Xavier“I can’t believe you’ll be tying the knot in the next three weeks.” Lucas mused with a smile. Today is one of those rare days that we abandon work just to drink and catch up on our private issues in life. The few times that we’ve had something like this, I always listen to Lucas complain about the women in his life and how chaotic his life is, thanks to his little brother Jeremy.Speaking of Jeremy. “Any valid information from your brother?” Ever since he started fucking Mrs. Shirley, I hardly see him around here. “I was hoping that by now, he would have shared some of her dirty secrets with us.”Lifting his shoulder nonchalantly, he gulped a generous amount of his drink. “Jeremy says he’s nothing but a fuck boy to her. He claims that she only calls him only when she feels like having sex and that she even offered him money the last time.”“Money?” I chuckled. “I can’t imagine how insulted Jeremy felt.” The door to the private room opened and Oliver walked in. “What do you want
XavierMy mind is too furious to give a hundred percent undivided attention to Don Castino. It keeps drifting back to the event that happened a few minutes ago, to the possibility that Angela may or may not have snitched on me.“Mr. Ellmord?” I slowly returned my gaze to Don Castino. “Is everything okay? You seem a little lost ever since you walked into this restaurant.”“Everything is fine,” I assured him. Giving your business partner the impression that something isn’t right is not the best business approach. “You shouldn’t worry yourself with this. I am a little stressed but definitely fine.”The old man doesn’t seem to believe me. “You are like your father many times.” He chatted. “You do remember that I was a close friend to your father and I know when something is bothering him. You have that same look right now.”I have no suitable response for him. I cannot and will never discuss my personal issues with just anyone.“If this is about Mateo and his father, then you have nothing
Angela“You have one minute left.” He reminded me with a grave tone that sprouted goosebumps from my body. I didn’t realize how much this will affect him until he threatened to pull the trigger on me. Xavier scoffed. “Of course, you do not have any reasonable excuse or explanation to give.” He grabbed another bottle of whiskey from the shelf.“Hailey approached me for the first time in the restroom,” I explained. “I didn’t know who she was, at least not until I realized the door was locked from the other side possibly by her friend or partner. She asked questions about Rico but I played dumb.”My eyes stung from the tears accumulated in them. I had to close my eyes for a bit, allowing the tears in my eyes to roll down my cheeks. Images of those pictures Hailey showed me flashed through my eyes and I quickly snapped them open.“She showed me pictures,” I whispered, my eyes lost in my thought. “She showed me so many pictures.”“What pictures?” I gasped at how close his voice sounded. W
XavierI am more upset over the fact that I allowed Hailey to make Angela feel obliged to entertain her or maybe I’m angry because slowly, I’m dragging Angela deeper into my world, slowly tinting her innocence. The best option would have been to let her go not watch her walk down the aisle to meet me, but then I’m a selfish man; I do not make decisions that rational people make.Misplacement of anger. I am angry no doubt, maybe a little bit at Angela for keeping this from me, but she’s not the sole reason for my anger, but I made her believe otherwise.Carefully avoiding the broken pieces of glass scattered all over the marble, I rounded my desk and collapsed on my seat, feeling drained from the alcohol, anger, and pain.Deciding to do a little work to take my mind off the event of the day, I turned on my laptop and clicked on my email. Thousands of unanswered mail flooded my inbox but only a few caught my attention and one of them was from Joshua Miller, my lawyer.Clicking on his ma
XavierI broke every traffic rule just to get to Angela. A ride that was supposed to take forty minutes, but I covered it within twenty minutes.Stopping the car in a dark street, I opened the door and got out. Oliver, Sly, and Sebastian got down from their car too.“What happened to the street light?” I asked no one in particular. This isn’t where any young lady should be found not to talk about my lady. I brought out my phone and turned on its flashlight. “Where the fuck is her car?!” I hissed, feeling frustrated.A car screeched from afar, sending everybody on alert. We all pulled our guns out, cocked and aimed, ready to fire.“Bossman!” Lucas called out from the dark. He flashed his torch light. “What the fuck is going on boss? Oliver called me.”Sighing, we withdrew our guns. “Angela is missing.” I looked around angrily. “Why the fuck are these streetlights not working?” Pinching my brows, I walked to the other side of the street. A flashlight from afar caught my attention.“Boss
XavierI only left my daughter’s room a few minutes ago, after I was certain that her fever has calmed. Dr. Cowell also left a few minutes ago due to an emergency at his hospital, but he left instructions on what to do in case of the fever returns although, in his words, it is unlikely to return.Lucas is currently in my office, making the calls I instructed him to make before the incident with Kenz whilst I took a quick shower.Standing in front of the bathroom mirror with my toothbrush hanging loosely in my mouth, I wondered what she might be going through right now. Thousands of unanswered questions flooded my head, questions like- has she eaten anything yet? Is she even conscious? Are they tending to her wound or are they careless about it, leaving it prone to infection? Did they allow her to clean up? Or did they leave her in the mess of her blood?Questions that I wished I have answers to are what makes breathing difficult. Sighing, I placed both hands on the sink and bowed my h
AngelaThe whooshing sound in my ear increased each minute which made it difficult to continue sleeping. I really need to see my doctor ASAP. W.H.O enlightened us on the fact that a whooshing sound can be dangerous if frequently experienced.I do not experience this frequently, but the banging headache which accompanied the whooshing sound made me conclude that I need to see my doctor. Maybe I’ll have Xavier drive me.The whispering voices in the background made my brows snap together. None of the staff dare enter our room without our permission, and Xavier isn’t in the habit of whispering around me.Cracking my eyes open, I winced at the pain that shot up to my brain. Out of reflex, I tried massaging my temple but was held back by the sharp pain in my hand stopping me.I tried again, this time opening them slowly. The first thing I captured was the unfamiliar white curtains. My brain processed the information as my eyes took in the unfamiliarity of my environment. Panic set in as rea
XavierTwo days and were yet to make any improvement in finding Angela. I’ve spoken with Adam, and he claims that Martinez isn’t planning anything, at least not to his knowledge. I also questioned him about Mateo and he told me that Mateo has been lying low after his arrest.It’s a thing of total disappointment that the man I sent to spy on Martinez and his son knows nothing about Mateo’s plan to overthrow his father. Just how useless can he be? Just how clueless can he get? I almost told him about the plan so he can look into it, but after much contemplation, keeping that information to myself seemed to be the best thing to do. I can’t be so certain that he still works for me, that he is not intentionally withholding information about Mateo from me.Things are beginning to get messy, and if I don’t get a handle on it, it might get out of hand. Angela was summoned to the station for questioning yesterday, but I gave them an excuse, saying that she was too sick to leave the house. I ca