?

As further matter, about the call that night when slumber hardly not visit me.

" I wanted to ask few questions before we leave."

"Go on. I did not know you had still questions." He crossed his arms over his chest and cupped his hand on the grew stubble on his chin.

" What was your certain purpose of trespassing the Mansion that day?" I asked, bluntly.

It was been the bafflement on me. The turmoil they caused with his ally had furnished bad assumptions. I eagerly needed his explanation. Just in case, he was then actually pure as a rose.

" My coward friend needs my quick companion."

He called his friend a 'coward'. He had diverse meaning of friendship. I could not comprehend on why did he called his friend a 'coward' instead of saying something marvelous remark about his amigo.