T.S.Noir

  We sat in the dim expanse of Bckwood Manor, our words echoing off the cold stone like ghosts of our intentions.

  The long table stretched between us, a chasm of dark wood and darker secrets, while flickering candles cast trembling shadows on our faces.

  Sebastian leaned forward, his attention unwavering, as I detailed my pn with the precision of a surgeon cutting into a fragile heart.

  To kidnap Sabrina. To rescue her. To bend her fate to my will. The gravity of it hung in the air, binding us to a path from which we would not return.

  I began with the essentials, my voice low and deliberate. “The timing must be exact,” I said, watching for Sebastian’s reaction. “She must believe there’s no other outcome. No hope, until I give it to her.”

  Sebastian nodded, his expression one of focused concentration. “And you intend to have this carried out by an outside party?”

  “Yes,” I replied. “Someone reliable, but not too familiar. The illusion must be perfect.”

  He paused, considering. “And Sabrina—she cannot know.”

  “Exactly,” I confirmed, feeling the weight of my own words. “She must never suspect.”

  The candles flickered, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if the very walls were complicit in our conspiracy.

  I continued, outlining the scenario with clinical detachment. “The abduction needs to be swift and believable. She has to feel real danger before I intervene.”

  Sebastian’s gaze was steady. “You’re aware of the risks?”

  “More than aware,” I said, my tone betraying the underlying tension. “But necessary risks.”

  He leaned back, still assessing the breadth of the pn. “And this is the only way? To make her see you as her...”

  “Savior,” I finished, the word hanging in the air like a specter. “Yes, Sebastian. It’s the only way.”

  The flicker of the candles cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the looming uncertainty of our endeavor. Sebastian’s face, carved in half-light and darkness, revealed nothing beyond his unwavering loyalty. “I’ve never known you to gamble like this.”

  I looked at him, this man who knew more of my past than anyone. “You’ve also never known me to lose.”

  A moment of silence stretched between us, filled with the echoes of what was left unsaid. I could feel the enormity of my scheme pressing upon me, a familiar but dangerous weight.

  Sebastian broke the silence, his voice as calm and calcuted as ever. “Then we’ll need the best. Someone who can deliver.”

  “I have someone in mind,” I said. “Someone who can be bought for the right price.”

  He nodded, the gears of his mind already turning. “And once Sabrina is ‘rescued’? She’ll fall in line?”

  “She’ll see me as the one who saved her. The one who can protect her from everything else.”

  “And if she doesn’t?”

  I hesitated, knowing the answer but unwilling to give it voice. “She will,” I insisted, more to convince myself than him.

  The room was silent again, save for the steady rhythm of our unspoken doubts. I thought of Sabrina, of the look in her eyes as we sat across from each other at the bar.

  A look that said she was losing herself, maybe even to me. It was a risk, perhaps the greatest I’d ever taken, but the reward... The reward was worth it all.

  “She means more to you than I thought,” Sebastian observed, his words striking closer to the truth than I cared to admit.

  “She’s the st piece I need to avenge Li” I replied, my voice steady. “The key to end my suffering.” And she was, in more ways than I’d allowed myself to acknowledge.

  Sabrina was a prize I had not pnned to pursue so fiercely, yet the prospect of losing her to fate or chance was a possibility I refused to accept.

  “Then we must proceed carefully,” Sebastian said, sealing his commitment to the path I’d set us on.

  “We will,” I assured him, feeling the gravity of our decision settle like dust on the polished wood. “I’ll make sure of it.”

  The candles burned low as we sat in the enveloping darkness of Bckwood Manor, two conspirators in a world that had given us everything but absolution. The pn was in motion, and there would be no turning back. Not for Sabrina, not for me, not for the shadows that would surely rise to cim us.

  “But sir, We still have no mercenary to py the role of the kidnapper”

  “I’m well aware of that Sebastian.” I slide him a file of a certain mercenary, Sebastian eyes go wide when he saw the file “No, you can’t be serious sir. this man, she is the one who defile Ms. Li, he was Sabrina’s past employee” I just stood there watching a night sky through a window “Past. and yes, he was the one who defile Li.”

  “Then why Sir? why him? Wouldn’t it be dangerous? you could be expose.” I calmly replied to Sebastian “Sebastian, do you know how to make a Queen fall in love with you?”

  “I don’t know sir, but I assume you are going to expin it to me”

  I chuckle “To make a Princess fall in love with you, you need to sy her a dragon, and Mr. Wick, is my dragon to sy”

  Sebastian then understood that my choice in choosing Mr. Wick for the roles was a calcuted revenge plot.

  That I intended to kill Wick and gets Sabrina’s love at the same time.

  I looked back at Sebastian, and the skepticism in his eyes began to settle into acceptance.

  I knew he had questions, doubts and concerns that mirrored my own, but his loyalty silenced them before they reached his lips.

  “Do you believe she'll ever find out?” he asked, more as a formality than anything.

  “No,” I said with cold certainty. “Not unless I want her to.”

  Sebastian nodded slowly. The understanding between us was as thick as blood, dark and binding. He was well aware of the stakes—of what failure would cost us both.

  “We’ll set it in motion,” he said finally, slipping the file into his coat pocket. “I’ll make contact with Mr. Wick.”

  My gaze drifted again to the canvas of night beyond the window, the city lying in wait like a predator poised to strike.

  Somewhere out there, Sabrina was plotting her own course through this byrinth of manipution and desire.

  She thought herself cunning, but she hadn't yet pyed against me.

  “Sir...” Sebastian’s voice pulled me back from my thoughts.

  “Yes?”

  “How far are you truly willing to go for this?”

  The question lingered in the air, an acknowledgment of what y beneath my ambition—a festering sore of old wounds and half-buried sins waiting for their resurrection.

  My answer was unspoken but my resolution was firm. “Even if it cost me my life Sebastian.

  I live in this world just to avenge Li, just to make Sabrina and Wick pay for their sins”

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  T.S.Noir