Nikolai POV.
I have a killing headache, now I remember why I hate meeting with Jason, although we did come up with a great agreement, I’ll get the shipment inside the country, but he’ll do the distribution, most of it. We don’t sell drugs to the poor, we don’t sell drugs to the one whose life is miserable, we sell them to the rich, if they want to fuck up their lives, they could do it, god knows they could afford having their life all messed up.
I couldn’t wake up easily, Jason loves his liquor, he can’t hold it well but he loves it, after we agreed on our new work dynamic, Jason spent the night drinking, he tried to dance with some of my girls, but I knew that the girls hate being touched, I don’t allow him to get too close in their personal space, to make them feel unsafe, my work place is a safe place for my workers, every one of them have their own story, one of them is a single mom, the other has a student loan that she needs to pay up, that’s why they ended up working for me.
My headache had nothing to do with the drinks, I just drank to have something to help with Jason presence, but now my head is killing me, the man talks too much, he told me in detail about his last sexual relation, it wasn’t even that good of a story. I need some Tylenol, coffee and some peace and quiet, I moved toward the bathroom, turning the shower on the cold side, I need the cold shower now I walked in closing my eyes, my whole body sprinted to life when the cold water hit my warm body, the perfect wake up call.
After I finished with the bathroom, I let my hair air dry, brushing it to the back to have it at least presentable, I got dressed as I usually do, before moving down for coffee, it was still early I could see the pot of coffee almost filled up to the brim, but cold coffee wasn’t what I’m craving right now, what I was craving was some coffee mixed with a bit of milk and slash of sugar, I wanted the little flower coffee.
Ignoring the coffee at home, I left and moved toward my car, deciding to have my coffee, my special coffee, I drove down the road, the cafe wasn’t that far away, and it didn’t take me that long to make it, not with my driving, I parked my car a genuine smile on my face until I got to the cafe door. I walked in looking for a special girl with brown hair and a beautiful smile, but she was nowhere to be seen.
I sat on a table and waited from someone to come and serve me, it was the cafe owner, he wasn’t very happy either, even he had a frown on his face.
“What can I get you sir?” he asks sounding annoyed with having to serve me to begin with.
“A cafe late” I answer him, he just nods and leaves before I have a chance to ask him about the girl. I waited for him to come back with my coffee, setting the cup in front of me, it’s different than the one she got me last time before he could run away, I took my chance asking him about her.
“There’s a girl who’s here usually,” I say, that’s the only part I have to ask him before he starts ranting.
“That good-for-nothing boy didn’t show up at work today, and the girl is all busy with her girlfriend. Girls loving each other that’s the last thing you want to see! It’s a sick world we’re living I these days, there’s no respect for elders…” he keeps talking, speaking about being a homophobic jerk.
I took a sip of my coffee but it didn’t taste the same, it wasn’t even good to begin with, I placed the cup on the table, placed some money on the table and left the cafe angry, my mood is as sour as always, and they doubt if I have a soul. I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness.
I went back toward my car before driving off toward my office, deciding that I should start with work, get my dark black coffee, a coffee that matches my soul, that’s the better option for someone like me. I got busy with my paperwork, you’d be confused with how much paper work I have to do, every dollar in my bank has to be explained, to keep everything legal, hiding all my illegal work, to keep everything clean, the police would love to have some dirt on me, but I’m cautious with what I do, I would no end up in jail, not now or ever.
The day was slow, it’s always slow when you just want it to pass, you heard the proverb a watched pot never boils, it same thing with me, a day would never pass, maybe I should do what Helena suggested and see a therapist again, only this time see one that could give me few pills, but after second thoughts, pills would kill my concentration. The day took forever but it passed finally, I went home with a frown on my face, I was pissed off, and in a very terrible mood but that would pass in a few days.
Back at home, I sat down to dinner with all my family, Angelo, Helena, Marco, and other some of the new recruits, mostly Trevor who might have a crush on Marco, but we don’t talk about that.
I ate my food quickly before moving toward my room, deciding to sleep, just a drink before bed, something to help me fall asleep, it was perfect, we didn’t have anything to do tonight, everything was under control, and the next shipment won’t be in until next week.
The next few days were similar to my last few ones, I woke up had my coffee, went to work, did my job, and tried not to bite someone’s head off, that was the most difficult part of my days.
I heard my phone ring, I didn’t want to answer, I didn’t feel like meeting with anyone, not anyone like Jason and his talkative self, but sadly work can’t be pushed back until my depression episode has passed, I answered my phone.
“Yes?” I reply in a cold voice not even bothering to see who it is calling me.
“I got information for you” she replies, Devil says through the phone.
“Talk” I ordered her, she found out something about the purebloods, I need to know what that is, she couldn’t let out the words fast enough.
“Not on the phone” she says making me groan with anger, she was quick to add more information.
“Meet me tonight, I’ll send details” she says, ending the call, checking the details she sent, it’s a date, she wants to meet up for dinner, she even left the note that she’s buying.
I stayed in my office until it was time to meet up with Devil this won’t end in meaningless sex again, I told myself, I’m not against sex, she’s really good at it, but I don’t tend to sleep with associates often.
The drive to the restaurant wasn’t that long, Devil chose a high-end restaurant of course, it was reserved under an alias name this time instead of mine, I could walk in into a total trap, and say I was meant to meet with a devil, not the Devil. Always think ahead, keep a safety net there for you, and don’t trust anyone, that’s how we work, walking inside the restaurant, Devil was sitting waiting for me. She was wearing a navy blue dress, her signature heels, her hair styled as always, her make-up perfect, she’s a beautiful thing for sure.