by S. S. Sahoo
My lips twitched up. That was Willi always had his fair share of solutions and always ready for the problems.
“So what are you waiting for? Finish everything and make sure nothing is tracked or spilled” I told him and he hummed in response.
“I am already working on it. I will do this by myself” he told me and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
“You? Why will you do this? You know this is risky. Send some other ma-” he cut me off “Freddy was the best man we had. And unfortunately, he got caught. Do you think any other man in his place will ever return back doing it, with a victory?” He questioned and true to his words I found myself nodding in agreement.
“Fine. Make sure to clear the coast. And when you reach to Freddy don’t forget to tell him that I will miss him” I sighed as I said the words. It was a way of mine to tell him that Freddy was no longer needed. Sure, he was also the most trusty man here and I have been with him from god knows what year but still he managed to caught by our rivalry and now before he could spill anything which could be dangerous for us he needs to close his mouth. Forever.
“I will also miss him” I heard Willi sighing in the phone.
Willi was never from the kind of person who would ever show emotions for anyone.
“Give him a less painful death,” I told him and with that, I hung up.
I threw the phone on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. My gaze again fell on the painting which was before me.
“Yet again I have to be the type of person that you have made me. Following your footsteps, I have reached this far in my life. I hope you are happy with me” I spoke to the painting and closed my eyes for a few seconds when the door of my room opened and I heard the clicking of heels.
Without opening my eyes I knew who the person was.
“How many times do I need to tell you? Knock before you walk in Mother?” I asked as I opened my eyes and looked at the woman dressed in an elegant black gown with hair made into in a neat bun. Always in her high-class appearance.
Her black cold eyes similar to mine bore into mine as she made her way towards me and sat on the chair beside me crossing her leg over another.
“I don’t need my son’s permission to enter his room” she spoke as she crossed her hands over another on her lap waiting for me to speak.
“I am grown man now Mother and I would mind my privacy,” I told her to which she rolled her eyes and the next moment smacked me on my head.
“Ow! What was that for?” I asked as I rubbed the spot which she hit.
“For disobeying my orders” she yelled and I gave her a confused look.
“You asked for wine? Didn’t you?” She spoke calmly although I knew she was way more than just calm.
“Ahh I am bored Mother just by sitting here the whole day,” I told her irritated and stressed my hand a little feeling sleep flooding back into me.
Stupid Medicines.
“It is all your doing son. You get what you deserve according to your karma. Just look at yourself what your father and grandfather have made you today. I am still telling you to plea-”
“Mother please” I pleaded.
“We already had this discussion before. I am into this in my own will. It’s because I wanted this. I wanted to be a powerful man Mother” I told her and watched as she sighed closing her eyes muttering something under her breath.
“Fine! I was just doing my duty. I love you son you know that right?” She asked with watery eyes.
“Yes mother I do,” I told her and gave her a small smile.
“Then remember this seeing you like this always breaks my heart but still I will support you. As long as my children are safe I will always support them” she spoke and her motherly love reflected in her eyes before it turned into those cold and distant ones which always confused me.
“And for now rest as much as you can. I want to see my son completely fit and fine back on his feet” she kissed my forehead and arranged the pillows around me.
“I will send you your food. And” she got hold of my ear “No Wine” she ordered strictly and I nodded taking her hand which was holding my ear, kissing her hand.
She smiled and turned around walking out of my room but before she could walk out she stopped and turned around.
“And Nicholas” she called me and I looked up towards her waiting for her to continue.
“I would’ve really liked if that girl Juliette would’ve been your bride. The way you described me about her I truly liked her but Alas! Destiny had something different to what you planned. She never got to be your wife”.
“I don’t want to discuss it mother” I clenched my teeth and balled my palms into fists.
“Because it reminds you about your defeat” she mocked and chose to keep my mouth shut.
“Poor girl. I wonder what she might be doing right now with her husband” she looked towards me with her mischievous eyes.
“I don’t care about her Mother so please stop worrying about her” I spoke through gritted teeth and watched as she smirked at me.
“I wonder if she is still oblivious to the fact that her ex fiancé’s name is not Emmett but” she looked towards me to which I raised an eyebrow.
“But Nicholas Greer”
She grinned at me and turned around walking out of my room.
I rolled my eyes and switched on the TV flipping through channels.
“Don’t worry mother she will still find it out. Soon” I spoke to myself and smirked.
11
Juliette
I walked back into my room after taking a shower. My body tensed seeing the boxes in my room. Sighing, I made my way towards the wardrobe with great difficulties because of the boxes and managed to pick out a floral print skirt which ended just below my knee and a black blouse.
Still, no briefs to wear.
I wore it and quickly tied my hair into a messy bun. Then I looked towards the boxes and pressed my mouth into a thin line thinking where to start from.
I thought to start from the smaller boxes. So, jumping on the boxes I reached the middle where I saw the smaller boxes. I took one of them and using the pen that I found inside the wardrobe I tore its tape and opened the box to find just what I was looking.
Briefs.
I took out a garment and checked its size.
It was mine size.
I smiled and took out a black lacey bra and underwear and ran into the bathroom to wear it.
Back in my room it took a hour to sort out all the smaller boxes. Some had make up things while some have jewelries. I took out a luggage bag and packed the necessities. Now it was time for the bigger boxes.
I took the pen and tore one of the box only to find clothes. There were different kinds of clothes. I took out two to three jump suits and some playsuits. I threw aside the miniskirts and the crop tops.
So finally I decided to take some Jumpsuits, playsuits, jeans, tops, gowns, shifter dress, and some shirts.
I packed it all and looked back to one more box left.
I tore open the box and found shoes.
I took out a slipper again perfectly fitting me. I wonder how he knew my size. Then I took out a black stiletto and vans. I packed it and found the bag fully packed. I closed it with utmost difficulty and sat on the bed feeling tired. Then I looked at the mess in my room.
So I got up and kept all the boxes outside of my room. I was now able to breathe properly. The boxes in my room left no space for me to breathe properly. After I was done, I kept the heavy bag at the side of the bed and made the bed properly, changed the bed-sheet, taking a clean one from the wardrobe.
After I was done, I flipped onto the bed on my stomach and felt little relaxed. I wasn’t feeling sleepy at all. I was just tired and hungry now.
He told me that he was going to take me to his family. I wonder what his family is like.
Sure I already have guessed it that he belongs to the mafia world so that means his family is also involved with him. In no w
ay a family will ever remain oblivious to the fact that one of their members is a cruel, ruthless mafia man who orders others using his gun point.
So I need to bear his mafia family too?
I am sure everyone in his family must be like him. Cold and cruel.
It’s funny how every word that starts from the letter C perfectly fits his personality. Of course his negative personalities.
The door of my room opened and I looked back over my shoulder to find Whitney holding a tray.
I instantly sat on my bed happily. She smiled at me and brought me my food. She placed it before me and bowed before walking out of the room. I munched on my food realizing how hungry I was. After I was done I took the plate and kept it on the tray and began to walk towards the door.
As I came out of my room, I found the boxes that I kept their previously disappeared. With a shrug, I headed towards the kitchen. I kept the dishes in the sink and turned around to leave but then stopped thinking I didn’t have any other work to do. So I turned around and began to wash all the dishes wanting to save myself from the boredom.
“What are you doing?” I heard Whitney and looked towards her to find her looking at me in shock.
“Uh washing the dishes” I stated the obvious.
“No No!” she exclaimed horrified as she ran to me.
“You are not supposed to that” she tried to take the plate away from my hand.
“But why? I am just washing the dishes. Whats the big deal in it?” I asked confused.
“The big deal is you are not the maid. She is” I looked towards the kitchen door to find Zachary standing and glaring at Whitney.
“What’s your problem?” I asked.
“I already told you that she must not be doing all this. Didn’t I?” he asked Whitney ignoring me.
“So what is she doing here?” he took menacing steps towards us and I looked at Whitney to find her standing with her head down and trembling.
What’s going on?
“Wait!” I jumped in and stood before Whitney.
“She didn’t even knew that I was in here washing all this and its not her fault. I did it because I wanted to because whenever I was free or bored I would always help my mom in my house chores” I said
“This is not your house that you will do whatever you want” he snapped making me flinch.
“This is my house and here whatever I say is final. You have to do what I say whether you like it or not”
“And we are leaving. Now” he said and left the room leaving both of us in the kitchen room.
“Nobody ever talked to me like that ever and I can never forget that this is not my house” I spoke to myself but was sure that Whitney heard me. I walked out of the kitchen and headed towards my room.
I got ready for the travelling. I didn’t even know where I was going. So I decided on wearing a black classic fit T-shirt and a black knee ripped skinny jeans with flat black boots. I wore a loose sweater and made my hair into a neat ponytail. I took a scarf and covered my head and took a sunglass with me. As I got ready, I kept on thinking where I was going. I was certainly sure that he must be living in a place were crime percentage must be higher than any other place. After all he belongs to the mafia and living in such a place like that isn’t something new.
There was a knock on the door and then the door opened to reveal Whitney. She came inside with a glass of juice.
“Oh Thank you Whitney I needed it” I told her and gladly accepted the glass from her and drank the juice.
“It looks like its our last meet Madam” she told me and I nodded sadly keeping the empty glass on the nightstand.
“Don’t worry I will try to meet you soon” I told her to which she gave me a small smile nodding in response.
“Thank you for saving me back there. I was thinking that I was going to loose this job. It would’ve been very difficult for me if I lost this job. This job allows me to pay my rent and bills” she looked sad while speaking. I held her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze assuring her that everything was okay now.
“Don’t worry Zachary won’t fire you” I told her and she nodded.
“Let’s go Madam. Sir has asked for you with your luggage and I am here to take you”.
I nodded biting on my lips.
“Don’t worry Madam I can see the tension between and him. But whatever it is I can assure you that he will take care of you” she told me and I scoffed inwards.
“He will take care of me. What a joke” I thought but nevertheless gave her a half smile.
I took my bag and followed Whitney out of the room but stopped and looked back at the room.
“I will never miss you” I spoke to myself recalling the time how I was brought here and was locked inside it. With that I turned around and walked following Whitney. We walked out of the house and I saw Zachary talking to some of his men outside of the house. As soon as he saw us he signaled someone far away for the car and continued talking to those men. As the Car pulled by before us I couldn’t but help myself from hugging Whitney for the last time. Well it was apparently my first and last time actually because God only knew if I was going to live or not to see the daylights when I reach his real house. They may kill me. Who knows?
“Take care” I whispered to which she responded softly “You too”.
I pulled away from her and smiled at her to which she returned with her own smile. I saw one of the man loading our luggage while Zachary didn’t even bother for me to sit inside. He went inside before me. I sighed and got inside the car sitting as far as possible from him. As the driver ignited the engine I rolled down the window and waved at Whitney. She waved smiling and soon I lost her sight.
I rolled up the window and sat back on my seat sighing. It’s funny what my life was playing with me. What I planned with my life, what I thought to do but it came out completely opposite to it in reality.
I looked outside of the window. The speed of the car blurring the scenery. I looked to my side to find him looking out of the window, seating casually as if nothing ever happened in his life. He was calm and he looked relaxed. I wonder what was going on inside his evil mind. Probably thinking ways to kill people or to destroy lives. How can a human be such demonic? Doesn’t he ever feel other people’s emotion?
“Useless” I muttered gritting my teeth and as he was about to turn towards me I turned towards the window avoiding his gaze.
Soon after an hour we reached the airport.
Cairo International Airport.
So we are in Cairo.
It’s a shame that I didn’t get any chance to jaunt around the capital of Egypt. The airport was the busiest place and I could see as people hurried in for their flights.
“Wear your glasses” I heard him and not wanting to create a scene I wore the black sunglasses and adjusted the scarf on my head.
We walked in while I tried to match his long strides, stumbling a few times and him glaring at me, I rolled my eyes not bothering about the consequences because I knew he couldn’t see my eyes through my glasses. A man behind us wheeled our luggage while another one looked here and there. Judging by their looks and body, I knew they were his bodyguards.