TARGET

The bright light of the horizon on the east carefully infiltrated the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from afar. At 8 AM, the sun rose bright and fair. Morning dawned with low-hanging clouds. The gentle southerly wind swiped across the city with a myriad of people. Everywhere, there is vigor and vitality. Everything is pure and refreshing. She gazed at the city around her. The sun's rays peeked over the neighboring buildings. Sumire arrives at the building owned by Trevor in her fancy sports car.

She park in the basement of the building where the co-actor was waiting patiently for her. Trevor gave her a warm and welcoming smile. The man himself opened the car's door for her. Looking simply expensive, Sumire emerges from the place wearing her oversized white T-shirt that length to her thighs revealing her long defined legs, a pair of shoes, big sunglasses, and a black mask. She was wearing a black cap that covered most of her head. The air was cool, gently stroking her face and hair, letting her relax wholeheartedly.

"This is your day. Tell me what you want and your wish is my command." Trevor gently reaches for her hand to get out of the car and Sumire bursts into chuckles.

"This is the first time someone has treated me for my birthday, but thank you," Sumire replied with a lovely smile.

"Then, shall we?" Trevor said with a smile and escorted her inside the building. Sumire was awed at the place looking dazzling lobby. The entrance to the building has a glass facade allowing lots of natural daylight into the lobby area. As they sauntered together, Trevor turn to her.

"What are you going to do first thing today?" Trevor asked the maiden whose pair of eyes were busy wandering around, perusing the place full of adornment throughout the building's interior design. Her family owns countless business buildings around the globe and is way more exquisitely humungous than this. Sumire turned to him again.

"Get rid of my physical stress," Sumire said as she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, trying to relax. The fragrant air that oozes from the refresher soothes her nostrils.

"Then you're in the right place," Trevor said between his chuckles that just made Sumire laughs. "This way, Madame." He added kiddingly and Sumire shook her head in amusement while laughing heartedly.

They headed straight to the Peninsula Deluxe Spa where they were immediately greeted by the spa attendants, who bowed their heads after him and accommodate them. A petite lady came in and greeted them.

"I'll leave her to you, Ingrid," Trevor said to the employee assigned to the front desk to welcome the customer to the place. The lady smiled and bowed politely.

Trevor turned to the maiden standing behind him who was just waiting for her. Eyes hovered, he gently patted Sumire's shoulder twice, and now looking up at him.

"I'll be back in 3 hours. Enjoy your day." Trevor said and messes up her hair gently. Sumire just pouted and the spa attendants immediately approached her place and assisted her inside.

The spa treatment quickly began and the masseuse help the maiden relax. Sink into a blissfully relaxing, she was in a sumptuous suite, sipping Baron de Beaupre Champagne and reclining on the comfortable bed. Candles lit everywhere. She indulges in facial, body, and a relaxing foot massage. The maiden fell asleep smiling while she had her day in the wonderful relaxing spa.

While Trevor was waiting for Sumire, he decided to go to the restaurant he owned to personally cook the food for the birthday girl. He went into the kitchen where he was greeted by the Head Chef of the restaurant, named Hugo. Trevor began to get busy preparing all the ingredients for the cuisines. While he was preparing the ingredients, the Head Chef looked at him with teasing smiles. Trevor is perfectly fit for a material husband.

"Who is this lucky girl?" Hugo asked with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"She's just my friend and today is her special day." Trevor smiled and continued to do so. Hugo wants to help him but the young man humbly declines his offer. He wants to prepare it by himself.

"Oh, I see. That explains the effort." Hugo kept teasing that Trevor just chuckled. He had never done this thing for someone before. Wearing an apron and toque, Trevor starts cooking and he ignored the Head Chef's tease of him and focused on what he was doing. But after thirty minutes had passed, Hugo asked again.

"How's the orphanage you built?"

Trevor was stopped for a moment and flashed a smile. "Hmnn, I've had built 4 recently. More and more street children have been rescued. I think they reached 5 thousand." The young man replied.

"What did you get out of helping the stray kids?" Hugo asked furthermore.

"A lot." Trevor smiled and resumed cooking. While he's having a taste, he remembers her. 'I hope she's gonna like it,' his thought interrupted when Hugo preceded to ask.

"What do you mean by that?" Chef Hugo asked.

"This is not about profit. I am doing this because I feel sorry for the homeless children roaming the streets. And I'm rich enough to help them." Trevor replied with a hint of compassion that Hugo just smiled when he saw the genuine and kindness flashed in Trevor's eyes.

"You're a good guy." Hugo verily said that Trevor just stared at him.

"I'm trying," Trevor replied and had his eyes back on what he had cooked.

Three hours later, everything was ready inside the restaurant that opened exclusively for Sumire. Everything is perfectly set when the maiden arrives at the place. Trevor reached her hand and together they both entered inside. He pulls the chair for her to seat and the chefs immediately enter with a tray of food cooked by the young man himself. Trevor surprise her with flowers of white roses and cake.

"Happy birthday, Sumire." The young man greeted Sumire with a bright smile on his face. The maiden just shook her head suppressing her chuckle and accepted what Trevor had brought to her.

Sumire and Trevor chatted happily while enjoying the food. The place filled with gaiety and a series of waves of laughter echoed the corners of the restaurant even though they were all alone. Just a few minutes later, they had fun toying with the cake Trevor had made. While the two were having fun sharing the cake they both didn't realize that they had been photographed by Victoria from a distance, watching full of hate and envy, eyes glazed over at Sumire.

They left the restaurant with a full stomach and headed straight to the building's famous dress emporium. But Trevor did not expect someone when they arrive at the place. His sister Yelena dressed in black. She wears expensive black jewelry. Her lips were painted in black, a pair of 6-inch black heels, and a black rounded hat. The woman stood in the place with pale skin and was dressed for someone's funeral.

Trevor stand statued, turn pale, and stricken with fright. Terrified face began to quiver, unconsciously, Trevor blocked the maiden as if he didn't want to let her into the boutique. He hid Sumire on his back but was too late. Yelena turned around and her gaze drifted to the maiden standing behind Trevor. A cold voice came in with a hint of wickedness bombed the place.

"She must be Sumire. Am I right, brother?"

...............

The classroom was thronged with students. Looking badass and cool, Narco traverses down toward a certain room. The usual hustle and bustle in the hallway went quiet and students settled themselves inside the room while the other students did likewise when they saw his presence. While in the middle of the discussion, Narco suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom with a bruise on the side of his lip and his body almost covered with gauze bandage. The whole class stared stunned at his appearance. The young ladies, on the other hand, couldn't help but be elated and thrilled by Narco's badass look. Mouth hanging open, the teacher stopped speaking and the book he held fell out from his hand.

"What in the world ..." the mid-forties bald professor uttered in astonishment as he watched Narco saunter inside.

Narco picked up the book and handed it back to the speechless professor whose bald head was as shiny as the marble floor.

"I'm good," Narco said and without saying a word, he turned his back on the stunned professor and went to his seat. All the gaze follows him. His brows quickly frowned when he saw that Lyric and Leroy's seat was vacant. "Where are they?" He asked what was supposed to be in his mind.

"Just like you, they didn't show up for weeks." The professor replied. Narco never spoke again and sat quietly in his chair. The discussion immediately resumed but after just a few minutes, a gorgeous slender guy wearing a teacher's dress code and ID lace suddenly appeared in the room, eyes wander inside until he found Narco sitting cool in his chair looking unbothered.

A five-six-foot man stood at the door that nearly captivates all the students inside with his almost ethereal beauty and charm. He had natural strawberry lips and a pair of midnight eyes. Orbs of sweats formed on his head and were now running down his neck. His clothes were soaked in wet. He was still breathless as he rushed to the classroom. 'Blanche ... hmmm ...' Narco hummed his name and smirked.

"Professor Massoullève, do you need anything?" Formally asked its fellow professor.

"Yes, him." The young professor said, gasping for air, and pointed Narco's direction who had flashed a playful smile at him. Narco immediately stood up and sauntered his way to Blanche. The young professor throws a stern look but Narco just ignored it.

"Wipe that smirk of yours or I will. I almost die worrying about you." Blanche whispered once dragging Narco's hand out of the classroom and they walked towards the academy infirmary.

"I thought you were afraid of me," Narco asked and let Blanche pull him. Smirking, he truly enjoys feeling the professor's soft hand in his. Blanche fell silent.

"Why do you care?" Narco asked further when the two of them arrived inside the infirmary. Blanche locked the door before facing him They were now all alone.

"Because I'm your professor." Blanche firmly replied once turned his back on the young man as if looking for something a medical kit inside the room.

"Is that really it?" Narco now slowly approached Blanche's place, golden eyes glinting like a tiger ready to pounce him.

Blanche was about to face him but suddenly, backed away when their faces were about to collide. 'Too close!' The young professor nervously uttered in his mind. Standing taller and more muscular than him, Narco leaned against him and Blanche's back glued on the wall, completely cornering him.

"Yes." Blanche's response was firm and nervous. Narco brings his face closer to Blanche and stared at his slightly parted wet lips deeply without removing the naughty smirk.

"This is not how a professor behaves," Narco said and Blanche slowly lowered his head. But the young man gently cup both of his cheeks and made him look up at him. Narco catches his eyes while playfully squishing Blanche's cheeks but the young professor stubbornly moves his gaze away from the young man.

"Come on. Tell me." Narco still teasing him but Blanche hadn't even glanced at him. They were interrupted when the infirmary door suddenly burst open and an unfamiliar man to Blanche emerged to them.

The professor was shocked to see the unlocked door back to the man barge in uninvited. "Who are you?" Blanche asked full of astonishment.

Yakov was about to answer him when Narco suddenly covered Blanche's eyes with his hand and possessively pulled him, burying Blanche's face to his chest.

"He's exactly my type but I'm here for an important reason." Yakov bluntly said and looked Narco straight in the eye but the young man just looked at him unemotionally.

"You can wait outside," Narco said in a cold tone and didn't let Yakov see Blanche's face one last time.

"Sure," Yakov responded and stepped closer to them. He was about to touch Blanche's head when Narco glared at him that any moment would go into killing him.

Yakov just grinned and withdrew his hand outstretched in the air, put it in his pocket, and walked out of the room. When Yakov's presence in the area was completely gone, Narco released Blanche and the young professor immediately asked.

"Who is he?" Blanche asked but Narco just stared at him without answering his question. His hands crawled teasingly on Blanche's cheek and traces the features of his beauty.

"How can I make people not to look at you without killing them," Narco said under his breath. The young man left the professor stunned, terrified at his last words. Narco immediately follow Yakov and went to where a raven car was parked and entered inside.

"What do you want?"

...........

6 PM. The skies were casting the veil of darkness, began to give way to the bleak grey eerie atmosphere, and lingered. Down the dark and cold alley, wedged discreetly between dilapidated abandoned buildings, their walls chipped and eaten by weather and time. A number of menacing presence concealed, lurking in the shadows of darkness wearing a cloak and mask with high-end weapons and guns.

The horde of assassins sitting and standing motionless as if waiting for the command of their master. For cold greed, each one of them was icy cold. Shrouded in the shadows of an empty street, a lone figure appears. Barely visible, except for the sporadic glow of a cigarette tip, he runs his fingers through his mop of thick, black hair. His leather jacket squeaks in the silence and he scans the street for any sign of life.

As he runs the palm of his hand around the three-day growth of his chin, he traces the ridge of an old scar. A notification bomb in his pocket. He let out the phone and scan the photo received.

The assassin obliged without question. He eyed his companions hidden in the alleys. One after another, they appeared, eyes glinting dangerously and murderously.

"Eliminate the target."