Chapter 3: Charles Bonavich

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Someone would often say that the most relaxing time is to go to a cafe with a nice view, and have a perfect hot cappuccino or hot chocolate with a croissant on the side. However, sometimes it becomes better if there is an awfully handsome man sitting at the balcony seat of the cafe. It is quite a sight to see a man in a fine suit sitting by the balcony seat having a cup of coffee. His head up while looking over the city view just makes it better. His delicate yet handsome features from the eyes, nose, and jawline made him seem like an art outside of a painting.

Charles Bonavich. A man in late twenties. Not quite can be said just by looking at his sculpture like face. There is more than meets the eye. Who knows? He might be carrying a knife in his pocket.

Another man as outstanding as Charles enters the cafe. He also impresses every woman with his common suit. However, his stance and the way he walks disregards the common looking suit.

Every person captured by his presence follows him by eyes up to the door to the balcony. He walks out and sits on a chair across Charles. Charles on the other hand does not even glance at the man and simply takes a sip of coffee.

"Report," he said as he put down the cup.

"He's on the move. I mean by him, he and his entire organization," Grey answered.

"After almost a decade of hiding, he finally decides to come out of the dark,"

Grey chuckles. "Come out of the dark is not exactly the right word for it. He brought the devil out with him," he leans back and completely joins the beautiful man's picture.

"How many?" Charles asked.

"Five,"

"Where was the new one located?"

"Nothing important. I already ordered some of the men to stay low,"

"Good. Business stays the same,"

"Noted," Grey picks out his phone and scrolls through.

Silence peaks in. "Though, I think we need to keep a much closer look at his movements. Something just doesn't seem right,"

"Being paranoid again, Grey?" Charles grabs his mug once more.

"There has to be some kind of big plan. It has been almost ten years, and here he is as if nothing happened and is killing people," Grey spoke with no signs of worry.

"It is none of our business as long as none of my men and my business are affected by it. Let him do whatever it is he wants," Charles glances at Grey.

"Right. You're done being the superhero,"

Charles lets out a chuckle. "Oh, please. When have I ever been a superhero?"

Charles has never quite understood the concept of superhero. Ever since he remembered, his every action were solely based on protecting his men from any stupid mistake. The actions he has done to fix stupid mistakes wasn't exactly heroic like in the movies. It was quite different, and brutal.

"Well, anyway. I better get going. You also better leave. Sooner or later one of those women inside will ask for your number," Grey stands up. He fixes his suit and turns away.

"Oli," Charles stops him. Grey looks back as if already expecting what he would be asking.

"I heard she has a new case," Charles added.

"I'll have Alisa put on a three day surveillance," Grey cuts him off to whatever thought he has. He doesn't wait for his answer and simply leaves the coffee shop, leaving Charles back to his coffee.


Author's Note: 

This is the shortest chapter I've ever written lol.  Though, there is a reason for it ;)  


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"Late Night Talks"

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