Skai's POV My bedside alarm beeps jolting me back to life. I push aside the sweaty bed sheets and swing my legs over the side of the mattress. My leg hits the fluffy rug as I stand up wearing my comfy bedroom slippers. I move to the other side of the room, drawing the drapes and opening the window. I peep out of the window to have a view of the lonely street- few cars are moving . Letting the chilling air fill my senses, I breathed in and out. I have been on assignments for the past week, getting used to the environment. I arrange my bed, dusting over the crunchy bit of chips I had at midnight. I cleared my table and tidied up the room. It's now a routine. I moved to the kitchen area to make some sandwiches and tea. Not a fan of coffee. Shoveling the sandwich into my mouth,I leaned against the counter, and checked the time. It's just 6am. Going back to the room, I open the middle part of my desk. Pulling the file out, I took a look at the content. I have an idea of almost
Skai's POV I stand fuming with anger with the door opened widely. He straddles her against the white-tilled wall, restricting her movement. Her buttons are loosened with one of her breasts escaping her bralette. One of his hand covering her mouth and the other one thrusted inside her His head was buried in her shoulder. He was taken aback but doesn't show guilt. Well, bullies don't. She hurried to escape as she arranged herself, still crying. Her bottom lips tremble. She places her left hand on her chest trying to catch her breath. It was like a last hour miracle. “Is this how you treat the ladies here?" I said , staring at him with disgust. “Who are you to interfere?”, he blurted What audacity! I guess it was me who had the audacity. “How about you control those balls of yours and stop forcing it under every skirt”, I berated. With every step, he pushes forward like a hurricane, his belt unlocked. Little does he know. I didn't flinch a bit. “No one interrupt
Skai’s POVDays passed, and I haven't been able to find any information. My right leg above the other as I swing in the chair. Staring at the ceilings, I remember the six rules engraved within my memory like a scribe on a parchment.Do not assume anything Do not trust any individual Stay within your coreMaintain your coverDo not look behind you, you're never aloneBlend in, go with the flowGradual, deliberately and measured.My moves - It's like a wave, no matter how it tries, it'll always crush against the rock at the shore. Because that rock?The rock is a dead end.But I'm that wave that never crushes.Impulsive movement - It’s like falling down a cliff. There should be nothing pleasing about that because when I hit the bottom, I’ll be dead. But right now? I'm concerned about the landing. I’m suspended in the act of falling. After fear and self-imposed shackles, there’s a thrill, excitement. The… unknown.I don't have to act according to my reflexes. I can't go and say, “hey,
Juliano's POV Sitting at the table to eat, in my personal dining room. The dining is as silent and undisturbed as a falling snow. My workers have a different dining room. My mind has been disturbed and diverted,so I wasn't really focused.Just using a fork to mash the foods and eat the little I can. I got carried away, teasing the hem of the cover table. There are creamy risotto with parmesan cheese and mushrooms mixed green salad as sides and roasted chicken. She makes so many dishes just for me to eat the ones I like. I pull out the chair interrupting the dead silence.Walking straight to my room with a guard walking directly behind me, I dispersed him as my door clicked. Entering the bathroom , I moved towards the shower and turned it on above my head, washing away the stress and worries of the day. My wet hair covers my forehead forming rivulets down my face.I stand in front of the mirror, staring into the reflected version of me.I went into my room and directly toward my close
His breath on my face felt warm, sweat dripping down my face, my hands struggling “Please leave me!!” I yelled, my eyes welling up with tears, my wrists wrangled by his adult arms, his grip gaining control, I could hear my mother’s wailing “Mother” I called out, reaching for her hand. “You are weak, just like your father!” He cackled, the dark figure said, but he wasn’t faceless this time, his scrawny smile pushing my fears forward, his arms pulling me away from my mother’s reach.“Skai!!” I heard my mother scream for me, her eyes welling up with tears “Please she’s all I have” I heard her wail, Tilard, my uncle had no ears but wouldn’t listen as he whisked me away.“You’ll make a fine slut” he said smiling mischievously, the last I heard before it was all pitch black and my own voice. Adjusting my sheets, opening my eyes to see the room still, ragged clothes on the floor, the spilled cans of vidkon beer sprawled on the floor, the cold sweats on my face, I used my hands, trying so
I peeked through the glass door “Dad you can’t do this, why would I need a bodyguard?” A young man asked, his hands in the air ‘dramatic’ I thought. “Let him in” I heard a calm restrained voice say from inside. “Sir, you may come in” the young lady said, pursing her lips as she spoke, I walked past, trying my best not to watch her eyes as they stared seductively. “Enzo” the older man said immediately, his calm notion and knowledge about my name showing that he’s in fact my employer. “Nice to meet you sir” I answered, my face still candid, extending my hand for a shake. “I’ve heard a lot about you” he added, taking a stand. “I’m here as per your request, mister Bernard” I said casually, hands behind my back as trained. “Here’s my son, Juliano, he’s the one you’ll be keeping safe” he said, pointing to the dark haired man who sat idly, his gaze was low, letting out an eerie vibe. “You make it seem like I need a babysitter” Juliano said, his head turning to me. “You have
“Skai, your father loves you” his voice was calm, just like always, I felt his arms, my smile drawing wider on my lips until it was all laughter.“I love you too daddy” I said, clutching my father’s hand tightly but the moment was short lived. Suddenly the clean odor of antiseptics, the sharp smell, filling my lungs, I soon felt a hand on my body, feeling a surge of energy, I pulled my eyelids apart, a man in a white coat, his hand on my shirt, a pair of scissors in his hand.“Oh, you’re awake” he said “We might need to give him sedatives” the man said, his white coat, glasses and fragile demeanor meant only one thing, he was the doctor.“I’m fine” I said, trying to muster the manliest voice I could.“You need medical attention” the doctor said, reaching out to my shirt.“I’m okay doctor” I said, pulling out the wire from my arm.“Sir, please… you need to settle down” the man said, I couldn’t hear him speak, the sharp pain had migrated from my back to my side “I’m alright, really”
I stared at my uncle’s face, his hand stretched towards me for a shake, I let my lips curl into a smile as I took his hand in mine, tightening my grip. “It’s an honour to meet you in person, Mr Collin” I said, smiling from ear to ear, startling Juliano, I could see the tension in his eyes, he hadn’t seen me smile or speak without being spoken to. “Please, please, have your seats” Tilard said, gesturing to the empty seats that sat behind the big board desk. “Thank you” Juliano answered, helping himself to a seat, I stood right beside him. “Does he have to be inside here with us, while we discuss?” A young man I hadn’t noticed prior said, his voice unwelcoming, I could feel his disapproval of me being in the room while they had their meeting but I wanted nothing but to know what they planned to do. ‘Is he into the child trafficking too?’ I thought to myself as I looked at Juliano. “He can stay, I trust him” Juliano protested, my eagerness peaked, I stood right behind him, not utt
Juliano's POV Sitting at the table to eat, in my personal dining room. The dining is as silent and undisturbed as a falling snow. My workers have a different dining room. My mind has been disturbed and diverted,so I wasn't really focused.Just using a fork to mash the foods and eat the little I can. I got carried away, teasing the hem of the cover table. There are creamy risotto with parmesan cheese and mushrooms mixed green salad as sides and roasted chicken. She makes so many dishes just for me to eat the ones I like. I pull out the chair interrupting the dead silence.Walking straight to my room with a guard walking directly behind me, I dispersed him as my door clicked. Entering the bathroom , I moved towards the shower and turned it on above my head, washing away the stress and worries of the day. My wet hair covers my forehead forming rivulets down my face.I stand in front of the mirror, staring into the reflected version of me.I went into my room and directly toward my close
Skai’s POVDays passed, and I haven't been able to find any information. My right leg above the other as I swing in the chair. Staring at the ceilings, I remember the six rules engraved within my memory like a scribe on a parchment.Do not assume anything Do not trust any individual Stay within your coreMaintain your coverDo not look behind you, you're never aloneBlend in, go with the flowGradual, deliberately and measured.My moves - It's like a wave, no matter how it tries, it'll always crush against the rock at the shore. Because that rock?The rock is a dead end.But I'm that wave that never crushes.Impulsive movement - It’s like falling down a cliff. There should be nothing pleasing about that because when I hit the bottom, I’ll be dead. But right now? I'm concerned about the landing. I’m suspended in the act of falling. After fear and self-imposed shackles, there’s a thrill, excitement. The… unknown.I don't have to act according to my reflexes. I can't go and say, “hey,
Skai's POV I stand fuming with anger with the door opened widely. He straddles her against the white-tilled wall, restricting her movement. Her buttons are loosened with one of her breasts escaping her bralette. One of his hand covering her mouth and the other one thrusted inside her His head was buried in her shoulder. He was taken aback but doesn't show guilt. Well, bullies don't. She hurried to escape as she arranged herself, still crying. Her bottom lips tremble. She places her left hand on her chest trying to catch her breath. It was like a last hour miracle. “Is this how you treat the ladies here?" I said , staring at him with disgust. “Who are you to interfere?”, he blurted What audacity! I guess it was me who had the audacity. “How about you control those balls of yours and stop forcing it under every skirt”, I berated. With every step, he pushes forward like a hurricane, his belt unlocked. Little does he know. I didn't flinch a bit. “No one interrupt
Skai's POV My bedside alarm beeps jolting me back to life. I push aside the sweaty bed sheets and swing my legs over the side of the mattress. My leg hits the fluffy rug as I stand up wearing my comfy bedroom slippers. I move to the other side of the room, drawing the drapes and opening the window. I peep out of the window to have a view of the lonely street- few cars are moving . Letting the chilling air fill my senses, I breathed in and out. I have been on assignments for the past week, getting used to the environment. I arrange my bed, dusting over the crunchy bit of chips I had at midnight. I cleared my table and tidied up the room. It's now a routine. I moved to the kitchen area to make some sandwiches and tea. Not a fan of coffee. Shoveling the sandwich into my mouth,I leaned against the counter, and checked the time. It's just 6am. Going back to the room, I open the middle part of my desk. Pulling the file out, I took a look at the content. I have an idea of almost
Juliano's POV As soon as I left the LIAS group, the whole scenario kept replaying like a loop in my head. To catch a monster, you have to act like a monster. After the brief argument with my father, in the hallway. He believes no one can outsmart him, and he was about falling for those people. You can't only examine humans from the surface.I approached my office with the signage ‘ Mr Juliano Bernard, the CEO’, placing my thumb on the biometric door, it clicked open. Enzo, walking directly behind me. I walked over to my desk and pulled out the wig from my drawer, it reminds me of my only sister, who went missing years ago. She wanted the wig to alter her blonde hair to black-brown tone. I persuaded her to avoid chemicals due to cancer risk. The wig has been in my office since then. “They won’t see you coming”, I said, placing the dark brown wig on his head with a hint of sadness in my heart. He was the first person to cross my mind. He has a lot of qualities and the prominen
Enzo’s POV My heart nearly leapt out of my throat, my saliva became as sticky as glue. My face with unreadable emotions. For a second, I'm too stunned to react. Since when have you been planning this, sir? I wanted to ask but the words stuck at the tip of my tongue. It will make his skin crawl more with suspicions. Did he find out?, I thought I was very careful Is this his plan to fire me? I started barely few days ago. What will he tell the agency? Is this how my identity and whole secret will be revealed? Series of questions ran through my mind as he moved over to his desk and pulled out his chair, it squeaks in the deafening silence of the office. He spinned the atlas map on his desk, swiveling in the chair. I straightened my eyes and the map of North America faces me, remembering me of my childhood home in Birmingham. My eyes scanned through the corners of the room in front of me. “I want you to work undercover in the LIAS group. They're up to something, my insti
I stared at my uncle’s face, his hand stretched towards me for a shake, I let my lips curl into a smile as I took his hand in mine, tightening my grip. “It’s an honour to meet you in person, Mr Collin” I said, smiling from ear to ear, startling Juliano, I could see the tension in his eyes, he hadn’t seen me smile or speak without being spoken to. “Please, please, have your seats” Tilard said, gesturing to the empty seats that sat behind the big board desk. “Thank you” Juliano answered, helping himself to a seat, I stood right beside him. “Does he have to be inside here with us, while we discuss?” A young man I hadn’t noticed prior said, his voice unwelcoming, I could feel his disapproval of me being in the room while they had their meeting but I wanted nothing but to know what they planned to do. ‘Is he into the child trafficking too?’ I thought to myself as I looked at Juliano. “He can stay, I trust him” Juliano protested, my eagerness peaked, I stood right behind him, not utt
“Skai, your father loves you” his voice was calm, just like always, I felt his arms, my smile drawing wider on my lips until it was all laughter.“I love you too daddy” I said, clutching my father’s hand tightly but the moment was short lived. Suddenly the clean odor of antiseptics, the sharp smell, filling my lungs, I soon felt a hand on my body, feeling a surge of energy, I pulled my eyelids apart, a man in a white coat, his hand on my shirt, a pair of scissors in his hand.“Oh, you’re awake” he said “We might need to give him sedatives” the man said, his white coat, glasses and fragile demeanor meant only one thing, he was the doctor.“I’m fine” I said, trying to muster the manliest voice I could.“You need medical attention” the doctor said, reaching out to my shirt.“I’m okay doctor” I said, pulling out the wire from my arm.“Sir, please… you need to settle down” the man said, I couldn’t hear him speak, the sharp pain had migrated from my back to my side “I’m alright, really”
I peeked through the glass door “Dad you can’t do this, why would I need a bodyguard?” A young man asked, his hands in the air ‘dramatic’ I thought. “Let him in” I heard a calm restrained voice say from inside. “Sir, you may come in” the young lady said, pursing her lips as she spoke, I walked past, trying my best not to watch her eyes as they stared seductively. “Enzo” the older man said immediately, his calm notion and knowledge about my name showing that he’s in fact my employer. “Nice to meet you sir” I answered, my face still candid, extending my hand for a shake. “I’ve heard a lot about you” he added, taking a stand. “I’m here as per your request, mister Bernard” I said casually, hands behind my back as trained. “Here’s my son, Juliano, he’s the one you’ll be keeping safe” he said, pointing to the dark haired man who sat idly, his gaze was low, letting out an eerie vibe. “You make it seem like I need a babysitter” Juliano said, his head turning to me. “You have