Vicentious Marshall

How can the fisherman speak of my mother's name?

And why is his son, who does not know how to get the net properly that night, up on the roof, and playing shurikens in his hands?

I remained in my position, with blood dripping on my hand as he continued walking towards me.

The assassins ruined their formation and permitted him a way towards me.

His thin cream longsleeve, screaming the saltness of the sea couldn't escape my nose. The fisherman shorts allowed me to notice how it got repeatedly soaked in the sea because of the little discoloration it has on the lower parts. His stiff hair proclaiming he dived the deep sea before getting in here, was all evident.

I lifted my eyes on him to meet those guarded eyes once again because I am still overwhelmed on how they are in a circumstance I never thought they'll be able to enter.

Why is he here?

What are they doing in this treacherous hole when they should have just busied themselves marveling the ocean?

Most importantly... who are they? What are they hiding from me?

"Lady, we've met again,"

He may have read in my face that I had no intention to communicate back so he moved his eyes up, where the culprit of my bleeding fist is.

I saw him clench his jaw as he silently forewarn his son above.

Me? I have no intention to withdraw my eyes on the fisherman— who just mentioned my mother's name.

My eyes marveled at the figure in front of me— his bronze skin, his natural wavy brown hair, his tense lips, and his light brown orbs which are currently staring at me are screaming absolute masculinity and vigor none can dare question.

He is an epitome.

"I am Vicentious Marshall, your mother's best friend."

That direct-to-the-point introduction caused me to baffle in my position. I couldn't even part my lips to counter.

I heard a loud landing on the floor before hearing a young boy's greeting for Luther.

What did he just say?

"And I am fully aware you are her daughter when you placed your feet on the boat that silent night,"

How is that coincidence even possible?

I've never met him in any part of my childhood so why is he declaring the "bestfriend" title to me like he is very certain he is the only bestfriend my mom has in her whole life? He was never introduced to me and I am sure that that night was the only time I came face to face with him so how will he recognize me as my mother's child?

"Aside from your hair, nose, and your figure, you unconsciously had her naiveness and serious admiration of tranquility like how you fancy the moon, the sea, and its calmness that night. Right there I know it was you even if we never had a chance to meet." he continued, answering the questions I cannot get off my head.

"Aside when you were just this fragile newborn in my crude hands,"

"You are bluffing?" That wasn't supposed to be a question.

He responded with a deep sigh. "It is up to you whether you'll believe it or not."

"But know that I'll have no benefit to lie to you about that."

His eyes quickly darted behind me. "Excuse me, for your father and I have a lot to talk about. And I would be the one to apologize for the recklessness of my son. You should also attend to your wound immediately."

He was about to step away but I halted him with my words. "Are you a part of this mafia?"

"I decided to not that's why I've distanced myself far far away...even from your mother."

Looking at the door behind him, I continued. "Will you be in it now?"

He firmly shook his head.

"Then why are you here?"

"I have heard Luther was not taking proper care of what was only left for him. I am here to forewarn him of his waste of time."

I got reminded again of my questions to Luther earlier.

"And I also wish to have a simple boat ride with the mafia's leader even for just a little while."

I nodded and stop myself to overanalyze his statements. My eyes shifted to the now on-the-exit assassins. I glanced at Luther's direction and saw him skimming at me.

Rene nodded at me so I presumed the fisherman's entrance changed the judgment of me for tonight.

Deither gave me his usual stern expression when he noticed my gaze in his direction. Automatically my eyes found the blonde on the floor so I proceeded to walk to her and carry her even with the planted shuriken on my right fist.

I almost made her fall hard on the floor if I didn't immediately kneel and catch her by my legs when my hand slipped on her body because of the sudden pain that has struck my hand. I glanced at the sharp shuriken on my hand before I diverted my eyes to the young boy who threw them in.

He was about to go to me, very apologetic, but his father's firm hand stopped him to.

The moment I am again to carry the blonde, still kneeling and bleeding, the door opened, revealing Remus in his callous state.

Our eyes automatically met, and this time he is the one to withdraw his after a second of eye interaction. He walked past me and acted like he didn't see me.

I watched how his shoes step mercilessly on my blood at the ground.

For the last time this night, my heart clenched and twisted like a wailing woman.