HOLLIS
Whoever brought up the idea of carving that awful-looking image of Einstein must either be dumb or extremely stupid because they made a whole mess of the image and also made it so obvious that the faux wall really had to be a door. Bloody hand raised, I waited for Rocco to hand me a reloaded gun. The cold feel of a semi-automatic grazed my fingers and I smiled. "There's nobody inside. Aside from the few securities we've already taken care of, the house is clean." Rocco, my right-hand man, reported. I smiled, knowing that my suspicion might be true then. I simply shifted my gaze to him. Today was just the fucking day I've been looking forward to. A good day to teach Velcro and his stupid brother some hard lessons and knock some senses into them while at it, if they survive anyway. "Nero, stay out here with the rest of the men and be alert. I'll notify you if we need more men." Nero nodded and dished out inaudible orders to the rest of the men with his fingers while I started heading towards the image of Einstein with Rocco following right behind. "Shouldn't we take more men, we don't know what we would meet there." He asked worriedly, almost getting me pissed. "If you're going to whine and not hold your gun firmly, then you'd better get back there and let Nero take your place. Should I send for him?" I asked, stopping abruptly. "No, no." He replied. "But are you sure..." "We'll be fine Rocco. Let's see what we're up against before involving our men." As I finished my statement, I started shooting right through the funny carved image and he joined immediately. Neither Rocco nor I stopped, not even when the horrible thing started giving away in bits and pieces and became unrecognizable before crumbling to the ground. The wooden door behind blew apart bit by fucking bit too, until it bounced open. When it released, I made to step in, but Rocco stood in my way. "Let me go first. We don't know what's inside there." I looked at him in stark amazement, yet to understand why he was hell-bent on being a pain in my god-damn ass. "If you don't step aside, I will fucking put a chaotic bullet in your head," I swore under my breath. But the annoying human stood there staring at me, trying to gauge the possibility of me carrying out the threat. He took a deep breath and stepped aside. I stepped into a narrow opening that seemed to be a passageway, gun in hand. We pushed open a door and there stood the rats, all down and panicky. My eyes met Velcro's brother, whatever his name was. He looked white as a sheet, and then there were two of his wounded men, trying their best to stop the bleeding in their arms. "What's that name of yours, boy?" I asked him, shooting the two struggling guards to put them out of their misery. Rocco was right behind me, gun pulled and pointed at the boy. "Ralph. Goddamn it, you shot my men. What did we do to you, we've never trespassed." "Ralph," I called calmly, "where the fuck is your brother?" He shifted uneasily, cursing under his breath. "You've killed my men." He muttered. "Which of them? These ones that don't know a thing about Safety 101?" I asked scanning the room, noting the possible places Velcro might be hiding. The next trigger I pulled sent a bullet right through Ralph's left thigh and he screamed in tears. "Your brother, boy, where is he?" "I don't know," he cried. "I don't fucking know." "Wrong answer." The second bullet went through his right thigh. "Jesus!" The boy screamed and almost had me rolling on the floor with laughter. Who would have thought he knew Jesus, even as a petty killer. I would have sent Nero and the boys to take care of this shit. But when I finally got the news that they were the fools who almost killed Ugo Chike, I was beyond furious. If that girl is going to die, then I have to be the one to kill her. Not some petty fools that know absolutely nothing about that fragile girl that I've dedicated a lot of time to know and understand. "Where is your brother?" I repeated the question and he pointed to a closed door, his tears now uncontrollable. Rocco moved over and pulled the scared piece of shit out of his hiding spot. I smiled at how terrified he looked. "Welcome to the party." I cheered him, turning my gun to him while watching Ralph from the corners of my eyes. "Tell me, was it fucking you, sweetheart?" I asked, looking him dead in the eyes, now calm as ever, yet ready to empty my gun in his dead ass body. That sounds more like it anyway. I can't remember the last time I spared any mother-fucker that double-crossed me. I spare no one, I take what I want, when I want it, and get killed to get the job done. "I swear, I didn't want to do it. I was blackmailed." Velcro said He was sweating profusely, the emotions in his eyes didn't match the one he was forcing in his voice. He was a fucking liar. There is more to the whole drama and I was ready to hear it all. I turned to Rocco. "Take him, let's get the fuck out of here." Rocco nodded and led the way. I was about to leave when I heard the tiny whimpers from the boy on the floor. I bent down and cut out a few pieces of fabric from his shirt and threw them at him. I guess a day will always come for one to break their own rule. I started it with Ugo Chike, now I'm extending it to this Ralph boy. Lucky day for him. "Tie up those legs if you don't want to become an amputee and call for help fast." I told him and left. That was me being kind. I didn't kill him and I helped him too. Not everybody can get such kindness from me. As I entered the back seat of the Audi, I felt a lot at ease knowing that I had done some good and I had the idiot that stepped on my toe. "What's the update?" I asked Rocco who was seated beside me with an expressionless face. "Miss. Ugo has arrived at Lilycity. She arrived yesterday and was seen having an early morning run today." He pushed a picture toward me. I smirked, lifting the picture of one of the cutest and bravest girls I've known. "She must have missed her morning runs," I murmured taking a closer look at her arm to be sure the bruises she sustained from the last attempt on her life were now faded. "I believe so." "Yes, is there more?" "Your brother said to tell you that everything is under control and he's handling it well from his end. He said that if the Queen fails to visit, that he will visit her and will forward a signal to you when your presence is needed." He said. I nodded. Having my brother down at Lilycity was not such a hard request. He turned into an advocate for the girl even before I explained everything to him. He was in support of literally anything I suggested as long as it was going to keep the young girl safe. I trusted him enough to carry out his part to perfection. I brought the picture up again and stared. Brown eyes, dark brown hair with highlight tips, and charming lips. "Ugo Amber Chike," I murmured rubbing off an invisible stain from her cheeks through the picture. Rocco cleared his throat and I turned to him. "Yes?" "A message came in from your father." "And?" "He's requesting your presence over the weekend." "What about?" I asked, putting the picture away and wishing to hear something else aside from my whining father and his irritable self. "Dinner, a family dinner. Miss Elsa would be there." "Tell him I'll be out of town. I don't care what else you have to say, but make sure he doesn't insist that I come for that miserable gathering." I couldn't imagine myself seated beside Don Pedro's daughter. She is a pretty lady of course, but the match-making our parents seem hell-bent on, isn't going to work for me. I didn't like the girl, one bit. And although the union would strengthen both empires, I still didn't find that enough reason to wallow in marital misery for the rest of my life.UGO I climbed down carefully from the grey van that picked me up from the house. I was going to see a cartel Boss. So there are quite a lot of things that could happen today. It's either I end up dead or I succeed in striking a good deal that will keep my father alive and give my family enough time to pay up the crazy-absurd debt they leveled against my Father. If the stars are in my favor, the money might even be forgiven. But in all, one of these things was going to happen today, and I prayed my dead body wouldn't be drawn out of the industrial-looking premises. As I stood looking around, I got a nudge behind from one of the men. "Move!" He barked at me and like a crippled roach revealed by a light from a handheld torch. I had to put both of my feet to good use. One of the men walked in front, leading the way, while two others walked behind me. "Stop." A voice from a guard stationed at the gate said to us. "She's going to go in blindfolded." He read out a rehearsed in
There was a flash of light and distant noises. My head felt like someone was taking an ice pick and pouring heavy chipping on my skull. I decided that death couldn’t be this painful, so I'm probably not dead or is this what hell is supposed to feel like. My eyes pried open, and a light came flashing again. This was followed by a groan, like a bear cub. 'was that me?' I managed to flutter my eyes open without anyone’s help. Inches away from my face, someone was holding a pen-sized flashlight. I couldn’t focus enough to see him, but I could definitely smell him. Light scent of woodberry and some chemicals I remember enduring the mixing process once I snuck into the chemistry laboratory during practicals that were meant for students offering science courses. The ceiling was swimming. I thought I was going to vomit, and I had to let my eyelids drop to stop the spinning. Slowly, the muffled sounds became words. "What’s your name, sweetheart." Asked the man with the flashlight.
With a stiff neck, I scanned my surroundings. there wasn’t much to decipher. I was in a small room, lit only by the bedside lamp that was on the table next to the bed. There was an armchair with a rose velvet cushion in one corner. The walls were bland and frameless. After waiting for another bout of nausea to pass, I went to the window, holding on to the small table as support for my shaky frame. Outside, a yellow cab was waiting at a red light on an otherwise empty street. I couldn’t decide if I was still in Lilycity. I thought I had a fair recognition of the clock tower that stood at the center of the city square, but it was too distant and I was too tired to be sure. My hand pressed against the glass. I closed my eyes until the dizziness passed, then slowly and painfully moved to the door of the bedroom and placed my ear against its smooth white surface. I could hear a Television echoing in the background and hushed voices, but nothing else. I twisted the doorknob, expecti
The next time I woke up, the sun was already setting. I was feeling better, rested, though my joints and muscles ached from the lack of movement. As for the bump on my head, it was only sensitive to touch. there was no more throbbing. The bedroom door had been left open. As soon as the smell of food tickled my nose, my stomach grumbled. The last meal I had eaten was the vegetable sauce my mother made specially for me. How long ago was that? My brain was still too foggy to count back the hours or the days. The thought of my mother sent chills down my spine. I haven't heard from my parents and I knew they would be worried sick. Letting my stomach do the thinking, I got out of bed and shuffled to the door barefooted. The only source of light came from the other end of the hall. I passed a small, white-tiled foyer and what looked like a front door, or a way to escape. The door had five different locks on it. I kept going while I tried to calculate how long it would take me to g
I was awakened by the distant sound of the television. Immediately I opened my eyes, I saw Maxine cropped up on a chair at the end of the room. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he muttered. "Where are we?" I croaked, sitting up on the bed and surveying the empty room that had only a bed and a television. Maxine stretched his arms, and sighed. "Home, The Garden." "Thank God." I sighed, before realizing what he meant. "You mean your home is referred to as The Garden?" "Mhmm." He hummed. "Gross." I spat out. "It's a good name." He stood up. "Hollis totally owe me for this." He murmured and left the room, not even saying a goodbye or any other word. My throat felt raw, and my body, emotionally exhausted. I could feel dark isolation seeping through the room like deep depression. I just wanted to go home, to go shopping, boat cruises, clubhouses and the courtroom. I wanted my life back. But even I know I couldn't. Not with the continuous attempt on my life and
Rocco and I followed the overly large corridor and came to the foot of the stairs. We climbed the stairs quietly. He kept mute all through while I hung my head low, tired and withdrawn. We made it through the double rows of stairs and came to a closed door. Rocco placed his thumb in a scanner placed beside the wall and the door clicked open. When he closed it behind me, he tried to flash a smile but decided against it. Maybe because It didn't seem like I was interested. "The door is bulletproof," he told me. But I didn't respond. We passed through a quiet, smaller, short corridor and came to another closed door. He punched a couple of numbers, and just like the other one, the door opened up again, and we stepped into the most lovely sitting room I've ever set my eyes on. I don’t know what I thought the home of a man like Hollis would be like. But this was definitely the real definition of wealth. It was homey. I guess I thought a man like him would be all about that awful, in
I moved past the bed to the far end of the room and saw an explicit and carefully painted image of Einstein. Perfect and looking original. That alone was proof that Hollis was a lover of art. Everything about the painting was soothing to my spirit. Done with a general survey of the bedroom, I walked over to the bathroom. A low groan of satisfaction shot through me because it was the bathroom of my dreams with its glass shower enclosure with multiple shower heads as well as a bathtub at one end. The sleek design, modern-looking accessories, and perfect lighting made me gasp in appraisal. The interior decorator deserves everything beautiful. The thoughtful ensemble all came together to give the space a sexy look. A look that I haven't even seen in movies before. The oval moss-green bathtub was to the side of the space. Same as the double sink vanities. Even the sinks themselves and the toilet were the same color as the bathtub. Everything looked so perfect, enchanting, and invi
"That's your bed. I'm yet to see mine." I said, voice rough. That damn brow of his arched again, and I decided it was a condescending movement. And I hated him even more for it. "It's your bed, too, now," he said, shrugging. "I'd rather sleep on the floor," I grumbled. Hollis ignored me. "I'm sure you have some questions." He started, taking a seat on his part of the bed. "I'm here to answer all of them." "Beautiful," I mumbled. "What are my clothes doing in there?" I pointed to the closet door." "Ugo, sit down on the bed, let's talk. You can't sit on the floor." I hesitated. "Come on....... you don't have to be mad at me forever. I'll tell you anything you want. But first, you need to sit down here." He tapped the bed, making a sound. "Fair enough," I said and slowly stood up from the floor. I went over to the other side of the bed that was meant to be mine and sat down, facing the wall, with an enormous space between us. "So...." I waited. "I had to protect you. Part of the