Gab’s POVI was a bit mentally prepared that there would definitely be rules to abide by in such places like where Skye and I were going tonight, but I have never felt as nervous as I was right now. It was because I was doing this mission with Skye, who happened to know nothing about such a dark corner of society. A brothel with the building itself having a drug lab. The possibilities of people in the surroundings, inside and outside the building structure itself was too high to ignore. As per experience, dealing with people high with drugs is wild and ugly. Some of them are daredevils and paranoids that they tend to go beyond extreme.I was worried for Skye. Worried is an understatement, actually, because I was afraid for her!I might have been in similar situations before. Some were all by myself, while some of them were done side by side with Marco, and I have never felt the way I do now that I was doing this mission with Skye. It was because I knew Marco could take care of himsel
As we walked behind the waitress in that dark hallway, I felt how Skye was also a bit scared, like she was worried something or someone would suddenly pop out of nowhere and startle her. I could feel her hold on my arm tighten every once in a while, so I also held her hands, atop my palm on the back of her hands, with my free hand to comfort her that I will never let anything happen to her. “What if he looks like an awfully ugly, stinky old man?” Skye asked all of a sudden. Her voice was not so loud but I was still worried the waitress leading our way would hear Skye’s voice and get a clear grasp on her words. “You don’t have to do anything you aren’t feeling like doing, okay?” I answered. “Do you think he will really want to do it with me?” Skye asked again. I hushed and whispered to her to stop. I couldn’t say the honest answer I had in mind to the last question she had asked me. ‘Do I think the owner of this place would want to bed her?! I don’t even want to think about it! I
I was not sure I heard her correctly, but analyzing our situation, she must have meant I should shut her up with my mouth when she blabbers fully out of control. I shook my head, scolding myself that I would even take her words at this state. I feel so much of a pervert!But Skye must have taken my action as if it was my reactions to her stated words. She thought I was shaking my head in disbelief, also chuckling at the same time.“I am actually serious, you know? Just in case my stupid mouth blabbers and I fail to take heed of your warnings, just shut me up with a kiss or something like that,” she argued. How can I tell her that her offer was insane and I am equally crazy to comply if the situation presents itself for me to indulge? But my wandering stupid imagination made me return to my senses when I heard Skye expressing her annoyance at the waitress again by asking if the waitress really knew where we were going or if she herself was already lost in the dark hallway we had bee
With Skye still on my back, I paused on my spot. I stared at the door. There was no way of telling what could be behind it from where we were standing. But before I could prepare myself, mentally and physically, the door opened from the other side. “This way please,” another lady said, wearing an elegant housemaid uniform. The lady welcoming us politely was obviously wearing a different attire compared to the waitress that led us here. But as much as I can tell she was looking like a housemaid, a wild guess crossed my mind that she was not there to do any of the regular houseworks maids do. Just like the previous business establishments that we passed by on our way here, the strip club, and the auction, this place was highly possible to be another brothel with a different theme or arrangements. “Good luck, bitch!” I heard the waitress say without concealing her voice before she turned around to walk her way back to the same path we took getting her. I bet she was supposed to resum
But one screen on the wall was playing a replay of a certain surveillance cam footage. I am more than certain it was a replay because the images that appeared on the screen were showing Skye and me. It only means, those videos were taken moments ago, or at least before we got into this office room. “Are you guys dating?” the man asked without turning around to face his guest. His question caught me off guard. I didn’t know what to say. In my understanding, Skye and I had to have the same answer. But we have not rehearsed anything. Any conversation like this or for this one. How can we make sure our words would come out the same? I looked at the screen where the man was looking. And to my surprise, he was looking at the footage where Skye was on my back as we walked to this office. If one would look at the video clip from the surveillance camera, his question earlier was not surprising to come and be asked this way. Still, I waited for Skye to answer the question first. After w
Skye’s POV“Good luck, bitch!” The waitress said to me and turned to walk back from where we came from. I frowned but the words of the lady receiving us into the new place that we were about to enter comforted me. “Don’t mind her….” the lady said in a friendly tone as she explained why the waitress who sent us here was somewhat mean towards me. The lady was wearing a housemaid uniform, but it didn’t feel like her job was a housemaid at all. With the way she acts finesse and demure, I would even think she was the Madame of this place. Her beauty was aristocratic and her skin was so refined. Unlike the waitress, who seemed to be expressive of her hostility towards me, this lady in a housemaid uniform was expressively welcoming and hospitable towards Gab and I. Despite how rude we might have appeared in her eyes because I was being carried by Gab on his back, the lady did not show or say anything about it. Even when I asked if it was okay of me to be getting to where we were supposed
I felt even bolder when his laughter filled my ears. It seemed to me that his words about being lenient and gracious if we do not annoy him. And when he verbally said I can sit wherever I want to, I did not get to hide my smirk as I chose to sit where I can clearly see his face and told the man I was wondering about what he looked like and I saw a man who sounded so gentle was too far different from the face looked. I stared at him. I could see an ugly scar on his face. it almost made a long line of cuts on his face. The skin on the scar had thickened and darkened. The scar had made him look so fierce. Even with his smiling face, he looked scary.Nevertheless, despite that, despite how I was looking at his face so intently, the man did not show any annoyance or anger. His smile remained, and with the same gentle voice, he asked me what my verdict was. I did not make my answer verbal. I just nodded with my eyebrows up in approval. I have learned not to judge a book by its cover and m
“When you get to live as long as my years in life,” George said with a sigh. “And as violent as I had, realizing later that they weren’t even necessary at all, you might get tired of being feared by people, but equally tired to prove them that you are already an old and without sharp fangs monster,” he laughed in low breath.The older man started to tell us what kind of life he has had and how he was actually feeling in the past few days, all of a sudden. He also signaled at the lady to sit on the chair next to him and introduced her to us.“This is my one and only woman. Her name is Almira. She has been the queen of my heart, but life has played so many nasty tricks on us. She gave me this scar but she loved me more after that. I will spare you the drama, but I would like to give you an offer,” George Nahart stated. “Greetings, your Majesty!” I playfully bowed like a noble lady in ancient times.Everyone in the room laughed, even Gab although his sound was almost inaudible. I could