“That bastard was here again wasn’t he?”
“Hello to you too Nick”
I was in the middle of ridding my room of every trace of Luciano’s presence partly for my own sanity because just the smell of him disgusts me. I had rushed to the bathroom the moment he left to wash his sticky essence off of my body yet it feels like it’s still all over my body and crawling all over my skin.
But cleaning the room to get rid of Luciano’s scent is mainly because of my best and only friend who hates Luciano’s gut more than I do. Nick has a temper and his greatest trigger had to be the thought of Luciano coming here to use me again without him being able to do anything about it.
“Answer me Claire, that bastard came here again?”
I was past lying to Nick because he could smell a lie from a mile away. Besides,the room still stunk of his release and seemed a little too strong for the air freshener I sprayed in the room.
“He was only here for a few minutes” I said, turning my back on Nick and crouching by my bed to pick up the files that I shoved under it. It was a defence mechanism to collect myself before finally facing Nick who I could tell was staring daggers at my back.
“That’s what you say every single time and not even your concealers can hide those swollen red eyes of yours”
See? There was no point lying to Nick.
“Nick, I can’t right now okay? Yes, Luciano was here and he left just like always, what’s so new about it?”
Nick snorted. Irritation was clear as day on his face when I turned to look at him. He had on a backpack that he always carried around with him to do his freelance photography. It was obvious that he came right here without making a stop at his own apartment that’s a few doors away from mine in the apartment building we both shared.
It’s always as if Nick knows when I am troubled or he has a tracker placed on Luciano’s body for him to always show up moments after Luciano leaves my apartment.
“Remind me why we can’t go the police again? This dude is a fucking criminal and yet he roams around free”
I sighed, unsure about how many more times we would go over this again.
“For the last time Nick, Luciano is just not any criminal! He’s the leader of a very dangerous Mafia gang club and I don’t think you need me to keep telling you this all the time!”
Nick rolled his symmetrical blue eyes.
“Yes yes, the Silver Fox gang club. I get it! But fuck that! Apart from you and I, I don’t think anyone thinks that that shit exists. Everyone else will probably think you’re crazy for fuck’s sake .There are bad men everywhere Claire, and it’s the cops job to catch them”
I was starting to get pressured and irritated. Nick and I have this arguments over and over again and I try my best to tell him how dangerous Luciano is each time.
“He’s not just any criminal Nick! I’ve known him long enough to know that he has the cops in the palm of his hands! We can both die before I realize my plans of revenge”
I know for a fact that Luciano is well grounded in the city and there is no escape from him anywhere. His criminal activities spread wide to places even I can’t imagine and it’s one of the reasons why I’ve never been able to run away from the city and start a new life somewhere else. Luciano might have released me three years ago, but it doesn’t mean I got my freedom back.
“Why you Claire? For fuck’s sake why won’t he just leave you alone?” nick groaned bitterly.
The care he has for me and the hurt he feels whenever Luciano takes advantage of me is so clear in his voice and that it hurts my heart too.
But I’ve always asked the same question as him too.
Why me?
A lot of things have been so unclear about my life from the start.
Like why my parents moved so much when I was a kid up until I turned fifteen. We moved from city to city, from apartments to apartments and I was never at one school for a year. I was always the new students at a new place.
And like why my parents were killed in cold blood by the silver fox gang club.
The reason why I had to watch both of them get hit with bullets between their eyes and fall to the ground right in front of me. The reason why a fifteen year old clueless teenager was made to watch her parents take their last breath right before her eyes
And the reason I wasn’t killed like my parents but taken into captive by the very man who put a bullet through my parent’s heads.
A whole lot of things don’t make sense and I’d be lying if I said it does and that I knew exactly why a dangerous man suddenly came knocking at my family’s door.
It all happened so fast and before I knew it, my parent’s were already at gun point while I was held with a tight grip by two menacing looking men.
The last fifteen years ago was when my life turned miserable.
That was the first day I met Luciano Sebastian.
And the memories of what followed will forever haunt me no matter what I do or where I go.
Thinking about the things Luciano did to me while he held me captive at an unknown place, only brings back the darkest of my memories that I have tried to bury so deep that I wouldn’t mind if they don’t see the light of day again but being in an argument like this with Nick brings everything back to the surface, and I think he noticed because he stopped talking and only ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair before reaching for his backpack on the floor of my room and opening his arms wide for me.
I didn’t hesitate to run into his open arms and let him engulf my small frame into his rather large one. He tightened his arms around me and I don’t think I would ever feel this warm in anyone’s arms the way I feel in Nick’s arms.
Nick is my safe haven.
After Luciano released me from his hold three years ago for reasons best known to him, I made sure to stay away from anyone and kept to myself. I didn’t want anyone closer to me because of how dangerous it could be for anyone to even be close to me.
I wanted to start my life all over again and meet with people but I knew it was hard. Anyone close to me were always in danger of getting hurt and I didn’t want that.
Well, everyone except Nick.
Nick was cute, funny and hard-working.
I tried to keep him away by pretending to be irritated but he was just too kind. At first, I thought he was just a boy next door who needed a quick fuck but I soon realized that he wasn’t even interested in women and only wanted to make friends with me because, according to him, I looked like someone who needed someone to talk too.
The plans for my revenge on Luciano is still not properly laid out. It’s huge and it could crush me but I had nothing to lose any more.
“Thank you”
I said to Nick after he let me go even though I just want to stay in his embrace forever. Wishing that it’s strong enough to actually take away my trouble forever.
Nick gave me a smile that emphasised his boyish charm. “Have you gotten anything?” Nick asked, nodding towards the files scattered on my bed. I shook my head. The files here have the records of luciano’s men but none had enough information that I could make use off. I stole the file from his office on the very day he let me go. I had been planning for revenge ever since then but the chances of actually getting my revenge on Luciano seems slim.I know nothing about him or what to use against him. He’s like a ghost. Unknown to anybody. I don’t even know where he stays or the place he locked me up at because I was blindfolded the first day he abducted me and the day he released me. Neither do I know any of his clubs even when I know that he owns a fleet of them here in the city. All of his operations go by without anyone’s notice. His always the monsters who blend with people the most and Luciano is a dangerous monster. “It’s going to be fine. It’s only a matter of time.” Nick s
I try not to think of how miserable my life is as i work everyday. To everyone at the cafe and bar, I’m the sweetest lady they’ve ever met.I was a lady with the brightest smile and without a care in the world. Alex made it especially clear that he hired me two years ago because he thought my smile could light up the room. Everything people think of me is just a contrast of who I really am. I bear so much hate, so much anger and so much bitterness inside of me that I try to hide. After Luciano let me go three years ago, I realised that if I wanted to be free totally I had to start from somewhere. I couldn’t stop him from getting an apartment down town for me where he could come and go as he pleases but he knows damn well he couldn’t stop me from getting a job and at least pick up the pieces of my life and put them back together. It was hard. First, no one wanted to hire someone who didn’t even complete her high school diploma. I stopped going to school right after Luciano took me
Slowly, he started to make his way towards me. I looked frantically at his hands. He held nothing. Not the whip. Not the iron ball and definitely not the iron he uses to burn me. Somehow, that didn’t bring me any sort of relief. It was always better to know that one of those three things would happen to me in the torture room. But now that i don’t know what to expect at all, my heart raced so hard and i thought it would burst out any second. The closer he got, the harder my heart beat. And the bastard stalked towards me ever so slow as if knowing what he does to me just by doing that and prolonging it. He does know what he does to me and I hate him for that. He finally stopped in front of me and stood, hands in suit pockets. The room was barely lit but I would recognize his sinister look anywhere. My body moved on impulse to protect my body from his prying eyes but I was tied on both limbs. Helpless and hopeless. “Why do you keep testing me Claire?”He asked. His voice thick
Claire“10 PM. Black Hay Bar. P.S: Don’t be late. ~Luciano” I was confused. What does Luciano want with me? And why was he asking me to come to a bar to see him when he could just show up at my place any time and impose his will on me? It was definitely unlike him. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not the first time Luciano has sent me a letter. Actually, all he ever does is send me letters and the only reason I could attribute to it is so that he doesn’t get my phone tracked when he calls me. I don’t know where he comes from or where he returns to. He just shows up out of nowhere and disappear again until a few more days or sometimes weeks when he comes to me again. Those times, I don’t even need anyone to tell me he comes to me whenever he’s had issues or lost something or just plainly pissed by some illegal operations that don’t work. All he does is fuck it out on me like I am responsible for whatever misfortune he encounters.
A few minutes to 10PM,It took all of the courage my entire being could muster for me to not actually back out of my own plans to go meet with Luciano as he asked. I was this close to chickening out and totally backing out of everything but I remembered that I’d rather obey Luciano than have him come down to my apartment to torment me again. I returned to my apartment from Nick’s after a series of lesson of all the things I need to do and the things I shouldn’t do and after losing an argument on if he should drive me to the bar tonight and there was no two ways about it. I had no choice but agree but only with a condition that he wouldn’t go into the bar with me. In fact, he would drop me off blocks away from the bar because I can’t risk Luciano or his men finding out that a man followed me. I didn’t want to put nick in danger because of my own issues with a deadly mafia boss. The girl I brought home wasn’t there when I returned. I looked around for her but it’s clear that she wa
I froze.Luciano grinned wickedly after he saw my expression, knowing he has succeeded in getting me shaken up. And I was shaken up alright! Because I remained on the spot and let my brain repeat the words luciano said to me. Luciano stalked back to his seat and sat down without taking his eyes off me. It was as if it was the expression he expected to see from me and it gave him so much joy to just see me looking that way. I actually don’t know what I was feeling. Maybe it was fear or uncertainty or shock. I was not sure what made me stood in shock. And the fact remains I don’t even know who Don Da---whatever he called it was. The name was unfamiliar and I’ve never even heard it before. But one thing I’m sure of that made me freeze the way I did is the fact the man Luciano is sending me off to is the leader of another Mafia club just like the one Luciano controls. I’ve never heard of the Danger Blaze mafia club. I know there’s a whole lot of Mafia Dons working secretly and carry
Luciano was no longer in the private lounge when I walked out of the bathroom. Honestly, I would have just broken down in front of him if I saw him on my way out. I was broken. Dejected. Sad. Furious. Pained. All of these emotions overwhelmed me all at once and it feels like my soul was slowly falling apart in Luciano’s hands. Yet again, I felt used. And mad because I couldn’t even stop myself from being used. Frankly, what could I have done? Any form of resistance to Luciano in that bathroom would have possible cost me a black eye or possibly a bruise or a burst on my lips and that way, my plan to lie to Nick that everything went fine would fall through. I trudged out of the Night club with a hitch in my steps.Not like there was a spring to it when I walked in but at least I didn’t feel like shit walking into the club like I feel when I walked out of it. As I made my way home, my thoughts and mind was clouded by what Luciano asked me to do. I would be delivering a package
As I worked on the very day I was supposed to go deliver the supposed “package “to the Danger Blaze mafia club, my eyes was trained on the overhead wall clock at the cafe and bar and boy the time flew so fast that each passing hour made my heart skip a hundred beats. Alex noticed my lack of concentration when I spilled beer on the table and he definitely wasn’t happy about it. “Keep whatever is bothering you out of my bar Claire and focus” I only apologized and he shook his head and left but not before I heard him mutter something along the lines of “I just hope she’s okay “underneath his breath. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t and that I was going crazy and that I was scared but I stuck to cleaning the spilled beer instead. The bar closes up at 9pm every night and a little past 10 on rush hour fridays. Today was Monday and so I closed up at exactly 9pm . I had just an hour to get myself ready to deliver the godforsaken package. ….he hates latecomersLuciano’s scribbled words on