THREE MONTHS AFTER DANIELLA...
"What would you like to have? I can have them brought to you," The young master says and is met with an expressionless gaze. He still assumes it's resistance, and continues to skim through the booklets of top tier purses and outfits.
"I had information gathered that you like these things, why such disinterest? France is a beautiful country with all these pleasures say the word and I'll do it for you, Daniella." She had grown tired of his endless pursuit for her. She would have been better off being sold to some of his clients. The annoyance of having to deal with him by her side every minute of the day was infuriating.
"And I will tell you again and again. I want nothing from you!" She says with her face unchanging as even from before. His face changed to one of amusement.
"Won't you give me the time of day Daniella, hmm?" He said as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and settled on dropping a lazy kiss on her cheek. She had tried using violence, name calling, resistance and even threatening to take her life but he wouldn't hear of any of it. He would smile give her some next kind of extravagant gift. Give in.
Let him have you. Give in.
"I wasn't being rational there, you've given me so much. I was being ungrateful I'm sorry." She said and lowered head. The young master got into a state of panic and lifted her head towards his and he had this...pained smile on his face.
"I'm not trying to hurt you Daniella. All I want is to take care of you. You must have been through a lot. I know how that feels. Let me take care of you." For a second she saw some kind of resentment in his eyes and she truly looked at him.
He was beautiful with a dash of exquisite and a whole lot of crazy.
"Why bound me?" She asked.
"For my sake. People have a tendancy of....causing more heart ached than reassurance in certain situations," she could only stare. As much as she couldn't stand him as of right now, he was still so young. He'd seen too much, been numbed of the humanity he had once. Has he never trusted anyone before.
My parents were the first to come to the station then Felicity's parents. She saw as those two loving parents broke down in the station. Why would someone drive to murder someone so low. Her mind was feeling and she didn't know what was to be done then. She was lost. She was hollow. How many people were going to hurt her then move on like it didn't matter to them.
"Explain Venice. How did you know this guy?! How long have you been close to a killer?" Her mother asked and my father turned to listen to what I had to say. I didn't even know what I needed to say. I met him, he crawled his way to me from places I didn't even know he could come in? That I felt drained of everything bad in the world when I was with him, but I never felt safe with him. It was like plunging yourself in deep empty waters and not expecting to find anything come out of nowhere. Until something does eventually.
"You don't get it mom. I didn't know. I didn't know because I refused to see reason when it came to him. Because every single time it seemed like we were on the same page he was always two steps ahead. Felicity was in love with him. The moment she told me that I thought I was going to run mad...he wanted me. He chose me. He only ever looked at me." Stop talking Venice. Stop talking or you'll sound just as crazy as he was. Don't lose yourself for another man not again. Not again Venice please.
But my lips kept moving.
"Jace had nothing on him. Not a single thing. Not for how he was with me all the time. He killed Felicity but...we understood each other...didn't we? Q isn't a killer it was impulsive. Wasnt it?"
"No, you're wrong Miss Venice Allera." A voice I recognised said next to us. The man wore a wrinkled white shirt. He looked no older than late thirties. He had long hair that reached over his shoulders and long legs that made him slightly taller than the average man I was used to.
"Sorry who?" I asked and he extended his hand.
"We spoke on the phone recently, Bart, I'm in charge of investigations in the force." I got up and my parents followed. He led us to his standard American police office. He closed the door behind us and went over to a tall cabinet and pulled some drawers until he removed one yellow one that had the name Quincy. R on it.
"Excuse us, we are Venice's parents." My father stood and shook hands and my eyes wouldn't move from the file. "Should we be here as our daughter was associated with him. My wife and I would like to step back and let our daughter handle this." His words didn't affect me as much as I thought it would. They left together and had me and the detective together.
"I found more information on him that shocked me to the core Venice. Before I show you this and take you through I want to know if this man physically harmed you in any way?" He asked and my heart suddenly started racing out of nowhere. He never touched me unconsensually. Ever.
"No, never." I said and he nodded and sat back.
"I want to know that I can relay this information to you without having pressured you to hearing it. In short I want to look out for your mental well being kid." He said and I nodded slightly unsure. He opened the file and slid it to my direction.
"His story goes way back Miss Allera. So to understand that I had to go to his origins back to Nantes France. His birth town." The detective said and I already felt like I wasn't going to process any of this but I let him go on anyway.