“Are you sure you want to do this, sir?” The voice behind me reached my ears. A quick comeback hung on the tip of my lips, but I held back. Not yet. “ I can arrange something else for you. I'm not trying to impose or anything, I'm just asking because you asked to cancel all of your meetings today.”Silence. I made no move to answer as I kept on walking, my destination painfully etched into my memory. Right now, nothing else mattered more than getting there, no matter how hard the idiot behind me rambled. “Sir?” He called out again and I ground my teeth in anger. I was sure if I kept it on for long, he was bound to hear the sound of my teeth grating against each other and he would take the hint. On second thought, knowing how dumb my employees were, that was actually unlikely. “ Sir, are you listening to me? Also, with the number of potential customers there I feel it's unlikely that we reach a reasonable agreement today and if we don't, it'll be a total waste of time and effort
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Goosebumps crept on my skin as I shuddered, hoping the sudden shake would knock off the pairs of eyes staring at me. Loud chatters and mumbles filled the room and despite the loud voices, I couldn't make out one word each patron was saying. The stench of alcohol mixed with smoke coiled around me, threatening to knock me out. I flicked my eyes shut as Papa's words rang in my ear. Just go in there and I will take care of it. All you have to do is sit and wait. Apparently, I'd been waiting for hours. The auction had started a good while ago but I was number 10, the last of them all. I felt my stomach churn as I scanned my immediate environment, taking in the view in front of me. Men, ranging from young to old, scattered around the chairs in the auditorium, each one brandishing either a cup of whiskey or a cigarette in one hand. Others had both in their palms and it made me wonder the kind of Psychopaths they were. Amidst the familia
I refused to, I refused to believe it that just like that my fate had been sealed. I'd been bought, sold like some sort of commodity in the market, but that wasn't the worst part. I had no idea who my buyer was. Not even a face to pinpoint and rain curses in the middle of the night. Just a low, smooth and velvety voice to pin the beginning of my suffering on. "Amore." Papa's voice reached my ears. It was a little in the distance but I could hear it quite well. "Amore, where are you?" I said nothing.There was nothing I could say. So I sat there, rooted in my spot with my knees up to my chest as I stared out of the window. The wall length window made it easy to check out the scenery below. From my room up on the first floor, I could make out really small details in the town below. It was dark and supposedly chilly, if the people that hurdled together was a good indication. Even nature understood what I was going through, sadness, disappointment, anger. I hadn't found the right person
I sunk deeper into my skin as I walked down the crowded walkway, without a destination in mind. I adjusted the hoodie over my head to shield my face, not that it mattered though. The sky was gloomy and it looked like it would pour anytime soon. I didn't particularly adore the rain but maybe this time I wouldn't mind it. The weather over here was extreme. Whenever it rained, we were sure to record one casualty, or ten. The last time it rained, a roof from just down the street got knocked down and killed a couple of people. Seven person's, five kids and two adults. So right now, I was actually craving some rain. Maybe it would fall and wash away the nightmare that had now become my fate, or it would procure thunder that would strike the bastard who decided to purchase me with 50 million dollars and he would drop dead, never to bother me again. Maybe, just maybe. I huffed as I shoved my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. I passed by a flower shop and a distinct smell hit my nose; r
I woke up with a start, my lungs begging for air. The ringing in my ears made it hard to think or comprehend anything and the ache in my head was threatening to split my skull into two. I tried to open my eyes but even I knew that would hurt. Literally Out of options, I peeled open my eyes, gently, hoping the very act would somehow subdue the pain. I was wrong, very wrong. I winced as the first few seconds with my eyes open were blurry. I blinked back twice just to come face to face with pristine white walls that seemed to cave in around me, with a red source of light at the top . It seemed to be radiating some sort of heat hence the really hot atmosphere. I took a deep breath and regretted it immediately. I squirmed as It trailed a fiery blaze down my lungs. My skin began to itch and I felt uncomfortable. My throat was parched and my skin sticky with sweat. The slimy liquid stuck to my clothes, making me all the more irritable and frustrated.It took me a good while to realize I wa
I took in a huge puff of the Cuban cigar tucked in between my fingers, its flaming red end casting a dim glow on the silver ring embedded on my index finger. I trapped the smoke within, letting it burn and heat up my insides before letting it out through my nostrils. "Are you listening to me?" I focused on the wisp of smoke that disappeared into thin air as someone spoke beside me. " I really don't think…""And I don't remember asking your opinion." My voice was curt and precise. I took another long drag before stubbing the end against the ashtray right in front of me." Did I?""I just thought….""Thought?" I echoed as I bent over slightly. My swivel chair squeaked in the almost empty room as I leaned in to take a good look at the lowlife who thought he possessed the ability to think. " No te pago para que pienses! I do not pay you think. You will do your job as you should without any more questions."It wasn't a question. It was an order, one he understood perfectly, if the r
I don't think I've had as many headaches in the past compared to now. Even with my eyes sealed shut, the pain was excruciating, circling around my head and spreading down my neck which was weird, my neck wasn't supposed to hurt. My eyes flew open immediately and I regretted it. Bright lights filled my vision and shut my eyes again, shielding my eyes temporarily from whatever wanted to blind me. It took a while before I peeled them open again, blinking a couple of times just to test the waters. A bare wall stared back at me. That particular spot didn't look painted, in fact, the entire room wasn't coated with a single streak of paint. A shiver ran down my spine and I shuddered. I didn't like this place, not one bit. It was nowhere near….Something wasn't right. This wasn't the room I was in previously. Flashbacks raided my mind as I tried to put the scattered pieces of my mind together again. I felt the cozy feel of the duvet on my skin, the cold glass being pushed into my grip, the
I watched as the thick smoke swirled around just in front of me, before snaking into wisps and disappearing into thin air. The stench of alcohol was strong, undiluted with a couple of bottles loitering the place. I'd had three, four or maybe five? I wasn't sure. I'd stopped counting after the second bottle. That was what you got when alcohol did nothing to you. I pulled in another long drag of my Cuban cigar, strangely enjoying the wisps of smoke dancing in front of me. A faint buzz reached my ears, but I'd tuned him out a long time ago. I didn't need anyone lecturing me on what I ought and ought not to do. "Alessandro." I let my eyes flutter shut as the gruff voice cut through my thoughts. Despite my efforts, he'd broken through, and easily too. " Are you listening to me?""Why are you still here?" I snapped, my voice icy. " If you're not telling me what I want to hear?""Because it's not right….""It's not right?" I turned to my left slowly. His side profile caught my eye, just