Getting all these seem so annoying. I can't believe my father is indeed so toxic to tell his men to monitor me in another country. I couldn't even stay alone in my room for long without them coming to check. For real, I can't count how many times they had walked into me naked or having sex with someone. Getting out, I felt so fulfilled. It was like I haven't achieved anything in my live until now.I lied to my those men that I needed to get groceries. I couldn't tell them where I was going or what I wanted to get done.It still sounded annoying to know that my father had his men watching me and giving him feedbacks on my every move.When I was able to get away from them, I took a turn and headed to the apartment. It was Selena's place and I needed to see her discretely.Her place wasn't the typical poor person's place. She was a little above that, in the average man position. I gave a small knock before pushing the door open and helping myself inside. She wasn't expecting me so
I couldn't bring myself to act like nothing happened. Every part of me felt the heat and it was because of what Luciano did.I swallowed the link in my throat and reached for the keys on the table. I grabbed it and stormed out of the house.I got into the car and sighed audibly. I used my hand to hit my forehead gently while thinking of my next action.I was acting on impulse and I couldn't blame myself on that. I felt the urge to see Luciano so I slammed my foot on the accelerator and drove down the street.I continued driving till I got their place and parked in front of the house. I contemplated my decisions for a moment but there was no turning back now.I looked around trying to see if Luciano's car was parked closely but I didn't see his car. I decided to wait, hoping he'd be back soon.It felt awkward to face Tiffany. I couldn't bring myself to talk to her or come in contact with her since the incident.I felt so ashamed add the mere thought of it was only making me feel more
Damn! I flinched at the sight of the gun in Luciano's hand. Well, for some moment I felt he would shot me for real but his face said other wise. It looked like he waited to hear something else. Why the heck was he not doing anything!? Luciano had a stern expression and I could see that he wanted an explanation. I tried to open my mouth and talk but he pointed the gun back at me and shut me up. "Get the hell away from here or I shoot." He snapped. His voice was hoarse and his face grim. He was frowning and I could see the vein in his hands. "I said get the hell away from here or I'll blow your head!!" His voice was a lot firmer and even more colder but it didn't make me flinch again. I swallowed hard and then shook my head in disapproval before whining down the window."I know you can't shoot," I told him. "Just come off it." I wasn't sure why I sad that but a part of me was so sure that Luciano would not be able to shoot me.He swallowed hard and clenc
My lips was curled in a goofy smile as I tapped my keys on the car dashboard. I was really excited I was getting closer to Luciano, at least, after the whole blocking and all, he unblocked me and together we are working for something I told him and he believed. 'I like it' I know something good will come out soon, we were good to go, last night encounter made me know.My other hand went to my phone, like I was expecting something, I checked my recent calls to see if I missed any. None. I could have sworn but I kept my cool and dropped the phone. 'Please call me' I muttered 'please Luciano.' Why the damn hasn't he called me yet? He should have! I should know what he was thinking about what I told him last night, his next move if he has any and if he doesn't have, I can help. Or, was I simply overreacting about this whole deal? Luciano believed me but then would he do anything?"Damn!" I cursed silently.At that moment, my phone's blaring sound made me jerk
"Hey Luciano," I picked up the call, trying so hard to hide my excitement. I thought he'd never call. "I was just about to call you, guess we think alike." "Hello Massimo." His voice sounded straight and courteous, I felt he was not in a good mood or maybe it was me. Did he still hate me? I didn't do anything bad. I love him."I've been thinking about you throughout today. You don't sound so well, are you good?""Oh yes I am, thank you." I felt like he was shutting me out. Luciano was hardly ever like this when we were younger."Or do you need a massage? I could help with that just like I used to when we were kids, that's if you remember," I chuckled slightly.There was silence on his end and I stopped chuckling cooperating with the tense silence that hung in the air. "I'm glad you're quiet now. I called for a reason and that's Gladys, you need to get close to her so you can get her phone," he informed me. I barely heard all he said, my mind was fixated on the fact that he shushed
LUCIANO'S POVI looked up from the laptop screen as the door opened revealing Tiffany. Her eyes were dark and gloomy, an indication that she had probably been crying her eyes out. Gosh! I get being bullied online isn't fun but she isn't being nice to me at all. I feel like it's all my fault because I couldn't take care of her enough. I didn't warn her enough or ...I don't even know!"Permission to use your PlayStation?" She asked, staring at me blandly and emotionless.I shook my head in a nod and she headed back towards the door. What else could I do? If I say no, I be dead, dead in her sad gaze."Wait, there's something I'd like to inform you about," I called out just before she stepped out of the room. "I'll be going out soon and you need to go back to school next week. Tiffany." The bland expression descended into a frown and a face full of antagonism and fight. Taking powerful strides towards me, she uttered each word carefully. "I. Am. Not. Going. Back. To. School."By now, s
The gun was directly at his head, I was ready to pull the trigger and his looks could have made me shoot but I kept my cool, not loosening my grip on the gun. I was so taken aback by his relentless nagging. This boy don change.Worst, when are we going to stop fighting ourselves over any little things. I could have shot him dead if I just wasn't patient enough. He kept on nagging about his bleeding nose and I wasn't prepared to either apologize or make empty threats.Eventually, he gave me a sombre look and quietly went to bed, leaving me alone with my murderous thoughts. I could have killed him!Snapping the gun on the table, I decided to focus on the task at hand. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the flash drive Massimo had given me earlier. It felt so cold as what was inside it to was, I examined it closely, admiring Massimo's skill in getting the information from Gladys. Much as I think Massimo is a nerd around me, I admire his courage. Though, I hoped to distan
Next day.It was 8am when I got home the next morning to an angry Tiffany. I drove in and saw her seated at the doorway. For a moment I was scared she had stayed up all night waiting for me, but getting closer I noticed her sleepy eyes. "Good morning Tiffany." My greeting was met with rolled eyes and a turned back. She left the doorway with folded hands and trudged grudgingly into the house."Why didn't you come back yesterday? That wasn't the plan," she nagged slumping into the arm chair. I apologized sincerely and pointed a gift bag towards her. Knowing Tiffany well, I was aware she would be angry and make a case about me sleeping out. A gift was the best was to pacify her. Her eyes dimmed as she took the bag out of my hands and she looked less upset. As soon as she saw the new Chanel bag and shoes, she jumped out the chair and unto me trying to hug me as I expected. I took a step back and held her hands instead. After all that had happened with Gladys, it felt weird to hug her