Chapter 9 Angie/jack
ANGIE
The fetus was the hostage at hand. It will die if I don’t lure him to them. Right before I leave Las Vegas for New York, the fetus was given to a pediatrician, who places the fetus in an incubator. If I fail, the baby life will be ceased not peacefully but will be fed to the dogs of don Damien. This is not news, the wards of his enemies are always fed to his dog while we watched with our heavy heart.
Every time we watched that, each one of us will sleep on our painful bunker and cursed. I know, don Damien intentionally did that to instill fears into my systems, so I won’t commit the same mistake.
“Jack Royce,” The name that keeps ringing in my heart. The name which always gladden my heart whenever I heard it. I slide the drawer besides my bed opened. My gaze fell on his picture, the same picture Damien had slide over the table for me to see. His cute lips, makes my underneath to vibrate without vibrator. I can’t believe I swallowed his lips, his taste is strawberry flavor, I don’t mind kissing him over.
Suddenly, I become tasty for strawberry juice. I hauled towards my refrigerator which was at the entrance of my kitchen. I yanked the door opened, and brings out the juices. I was so thirsty for it but nothing more I could do as I gulped it down, draining the whole contents.
I prepared to have my seats, but his scents keep hitting me. His fragrance, his tastes. His taste when I kiss him. I’ll surely forget about him now, “remember Angie, this man is just a prey. Don’t fall in love, do not feel anything for him.” My subconscious advised. I obliged, collapsing on my bed, stating at the ceiling, trying to forget about him. Hell no! His name keeps ringing in my ears, his images popping in front of my eyes.
Annoyingly, I stood from my bed and walked over to my mirror stand, I grabbed my headphones, put on “pills and portions by Nicki Minaj.” Instead of pills and portions to be resonating my ears, it was rather jack Royce, the man after my heart while me after his life.
I’ve to satisfy my desires or else I’ll fall sick. He said to seduce him by stripping, right? I’ll try my best and ensure he kisses me tonight.
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Jack Royce
I know for one thing, the only way I’m going to know if she was the bait that was sent to lure me out. An innocent soul will be waste again, only God knows under the conditions, he had sent her to me. I had turned her on to the point that she will go to anything to have me in between her thighs, then I stopped. If she wants me so badly, she should try to seduce me.
I had to try out the VIP lounge of the clubhouse. I bet she wouldn’t be able to beat any of those strippers. Those strippers on the house are talented in that areas. I owned the club, but having someone to run it behind me.
Reports are usually sent to my Gmail. My identity will only be a gym instructor, nothing more. His spy will keep searching for means of my live hood but will never see, they would want to know the love of my life, but she’s taken, they will only see me to be the gay and abnormal man, drinking to stupor at a club or bar after some hectic days at the gym center.
“Oh Emilia…” I groaned out in pains, my heart weeping at the way she was shot dead. They never allowed me to bury her, they took her corpse from me. One of the weird things which makes me to retire from me my mafia position. What’s the use of being a mafia lord yet, I could not save my wife, I was unable to retrieve her corpse from my enemies. Some said, her stomach was ripped apart and her fetus which was my first fruit fed to Damien dog.
Damien is the only one who wants me out of business because I was more successful than he does. So, he used Rico against me. Last time I checked, Rico is hanging out with an Italian girl, and I’m waiting for the day she’ll be pregnant, that’s will be the best way to express my grievance to Rico, and he would in turn relay it to Damien.
What if she comes tonight and tried to seduce me? This questions rings in my heart since last night. I love her, I love her scents, she scents exactly like wife. “Slut, where are you?” I sing solemnly, writhing out my pains as I tightly wrapped my fingers around the table knife within my grasp.
One thing is certain with this knife, I’m going to cut my wrists and bleed for four hours, if I come out alive. I’m the chosen Messiah to finished Damien, but if I died, then I’ve been worthless ever since from birth. I’m of no difference between a cur and a dirty pig. “Hump…” The grunting sounds emanates from my lips and like a rainfall, my blood sprinkle on the linoleum. I rolled my eyes, tears dropping from them. I whirled around and within a blink, I threw myself up and fall on the hard floor.
I can’t say if I should survive from my cut wrists whether I will also survive from my head cuts. I guess the cut is deep, blood oozing from my head flows to the tips of my lips. With my eyes crossed, I saw my blood, it was different from other colors.
Blood were always red, but mine was greenish. Suddenly, the blood starts forming together to form an image. The same scary image which have been torturing me for the past 17 years.
Even if I was a mafia Lord, I was still a human with blood running through my veins. The image wasn’t blurry anymore, with each step the image take, the clearer it seems to be. “Kill me if you’re going to…” These were the words my mind was going to say alongside my thudding heart.