74. The Key Master. ~Delmundo "How do you keep this place a secret?" Frank asked as we lounged at the office of Maze. "I mean a lot of people are going to know about this place." I smiled. "We choose our clients not the other way around, it is about who has the biggest pocket not who needs help. This is not a charity organization, Frank," I told him. "You sell security services to whom you choose, but what if they can not pay?" Frank inquired. "We make sure to check the financial background of whomever we choose," I told him. Maze had gone to receive the key master and I was eager to see what he or she looked like. I had no doubt that the biker girl was looking for me to get revenge for her fallen gang members. Soon, Maze came back to the office with the infamous Key Master following up behind her. The Key Master was a man in his sixties or early seventies. He was tall and used a walking stick to shuffle about. It was obvious that he had pains in his joints, the courtesy of
75. Wild Home. ~Delmundo Everything my long-lost uncle said to me after he told me about my mother was a blur. I could not even recall how I left the club. I was silent throughout the ride back to the city. I had to go on with my initial mission. Frank was fidgeting uncomfortably as he drove. He was bottling up a lot of things that needed to be said. He was hesitant because he could see how moody my face had become. It did not feel fair to shut him out after I had called him. "What is on your mind?" I asked him in a dry tone. I was not in the mood to talk. "Are we coming back here anytime boss?" Frank asked. "I will always have business here, Frank whether you like it or not," I said in the same tone. Frank nodded. "That is good," He said with a hopeful look on his face. I was puzzled at how positive his attitude was. I turned my head to look at him. "You seem pleased, why?" I inquired. "I am not going to lie, I would not mind if see that Maze gal again," Frank said. I s
Pamela 76. His Fragile MindI could not join Georgia to see the video all over again. I did not have the heart to see Stephan unravel for the second time, because I was still jarred from watching for the first time. I was in my room and it was already past midnight. I was anxious about Stephan's return as I lay curled up on my bed. I could erase the look I had seen on his face as it played over and over again in my head. I hated that I needed him after all he had put me through. I was curious about Georgia's state of mind when she saw the video. The silence in the room was deafening and uncomfortable. I got up from the bed and headed for Georgia's room, I needed the company. Her room was situated on the top floor of the house above Stephan's. It was an attic-styled chamber. I was about to knock when the door abruptly swung open. There stood Georgia with eyes rimmed with pain, tears, and heartbreak. I was aghast at seeing someone as emo
77. Walking on eggshells. ~PamelaWe were cuddled together on the couch in darkness and solitude as the night went on. We were both too restless and I could not help but feel like something was going to happen. Something bad.My mind drifted aimlessly in the dark as the alcohol in my system relaxed my body. I was curious about where he went and what he did through the night. I wanted to know how he had cooled off and what changed his mind. "Where did you go?" I quietly inquired. He drank from his cup and said nothing. I waited for him to speak, there was no need to probe him further. He sighed and stroked. "I saw my uncle for the first time in my life," He said in a quiet tone. I gazed at him but I doubted he noticed. Honestly, I was not expecting this revelation. I understood that he had a lot of family drama going on but this one caught me by surprise. "He did not know about you?" I asked. "He and my father stopped talking to each other a long time ago, and never stayed in
78. A Gathering of Dead Men. ~DelmundoWe both fell asleep on the couch till the morning came. I woke up first and saw that Pamela was still in slumber. Her arms were wrapped around my body as she breathed softly with her head resting fit full on my chest. I stroked her hair gently as I realized that I was more afraid of losing her than I was afraid of dying. It was the very first time I had felt such an emotional connection to anyone in a long time. I could do anything for her and that includes giving up my life. It scared me so much to know that she had this control over me but I was too vain to admit it to her or anyone. I was always scared around her, afraid to lose myself lest I hurt her. I knew that if she left me, all that was hell would break loose. I loved it here, this moment, this second, this minutes. I loved how peaceful she slept and how safe she felt in my arms. I was never one to open up to people about myself but anytime I was with her, I felt like I could tell
A Gathering of Dead Men II~Delmundo "Mr. Frank, I was not expecting you to join us," Silver said and I could almost detect an angry tinge in his voice. Maybe there was some form of animosities brewing between them. "Expect the unexpected, sleaze bag," Frank replied in a low gruff voice. Silver smirked at him. Yep. There was no love lost between them. I tried to figure out what really happened between the two of them but there was no time. I was going to have a one on one chat with Frank. I noticed that he did not bring his car. "Wait, did you walk here?" Silver mockingly asked. "Where are we going, Boss," Frank ignored the question as he inquired from me. "We, are going to Master Stephan's company to see the board of directors,". Silver proudly answered. "And you are not invited." I almost laughed out loud. What was this? High school? "He is coming with us, you are going to lead us with your car to the company," I told Silver who stuttered in a hurt speechless way. "Very we
80. A Gathering of Deadmen III. ~Delmundo I and Frank were assailed by curious glares and I could feel Viktor's frustration as he led us to my father's office. I did not doubt that there was something that he did not want me to see or that they were not yet done with going through his office. "Has the office been in any way tampered with?" I asked coldly. "Not at Baron, a search had been conducted but it had not been executed out of respect for you," Victor said. I called bullshit to what he said as I, Frank, and Silver followed him. The only reason that they had not gone through my father's possession was because I was not obedient like the new kid on the block, Dwayne Cage. "We're here," Grumbled, an impatient Viktor. I could even see the urgency in his demeanor. I was happy he was uncomfortable because he had tried to dog-walk me in my father's company. He had made a big mistake when he stupidly assumed me to be weak. He did not know me and I did not blame him. He was abou
81. A Little Bit Of Freedom. ~Pamela I woke up late in the morning with a slight headache and a rumbling stomach. It was time to admit they I was not a big fan of alcohol. I slowly got up from the bed as I fought against the queasiness that was forming in my insides. I sat still for a while before I stood up. My body craved cold water and Stehphan. I had no idea how I got upstairs but I remembered the dream I had vividly and it involved the man who had captured my body. I slowly stripped before I walked nude into the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and paste and squirted a large amount of toothpaste on my brush. I wanted to get the taste of alcohol from my taste buds. I brushed my teeth, tongue, and gum thoroughly. I rinsed my mouth and the brush before I got into the shower. I eagerly switched on the cold waters and stood still as the natural liquid hit my scalp. The relief was instant and I sighed in contentment. I wanted to spend all day here but I was hungry also. I took