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
Then the screen showed some faces that Goerge Nahart pointed to as people he was not so happy having them in his payroll, but Goerge cannot recklessly move them away without considering an inside war to take place within his built kingdom. “Don’t worry, if you think you might forget them, I will make sure to remind you so you’d know whom to watch your back from, or take them down without anyone knowing about it,” George said when I asked to show those faces one more time again later. The screen turned black for a very concise moment and when it resumed, the images that appeared to our eyes were no longer from the same area. “This one here is the auction room. As you can see, this has become a very different world. I understand that the fad has changed and I admit I do not know how to adjust myself to everything around me, but I am an old fashioned man. I cannot bear to stomach watching people from different races, status in life, and ages, indulge into sexual activities like hungry
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” I said softly. Goerge was too quick to change his moods and aura, depending on how he deemed his woman needs to be assisted. And when Almira seemed to have adjusted back, she turned to stare at Goerge with a slight frown on her lovely face. “I think you knew her and her husband, too, dearie,” Almira said. “If we find the chance, let’s visit their graves, okay?” she requested humbly. “But of course, now that we have our new found alliance who would help us execute our long-planned exit in this nonsense world we foolishly had built all these years, once we find our way out, we will do everything in your bucket list, my dear,” the older man answered dotingly. “Wow! I wish to find the same love as yours. A love that would last me a lifetime!” I chuckled. Then the screen showed a different location. “This is the lab. I am confident to say that everyone working here is loyal to me, but we can’t be one hundred percent sure about that. Money, ambitions, and
Gab’s POVI agreed with Goerge and Almira’s thoughts about Rolan Leblanc being hellbent in taking the forwarding company that they have mentioned. Ever since I could remember, there had been someone to keep pressing and pressuring Marco in running the business. I did not know who it was at first, but I did not cease helping Marco find out who could be the culprit. We have had suspicions, but we all know suspicions and allegations will only be claimed to be true with a solid proof, and more proof would be better. It took us years. Including a few times of cheating on death just to find out we were never wrong on our suspicions. Marco and I would take every single chance that is presented for us to chase whatever lead we get in order to reveal and know who we were fighting against. And as expected, every time we tried to pry or dig deeper, risks were inevitable. But then again, we will only know how to defeat our enemy if we know who we are fighting with and how they fight. We have to