Around 1 AM, I got a call from a strange number. Who calls other people this late in the night? I raised my brows as I picked up my phone with low expectations. I accepted the call and placed the phone on my ear."Hello, who is this please?" I inquired immediately, making sure to communicate displeasure in my tone. "It's me." The voice I heard drove away sleep from my eyes in a few seconds. I sat up properly. "Don..Dada?" "Hm. Step out for a bit or I jump in through your window."My heart skipped when he said that. I looked at myself, I was just wearing a see through nightwear. "No no no, I...will come. Where to?" I said without further thoughts. "Meet me behind your apartment complex." He said and ended the call. I sighed. This late night? Why could I not just have a proper rest even if it was for a few hours.I changed into pants and sweats then I left the house. It was quite easy to locate him because I had seen his car first then he was leaning on it. Without saying a word a
I felt I was pained because I had been associating myself too much with Don Dada, that was probably why i thought we had something there. It was around 4 AM already and the thought of still having to prepare to go to work made me super sad."Why? Just why?! Why can't I just live in peace, luxuriously without having to work and just sit, watching billions fall into my account?" I lamented aloud. That was the best I could do.But my life was far from that fantasy, very far. I was up till morning and I just freshened up so I could prepare for work. After almost getting killed, I totally lost my appetite for anything at all. Maybe a cup of coffee would do though.I left the apartment in my usual dressing and I left melancholic when I saw Nick's door. It was starting to get dust on it and anyone could tell that he was not around. I missed him so badly but what could I do?My head started aching badly on my way to Sky Villa Cafe so I had to branch one of the pharmacies in the secluded stre
I was confused for a bit there. "What are you saying?" "I'm being truthful, Miss. Claire." He replied to me and I stood up from the sofa slowly."You? He nodded and I moved closer to him, then dragged him by the collar. "You were part of those people that caused my parents: death?" I raised my brows, getting pissed off already."Calm down, I never said I killed them." He cooed."It's called abetting, you fool! You were there so what?" I pointed out. "Will you listen to me?" He frowned, removing my grip off his collar forcefully. "But...how? You are...around thirty two years so how...?" I thought aloud, because the link was not connecting. Then it dawned on me... "Don't tell me..""Yeah, I was a teenager like you then, almost 18." He replied. Then, it made sense. "That still does not justify the fact that you abetted murder." "I was forced to be there, okay? Luciano assassinated my parents like he did to yours." He explained and I became a bit calm. I think I was ready to listen
My life had never remained the same ever since I signed the contract with Don Dada. I mean, it was good that I was getting to discover things about Luciano and everything he did to my family but then, I did not feel so good about it.Maybe I should not have dug into it? Maybe I should not have given Zachary the audience? Argh..I just could not think straight. After leaving his home, I realized I still loved my job very much so I headed there even though it was already past 9 AM - past my check-in time. At least that was better than not coming at all.I got scolded by Alex, I did expect that of course, then I resumed work for the day. We did not get so many customers that morning so I was free, left with my thoughts. I nursed and nursed them till I was tired. Asking questions with no one to give answers to them, reminiscing on my whole life, thinking of my parents because I missed them... series of thoughts. Wondering if my life would have been so great at this age if my family did no
It was a big surprise that Luciano was yet to visit me impromptu, I wondered what was going on in his head. Maybe he was cooking my punishment or he was just too busy to pay attention to me yet.The day Don Dada talked about arrived so soon. And ever since the day broke, I have had no peace. I was quite anxious and skeptical about the date thing because of Luciano. I could not let him find us out yet. As early as 6 AM that morning, I received a knock on the door. "Who's there?" I raised my voice, asking from the kitchen. "Delivery!" The person shouted back and as I walked to the door, I contemplated opening it because I had not ordered anything. Maybe this was just a way to trick me out and have me abducted again?Oh, too bad...I would not take any chances. I peeped through the small hole on the door and saw that it was a delivery man truly. "Package delivery from who please?" I asked again and I watched the guy go through the document he had with him and then the box. "It's j
I had no idea where I was being driven to but I trusted Don Dada's men, for some reason I felt safe around them. I was not supposed to trust him but I found myself doing it.We drove for a long time and then the car turned at some point. The moment we took that turn, I could no longer see buildings on both sides or even roaming cars or bikes, as if we were driving down an isolated place.The driver drove for about fifteen minutes in and then I finally saw a huge gate from afar, with some men stationed there. 'D.D.'s Estate'. It was inscribed on the gate. This was a different place from where I went the last time.The Don's residence I went to the last time was just a mansion but this time, it was an estate. Maybe this was his main residence and that one was just a cover? How secretive. The men at the gate seemed to recognize the car I was in as Don Dada's and the one behind us too, where the other guards were. The gate was opened immediately for us to drive in.The driveway was qui
As we drove off in a convoy, I started to feel quite insecure even though there were many cars escorting us. The memories of what happened during the drive with Don Dada came replaying in my head and I gently fisted my finger. I was supposed to be angry.He seemed to pay so much attention to me despite the fact that he had a tablet in his face, where he was probably working. "Is anything the issue, Gattino?" He asked and I took the chance to express myself. "I am yet to know why I almost got killed in the middle of the night." I said to him and then in a few seconds, he seemed to remember what I was talking about.He smiled as if it was nothing, waving it off and saying to me, "You can never get killed, Claire. Not under my watch." That sounded more like an assurance than a declaration. He sounded too sure about it. Why? "Why?" I did not hesitate to ask. I was not ruling out the possibility that he might be keeping me for the same reason as Luciano."Because no one would dare come
"Don't just go out of my sight whenever we are together. Ever again." That sounded more like a plea that a warning I nodded my head, staring at him innocently. We left the hallway and headed to the main hall. The lights were dimmed to make the hall dark-themed so there a focus light on the podium, where a man was addressing the guests. With Don Dada holding my hand, we found out way back to our seats. Some other people who were not initially there were seated at the table."Dada Ardito." One of the old looking men at the table called and Don Dada bowed to him. Idrio? That was his name too?It looked like he respected the man a lot so I nodded my head at the man too, in greeting."I didn't know you would make it here, M.O." Don said to him, addressing him by his initials i suppose. Who was he by the way? When we sat down, the lady who had confronted me in the restroom earlier, came around and sat at the table too, right beside the old man."Father, I am back." She said to him and