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
Finding him proved hard.The heavy crowd, blinding lights and loud music made the place a rowdy mess. Just like at the bar I met Luciano at, there were skimpily dressed women dancing on the dance floor with other men groping and grinding into them.My eyes already caught the stairs but I couldn’t even reach it because of the crowd. After unsuccessfully weaving my way through for the fifth time, I got frustrated and walked up to the bar and took a stool while watching the bartender pour out shot.“Are you lost?”The bartender asked. “I noticed you since you came in, you look like you could use some help”His words wafted past my ears as my eyes set on the lady sitting beside me. She was dressed in a short dress that barely covered her thighs and had on a pair of knee length boots. Her hair was black, long and straight and reached down to fall behind her back. She was beautiful but I was marveled at the way she drowned every shot the guy gave to her without even taking breaks. I’ve h
The world seemed like it took a standstill and why wouldn't it? Even I was at a standstill, I could bet my eyes were wide open and I look like I have seen a ghost. But then again, why wouldn't I be stuck to a spot? When a man this gorgeous and breathtaking is standing awfully close to me and looking me directly in the eyes. He bright blue orbs pierced into my hazel ones and looked like they could see right through the ocean of honey colour and bright brown lights. I know it’s the man from outside who helped me get in because of the familiarity of that blue eyes. I saw it only for a moment but it was something I couldn’t forget for a lifetime to come. The cologne that wafted from his body into my nose too was a reminder of how fresh and intoxicating he smelt when I was caught in his hands a moment ago. But most importantly, I knew he was Don Dada because the name was boldly tattooed onto his exposed neck. It made me gulp at the fucking odds of meeting the man I was meant to delive
I lied to myself when I said I was going to forget Don Dada. It had to be the biggest lie I have ever told myself or maybe the biggest lie my heart has ever told me. My heart has told me a couple of lies that I have to believe wholeheartedly only for me to be met with disappointment at the end. Like when I told myself I wasn’t weak and that I could escape from Luciano if only I tried hard. And when I told myself I could lead a normal and decent life if Luciano at least would lets me go. Well he did. And it turns out that all I’m good at is lying to myself. Nothing ever became normal about my life ever since then. I was still the same girl he had in captive for the longest of her life. My heart still wouldn't stop lying to me even at that. Because ever since I left Don's bar and met with Don himself, I’ve not being able to get his face off my mind or anything else about him off of my mind since then. His face appears every now and then when I’m alone and thinking about somethin
I blinked rapidly a couple of times, expecting for the image in front of me to disappear like a mirage and just like a figment of my imagination. Everything in me hoped that none of it were real and that I have started hallucinating and seeing things because of my inability to stop thinking about him.My eyes only stung as I kept blinking my eyes. The image of the person sitting on my chair, in the middle of my room, clad in a all black suit, isn't disappearing like a mirage and no I wasn’t hallucinating, it was as vivid as anything could ever be.My legs stood grounded to the spot by the door , unmoving and suddenly rigid. All of the bravery I summed up, ready to hit the intruder with a mop stick melted out of me as I processed the scene before me. Don Dada is in my room. In my house! My mind raced with a million things that I could possibly do. I contemplated running out of here and shutting the door but this is my house! There was no other place I could run to. Then I thought ag
Nick is at my door. Don is in my house. And me? Well I already jumped out of the sandwich situation Don put me in and I’m freaking out. I ran around the room panicking. Don’s eyes followed me and looked at me as if I was crazy. He seemed so unmoved. So calm about the situation but then again, this is all on me. He has no idea that I lied to my best friend and he has absolutely no idea what his being here could cost me. Nick would get so pissed at me.My brain ran short of all the possible lies I could tell him about a strange man that he has never seen before coming out of my house. The knocks got harder. “Common open up! I’m sorry I’m late, I brought snacks!” Don turned to me. “Aren’t you going to open the door for your girly boyfriend?” He used the same words as Luciano but I was too panicked to ask. “And what? Have him come in here and see you inside my apartment?” I grounded out. “Why cant I be seen?” he queried. His mouth forming a pout. Seriously? How could he no
Whenever Don is this close to me, close enough for noses to touch and for our breathing to mix freely, I lose my sense of reasoning. And I think he knows this too because even if we’ve only being in this kind of situation a few times, he’s always daring so close to me and I can’t decide on one reasonable thing to do whenever he does that. Just like right now. Both of us were cooped up in my tiny closet. I could hear every of the breath he let out and the ones he drew in. His blue eyes was the only thing I could see in the darkness of the closet and they had me trapped in them so much that I couldn’t look away. “What are you doing?” I asked with wild eyes.“You should leave already. Nick left three minutes ago”“Not until I get what I want”“What do you want?’“You”I squinted at him in the darkness. “Forget I asked”At this rate, I am going to conclude that Don is going crazy up there and I won’t sit with him and listen to him say things like that to me. I’ve only known this man