With a heavy sigh, I enter my dimly lit bedroom, seeking solace and a moment of respite from the confusion swirling around me. I gingerly sit down on the edge of my bed, the mattress sinking under my weight. I rest my elbows on my knees and place my head in my hands as I close my eyes, attempting to alleviate the throbbing pain that is clouding my thoughts. As I take slow, deep breaths, I recall my early days with Mia and the happiness we shared I cannot fathom why Mia and her mother, both loving and honest individuals, will keep such a crucial secret from me, especially after everythding that happened. "I need answers. It's time to find out the truth." I whisper over my breath to no one in particular. My mind begin to clear as I mentally prepare myself to face the forthcoming challenges head-on. I won't let fear or doubts overpower my resolve. Adjusting my position on the bed, I straighten my posture, ready to confront the complex web of secrecy that had enveloped Mia's past. With
Among us is seated Dr. Reynolds a respected physician known for his dedication and compassion. He have always been a source of calm and stability to everyone around him, but tonight, something weighed heavily on his mind. As the night wore on, the alcohol flowing freely, an unspoken tension filled the room. I notice him taking a sip of his drink before placing it down with a heavy sigh, the change in his demeanor clearly visible and the game pause for a moment, sensing that something is amiss. Paul, CEO of a big clothing company and many food destributers, break the silence, concern inscribed on his voice."Tom, is everything alright? You seem troubled tonight."Dr. Reynolds lean back in his chair, running a hand through his graying hair. His usually composed face betraying a combination of exhaustion and fear and with a deep breath, he begin his tale, his voice laced with sadness."I need to share something with all of you – something that has been tearing me apart for years." He hes
As the two of us engross in a passionate discussion about the thrilling boxing match that is happening tonight, the phone ring abruptly, interrupting our competitive banter. I glance at the caller ID, Luigi's name flicker across the screen. Knowing Luigi's serious demeanor, my curiosity pique, wondering what he found out in such short time that so urgently require my immediate attention. "Hey, it's Luigi," I inform Tomasso, my voice ting with a combination of concern and curiosity. "I wonder what news he has for me." Tomasso, obviously sensing the change in my expression, raise an eyebrow. He knows that Luigi never contact me unless something important demanded my attention. "Well, don't keep him waiting. Answer the call and find out what he learned." I nod and quickly accept the call, my mind brimming with possibilities of where Mia is or what she is hiding. "Ciao, Luigi. What is it that you have for me?" The usually steady and composed Luigi sound noticeably flustered on the oth
I storm through my front door, my briefcase sling over my shoulder, and make a beeline for my office. I have a lot of work to do and couldn't afford to waste any time. As I pass through the kitchen, I hear Clarisse's voice calling out to me, but I ignore her, not wanting to be distracted from my task. "Hey, Ben! Where are you off to?" Clarisse call out, her voice following me into the hallway. "Are you okay? You look a bit flustered." I grit on my teeth, feeling my irritation grow. I have forgotten that Clarisse is staying with me for a few days, and now she is bothering me at the worst possible time. I do not have time for this. "I'm fine, Clarisse," he call back over my shoulder, not stopping to acknowledge her. "I have a lot of work to do." Clarisse's voice follow me into the office, her footsteps padding behind me. "But Ben, you're not even going to say hello? You're just going to ignore me?" I sigh, my frustration growing. Why couldn't she just leave me alone? I have important
The tenacious look on my face doesn't go unnoticed by this man who I assume just figured out he is in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Did you follow me?" My informant frown as he furrow his brows."Did you think I was just going to hand you a bag of cash with no real answers?" I reply, keeping my focus on the guy dressed in black."You should not have done that." Mr.Black threatens as he take a step back. "Kill him." He instruct the man on my side who swings at me with a wavering arm which I catch mid air with my one arm while my other elbow come down on it and with that known sound it snaps and he quickly quiver towards the wall grabbing his injured arm with his free hand. "Who is next?" I grin, my body flood with adrenaline, reminding me that I don't do this enough. Feeling eager to put my skills to the test."Alright tough guy. Let's see what you got." He grin taking three steps back for me to enter the room completely before two others join him, their aggressive stances givin
Clarisse just settled comfortably into the passenger seat when an idea pop into my mind and a mischievous grin spread across my face. An impulsive thought crosses my mind, and in the moment, I cannot resist the temptation to add a little spontaneity our drive and without warning, I step on the brake and expertly swirl the car around, veering onto a different path. The sudden maneuver send an immediate jolt of adrenaline through Clarisse, causing her to grip onto the armrest tightly. A blend of surprise and fear glow from her face as she struggle to make sense of my impromptu decision."Grazie, what are you doing? Where are we going?" Clarisse ask, her voice sprinkled with concern as she desperately seek answers, wanting to understand the reason behind my spontaneous change of heart. Ignoring her questioning, a mischievous sparkle dance in eyes and I continue to drive with determination, taking us further away from my initially planned destination. The wind rush through the windows, pl
I sit across from her, the air between us feeling heavy, as a storm brews silently beneath the surface and I take a sip of my coffee, trying to calm my own growing annoyance. I observe her closely, her eyes darting nervously around the room, avoiding my gaze. "Clarisse," I finally speak up, leaning forward slightly. "Do not lie to me. I knew you had some alternative motive from the moment you came back into my life and now is the time for you to tell me the truth. What are you not telling me?"Clarisse fidget with her coffee cup, her fingers tracing patterns on the ceramic surface. Her voice wavering slightly as she respond, "Grazie, it's complicated. I've been going through some things, and I'm just not ready to talk about it yet." I feel a mix of frustration and anger bubbling inside me. At a time I was the one Clarisse turned to when she needed support, but that is also a long time ago, now she seems closed off, shutting me out and I can understand why she wouldn't confide in me, b
I do as I promise bending over the table after Simon has thrown out some of the white powder onto the mirror like glass table. I have never done this before, but I have seen it been done many times. This is how Clarisse first started long before she moved onto injecting herself with cheaper drugs. I gatehr a small amount of the powder to one side, before shaping it into a line of around three cenitmetres. I do the same with the second line using the card he handed me and once I am done I remove a bill from my own pocket role it into a staw like object and sniff the powder right into my nose. The burning effect quickly replaced with a feeling that feels to me like I have snorted all the self confidence, not that I needed any of it. He have heard stories of people experiencing profound changes in their mental state after taking cocaine, but to me other than feeling like myself, but a hightened I dont exactly feel very different until I did the second line. The cocaine started to take ef