snippets of VCY

the aftermath of first mafia missions

And when they're in an empty corridor walking way past the point where she had to stop and do the magic, she's suddenly lost of how or what to do.

The words are caught in her throat and she starts to get anxious withdrawing her hand and stopping abruptly.

He looks at her, in confusion and she places her hand on her thigh where the blade is strapped safely intact.

"How about we—?"
The man falls on the ground when he receives a deadly punch by Vincenzo.

She can see the blood coming from his nose as he lies unconscious and Cha Young wants to calculate the distance and the pressure of the punch that made the man fly 2 feet away from her.

His eyes practically scream murder and radiate rage.

She doesn't let her facade break.

"I was handling it." She defends herself.

"And where the hell do you think you were taking him?"

She scoffs, "I thought it's better if we walk a little further to go unnoticed."
He smiles, it's poisonous.

"When the room is two steps away. Right, I totally believe you."

She ignores his jab.

"Where's Luca?"

"Why? Do you plan to take him to the room too?"

Her eyes snap to his.

"Where the hell are you taking this?"

"Oh. So you regain your confidence now."

"I was asking something!"

Luca, bless him, intervenes and tells them it's better to leave as Alfonso is on his way to take care of Antonio.

The car ride is filled with tension.

Like an imaginary steam has filled the entire car.

When they reach back home, Fabio waits for them in the living room smoking cigars with Yoo Chan.

They acknowledge their presence and Fabio looks at Vincenzo and knows.

"We'll discuss it tomorrow. You should call it a night." Vincenzo briskly walks up the stairs without bidding good night—as if waiting for his father to speak those words.

Cha Young smiles and bids both of them goodnight.

She's not as flared up as somebody and still has some sense in her.

"Buon Lavoro, Cha Young."

She hears Fabio say.

Her father nods in response, albeit trying to hide his smile.

When she makes her way up to their room, he's in the bathroom and she can hear the shower on.

She takes off her jewelry, heels, relaxes her tense shoulders and closes her eyes momentarily smiling as she feels happy and content with today's happenings.

Yes, she knows she lost it and almost messed up for a bit but she didn't let that cloud over her happiness.

At least, she spiked his drink and made him move to the corridor.

It's her first time.

Every tiny detail counts.

She hears him coming out of the bathroom in his night suit, still not looking at her, drying his hair.

His after shower scent permeates her senses and he looks and feels so warm and cozy.

She just wants to sleep in for long by using him as her pillow.