S a n i t y - {+18}

✧ 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗌 ✧

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❁  ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɴ ᴀ  ❁

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       SEBASTIAN was quiet throughout the whole ride. Athena frowned softly. Her father's odd behaviour was surprising to her.

Back at the ball, he told her and her mother to come home in the middle of the event. He didn't even met Mr. Massimiliano. She could tell that the mother also noticed his surprisingly calm mood.

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Sebastian paced in his office. His mind was flooding with many unanswered questions. How could his PA make such an absurd mistake? How could he forgot to tell him that he was coming.

He exhaled loudly rubbing his temple. His body fell on the couch lazily. The ringing of his phone brought him out of his thoughts. His eyes scanned the familiar name displaying on his screen.

He pressed his lips in a thin line and pressed the green button.

"Come stai, . . .fratello?"

[  How are you, . . . brother?  ]

The feminine voice echoed through the speaker. His breaths slowed down as he clenched his jaw.

"Cecelia. . ."

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︎♔︎  s ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴛ  ♔︎

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Saint's steps were quick and firm inside the hotel. He took a puff of cigarette and blew the smoke from his mouth. His lips twitched upwards at the sight of blonde receptionist. She looked in her late thirties.

"Good morning sir. How may I help you?" The blonde smiled brightly at him. He leaned against the counter.

"I am lost a little, sweetheart." He smiled his famous smile. Her eyes widened as she blushed at his smile.

"How can I help you with that again?" She asked biting hee lip shyly.

"Can you tell me the directions to your heart?" He asked in the deep voice and then chuckled at her reaction.

"I am looking for the person here. Can you tell me his room number, sweetheart?"

Saint smirked as she coughed to hide the fact that she was swooned. But his smugness was short lived when despite all of his charms, she refused to give him any informations. He scowled.

"Just like your father." The deep voice remarked from behind him. He sighed and turned. His eyes bore into Giovanni's.

"Let's talk somewhere private." Giovanni suggested and the both men made their way to their destination.

"Nice." Saint made a remark once they reached Giovanni's  suite. Giovanni nodded and motioned him to sit on the couch.

"I want to kill her and the others who killed my parents." Saint said coming straight to the point. His tone was brimming with rage and vexation. Giovanni stared into his bloodshot eyes. He could see the crazy look in those dark orbes.