Vanessa's POV
MY PHONE keep ringing while I'm arranging my guns. Who the hell would call me at this time? Tsk.
I walked towards my bed and there I saw my uncle's name. I answered it immediately
"Why, uncle?"
[Why did you make butler James stay in our mansion?]
I chuckled "Uncle, are you insane? I'm a woman and yet you want him to live here in my place? Nah."
[But Vanessa, he'll take care of you! Or even guard you!]
"Uncle, he's my butler not my bodyguard." I reminded him
"-look, uncle. I know you're worried about me, but hey lemme' remind you." I sat on the bed "I'm fine, and I have my things here. You have nothing to worry about."
[Stay in your mansion, then.] He said, that made my eye's widened [Or in our properties,]
"Tito," let see if you can resist me "-I'll be fine, okay? And also, I'm staying here in a condominium you own. Don't worry,"
[Tsk.] I grinned when he tsked [Anyways, let me remind you Vanessa Kacey Briones, you're just an nineteen year old girl. Don't you dare—]
"Okay, uncle." I rolled my eyes "Gotta go, I want to travel here in Manila."
[Vanessa-!]
I ended the call with a smile on my face, so where should I go? Herishion? Hexagon? Or drag racing at Octagon? Hmmm.
My eyes stopped on the mirror. I looked at myself, I'm wearing a black leather jacket. I think my outfit would be the one who'll choose where I should go.
'Drag racing then.'
THE CAR parked in front of me, it was driven by a guard in our mansion and thank God! My car is still alive.
I do have many cars in our mansion but when it comes to drag racing? Nah. I'd rather choose my Porsche.
The guard gave me the key and opened the door for me. I just stared at him as he closed the door of my car. I smiled after that
'I missed my car!'
I started to drive my car away from the condo, Octagon is also a club but this time, it can allow you to race with others.
The difference between Octagon and Hexagon is Hexagon is only for drinking and fucking
Yes, fucking.
Same as the Pentagon, actually it was own by someone named . . . I don't remember what his name is
But I'm sure that he's a drug addict.
Before I agreed to my Uncle's decision about staying in Manila, of course I want to know the relation of Pentagon's owner and Hexagon's
I saw his face yeah, he's not that handsome. More like-my friend, Jamie's ideal man.
And mind you, he's the owner of Octagon also. He's not a gangster or even assassin but I can smell fishy about that guy.
He cannot be that 'rich' if he isn't a member of any mafia organization. Well, just stating the fact.
Surprisingly, that guy was a former gangster. I searched more about him, before I decided to come in Octagon so yeah, he's a former gangster
'Whatever,'
EVERYBODY looked at me as I stepped inside the club. It seems that they're getting ready, huh?
A guy looked like a rapist came closer to me "Excuse me?" He called me "Do you have any reservation?"
I just want to roll my eyes, is he dumb? All of the people-no, a gangster, assassins, or even an organization member here made a reservation, and what does he think I am?
"Are you seriously kidding me, Mister potato head?" I glared at him "It seems that you don't know me, huh?"
His brows furrowed, trying to remember what my name is "S-sorry?" The fuck is he saying?
"Can't believe that you forgot my name and my position," I chuckled "You're just talking to the Mafia Queen, Mister potato head."
His jaw dropped, so I tap his left shoulder before I pass "I'll let this pass, but one more time you disrespect me? I won't think twice to rip your neck off. Understood?"
Without waiting for his response I walked away from him and get my card on the counter "Good morning, Mafia Queen. It's nice to see you again,"
She smiled at me "It's good that you know what my position is," I faked a smile "First warning, your manager forgot my position. When you reach third warning, I can bring down this fucking Octagon right now."
Her lips paled as if I'm going to kill her. I just turned my back on her and reach for my car
I immediately start the engine and smiled "You gotta' kick their ass, my princess." I even rubbed my clutch
'If we win, I'll treat you. A car wash, whole day. So you better beat them, or else ...'
While I was waiting for the sign, a waiter knocked on my tinted window. I opened it and raised my right eyebrow
"What?"
He smiled at me, but his hands are trembling, "S-special drink for our Mafia Queen,"
I faked a smile "No thanks," with that I closed the window
What's wrong with Octagon? Tsk.
My lips curved when a woman-no, a lady rather raised the flag up and down
'The owner of Octagon may be a 76 year old man. Tsk tsk, old style.'
I just looked at my clutched "You better win this, my princess. I know you wouldn't love to be wreck by your owner."
With that, I started to drive
'My uncle is not here, should I have some fun? Hmm.'
"Q-QUEEN."
They all bowed to me as if it's my first time to win. I opened the door of my car and stood up.
"Congrats, Queen." A woman congratulates me "You're such a great racer!"
I just faked a smile. Who the hell is she? Tsk. "Anyway, here's your case."
She smiled as she gave the case. I opened it and saw dollars "Fuck this."
I threw it away and move away from them "Q-queen, wait!" I can see on my peripheral vision that she's picking those dollars on the floor
'How pathetic.'
They all moved away from me when I enter the Octagon again. But before I totally came in, I raised my right hand and wave it
As I lock my car
'That's how you embarass people, man.'
While I was walking, a familar man caught my attention. If I am not mistaken he's the one
The one who owns this place and the other branches of it.
I wasn't shock when he glanced at me. He's wearing a formal suit and a reading glasses
He excuse himself and came closer to me. What a jerk.
"Nice to see you here, Ms. Briones." He offered me a drink "Here's our special tequila for our special guest."
He raised his wine glass and drank it and so do I "Anyway," I looked at him when he started to talk once again "I heard you went to my Pentagon last day?"
"Yeah." I boringly said. Why do I feel like this? Like-he's not like this, I mean-is he pretending?
"Are you the owner of this place?" I looked around then stopped my eyes at him "Eric Pires, hindi ba?"
His eyes widened as if I say something . . . shocking?
"Nagtatagalog ka naman pala e!" Now, it's my turn to wide my eyes
'Did he hit me on my arm?!'
"How dare you hit me?!" I exclaimed but unfortunately, he laughed and smirked at me
'Is he insane? What the fuck.'
"Alam mo Vanessa. Nakakamiss ka pala, 'no?"
What the fuck is he saying? "Don't call me Vanessa." I seriously said and I even use my cold tone to scare him
But I was wrong because he gave me a teasing smile "Come on! Di mo ba ko nakikilala?"
My brows furrowed "As if I know you."
I was about to ignore him and find some seat for me to rest but this bastard didn't let me
"Let. Go." I glared at him "You wouldn't love to taste hell, aren't you?"
"Katakot ka talaga, Vanessa." He removed his hand in my wrist "Tara! Don muna tayo!"
I was about to refuse because I might kill him in so much anger but fuck, he pulled me already
When we reached the red sofa, he made me sat with him "Tarika!"
He pulled my hand and smiled at me. "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? I'm the fuckin' Mafia Queen!"
"I know." He nodded his head
'What the fuck.'
"Eric Pires, I am warning you." I coldly said "I can kill you here in front of others."
He shook his head "Vanessa naman!" He pouts. Wtf? "Hindi mo ko naaalala, no?"
A smirk appeared on his face "-I'm Eric Pires, the sexy, handsome, hot guy in town." He lively said "Your childhood friend! Hindi mo ba ako naaalala?" He pouts
With that, my mouth form into letter 'O' but not a big one "Oh. The ugly guy?"
What a coincidence. Eric Pires and my childhood friend.
Fuck it.