Frankly, Everything sucks!
Since my four months of working here, I can say I have stolen from at least ten people. I can't just stop, especially when I have to pay tasks, water bills, electricity bills, gas bills, house rent, and foooood!
Adulthood is a pure scam, you wake up one morning and discover that you are owing a freaking 10,000$!!!
Seating with a sad look on my face, I bit my lower lips, pretend to quiver them and it was working. The man suddenly have forgiven me and was begging my boss to let me retain my position but his Karen wife was something else.
At some point, I wanted to kill her. Maybe if I pull her hair so hard, she would know better than to call me an Italian bitch. I know my accent sound a bit funny but saying it to my face is something else. She even suggested that they are not the first person I must have stolen from to be so skillful and not get noticed.
'Well, I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you guys are not the first'
I wish I could tell them that that would not be the last either.
My boss's office wasn't like the best I have seen. Just cream wall paint, four chairs, a big table and lots of files on it. Two empty cups of coffee sat dusty right in front of where I sat, making me wonder how many decades it has been there.
The most annoying part was when this Karen wife decided to come close to me to slap me. That was humiliating but I did steal from her since I would eventually get fired. I want to slap her back and pull her hair off her big head!
Poor Karen! Who had 20$ in her bag and yet kept screaming like she was the psycho daughter of the president. Before I use to believe that all Karens are mainly blondes.
Walking out of the coffee shop with a fake look of sadness, I screamed. Believe me, when I say I look like a mad woman, I opened my mouth, bent my head back, and screamed again in audible.
"I can't believe I stole it".
Trying to make myself look as if I want to cry, I held my chest and forehead. No matter how I tried, the more I failed so I just gave up trying. After all, I already lost the job I worked for only four months because of a goddam ring.
Damn!
I don't know if I should feel ashamed that I got caught by the CCTV camera or worry about my class in college tomorrow. Yes, I successfully got into the De paul university to study criminology. How funny that I will eventually get to catch people like me at a job in the next few years. I can say it won't be anything like a job, it would be more like a game because I won't have to stress myself to get them.
Seriously, I am beginning to think I have made a mistake by running off Italy. I have been here for only seven months and I am getting fed up already. Everyone hates me, I think even the lecturers because that alone can explain why they are all failing me for no reason.
Ps: Remember to go into a foreign country with a pot of money.
I have never see a car so simple and yet scary; the black Limousine in front of me is an example. Or the men standing around the car with their faces like funerals attendances in plain black suits. I can't tell if they were selected for this because they are all huge, and have visible tattoos on their palm, neck, or face.Just four of them and I am beginning to feel like they are too much.
One has his hand inside his front suit jacket as of holding his chest, another has his hands inside his trouser front pockets like some kind of style, and another...
The back door of the car suddenly revealed a leg of a shiny back shoe. In anticipation, I bit my lower lip as I stood still. Seriously, I am beginning to get offended at the person for taking so much time in bringing out his second legs as if trying to let everyone get their eye full of his shiny black shoes.
'Just get out already' I scoffed as I took a few steps away 'It won't be a surprise if you look like a chicken!'.
Deciding to mind my business, I turned and began to walk away; Almost about to take a sharp corner, I collided with someone who immediately began to rub his hands over my body. He looks interesting so I did let him, after all, I found somethings in his pocket that might be good.
As he pretends to be sorry for stealing my 20$ I smiled at his stupidity for losing a lot of money to me. I can tell, even as all I did was stare and smile at him as he left.
Checking if the money was real, I smiled from ear to ear. With my head low as if my head could no longer carry it, I let out a muffled scream. I wanted to shout for joy but seeing my environment isn't the best place to do that, swallowed the joy with a red face.
'He can hit me anytime' I muttered. Maybe that was the reason I should have waited. It could be I would have gotten more or would not have lost my 20$ but it's fine; i have 500$ now.What I still want to see is the face of the sluggish man that was nowhere to be found.
His gain, my lost. But checking at the right sense, none of them were my lost; not even the 20$. Frankly, I meant it when I said it, surely, if I had met him, I would have stolen from him and probably put myself in trouble.The Limo is still there just that the men are reduced to two, and I see no point in wanting to see him again.
He looks fine, he looks like a whole meal but I think I have something now. So, I looked down at the notes, recounted the 500$ with a calm smile, and placed it into my pocket.Like the happiest person on earth, I turned back only to collide with another person.
"Shit!"This Douchebag better not be a thief! Please not twice!! I can't lose this money!!!
Quickly, I brought out the money from my pocket and held it firm even when I am falling.
Wait.
Oh, I wasn't falling, I thought I would fall if not for the strong arms around my waist and my upper body. I looked up to see a mean-looking fellow glaring down at me for a blissful second. The man's empty blue eyes stared intensively into mine for a few seconds making me scream in terror.
Sadly, only a muffled scream escaped my throat as I felt consumed.Oh no!
Quickly, I got off his grip only to hit my back against another person. I looked up to see one of those funeral attendance men and good thing, I couldn't look at his evil eyes because the black glass he wore even look evil.The next thing I did was check my palm for my 500$ and when I found it, I hugged it with a smile on my face.
"Move her" I heard someone said.
Before I know what was happening, I felt carried. I was about to scream when he dropped me, I mean the man with the black glass. But you trust me, I did search him for something, and what I felt made me freeze to death.
I felt a freaking gun!
Or maybe not. Maybe it wasn't real, maybe it was something else I mistook to be a gun or maybe a toy gun to scare someone. Now the question would be who? Why? And what have I gotten myself into?
"Hello, sir" I waved at the sluggish man "I will be on my way" Pathetic. As if he didn't know I was leaving or as if I wasn't supposed to leave. I gave him the last cracked smile I had shortly before turning and running off. I did not bother to look back until I am home and made sure to lock the door.I trembled in loneliness as I bath. No roommate, no family, no boyfriend, nobody to talk to at all.
I miss my parents. Hopefully, I pray they are resting wherever they are.
Memories of the day they left flashed back; the gifts they gave me. It funny enough how many people feel it’s something they can have too.
I lay down on my twin-size bed and began to eat a leftover candy I had left there three days ago. I ignored the unpleasant taste and began to check my stealings for the day.
500$ and a diamond ring seems to be the best so far.
Don't call me a careless thief when I say I stole a diamond ring from the sluggish man. It looked so expensive and I know one thing for sure.
Mere looking at it, I know my struggle had been settled and all that’s left for me is to know when and whom to sell it to. To be sure, I brought my phone and search for any ring that would match the description but none…..wait a minute, there is one but it’s sold out.
Oh, snap! I don’t want to talk about the amount!
"I am RICH!!!!"
A week had passed and here I was, carrying my valuables which were my laptop and phone. Not as if I don't need clothes for anything, but with the money I would make from selling this ring, I was certain to relocate to Uk and do absolutely well. I will keep a low-key profile till I know about my environment before probably getting myself a car. Don't worry about college, I can decide to work on that or drop out. Checking the prices of that ring, I saw everything above 400 thousand dollars. That's a freaking huge amount of money! And even if I get 300 thousand dollars I will be fine. Very fine and I can be able to go back to Italy and buy my late parents’ house back. I will renovate it, make it bigger the way I want, and pay back those people I scammed. That means no more stealing for me even if I literally stole yesterday. That means more hope, I can go back to Italy and when I get disturbed, I can settle them off or even raise a case against them because I have the mo
Moving away from the tattooed face man, I grinned again. This time not nervous, but scared for my life. My eye kept looking around for anything that would help me; anything at all including me staring at where the sun doesn’t shine, you won’t blame me, I just want to escape even if I spend some time imagining how big and long it would be. When I felt he was no longer looking at my face, I inhaled deeply and dashed toward the door. Before I could get to the door, I felt his tight grip on my hair, yanking it back with so much strength that I felt it would uproot. I wanted to fight him off, to just scream and escape but nothing happened. I was paralyzed with fear that I felt myself become so light. More fear engulfs me when I felt the man’s warm palm holding my jaw tight for a few seconds before letting me go."Where is it?" His cold voice asked, "Where is the ring you piccolo ladro!" {Tiny thief}What! Did he just call me a tiny thief in Italian? I can't remember stealing from him,
The car stopped in an alley and as if we were waiting for someone, we all waited in silence.The driver soon began to talk casually to the sluggish man beside me. As they talked, I learned the driver's name or nickname was Dee. The man beside him was mainly addressed without a name making me wonder if he was nameless. Moreover, they were speaking Italian, making me a bit calm as if I was home. They were ranting in Italian about some random dude named Dickens making me a bit calm until they said something about his five years old child. "È stato divertente vedere il bambino morire dissanguato" The sluggish man seating close to me chuckled dryly. [It was fun to see the baby bleed to death] No way! They didn't just mean watching a five-year-old girl bleed to death in front of her father for fun! That was messed up! Even if the person did something bad, I do not support something like that. Even as I listened to them fall more, I could not help but glare at them and still remain
Driving into a mansion, I took my time to be aware of my surroundings. After Luciano and Dee had finished up with the dead body of the man they killed, they threw me back into the car and drove off. Getting to a desolate area, I thought we were going into another dimension as all I could see were trees, trees, and lots of trees. It was as if we were going into the middle of nowhere when the car suddenly stopped in front of a tent and went off. The men came down the car, totally forgetting about me until they got to the front of the tent and spoke with the person. I was expecting to see someone as evil as the new bass voice sounded only for me to see a handsome man dressed in a pink gown, black trousers, and a pink tiara. His hair seems high in a messy ponytail and he was holding his phone up to his face as if he was or is on a video call. “Don’t tell me it brings your kids to work day again, Luca” Sure that voice belongs to Dee, Luciano would have just
Those assholes still covered my mouth with that duct tape. That is so un-human. I didn't feel anything when I was been thrown into a cell-like room. It was dark, just sounds of dropping water or liquid, and a foul smell. I should be worried about everything but when I remember what I pass through in Italy; in my parent's basement, I shivered. No roaches, no rats, no mosquitoes here. I just lay on the cold floor, thinking about school. I can't get a carryover, but I need rest. Soon, I draft off, sleeping like a newborn. When I say a newborn, I meant I would wake up every twenty minutes to look around and cry for no reason. Then, I would remind myself of how I got myself into this mess and that I have made a deal already so killing me won't be necessary. That also doesn't mean I should sleep and have that evil-looking man point a gun at me. "Stop begging, we won't kill you now" Opening my eyes, I realized I have begged him not to kill me
A whole day! Days? I just don't know. I knelt down for a whole day without food or water. No light, no air, nothing at all. My arms were still chained and I feared that Luciano and his brother might have forgotten about me. It won't be nice to starve here to death still chained. I didn't bother to open my eyes, I just knelt still. What's the point? No light, no air, no water. If I try to shake, I am sure it would not happen; even if it happened, the glass in front of me would mess up my skin. I lost count of the hours already that I felt I have been here for months. What if I just give up? What if I just forget about everything and... I could not tell if it was my imagination but I heard the door unlock. The door soon open and I heard someone walk in. The figure seems huge as the person made pop sound with his shoe. No one needs to tell me, I can already perceive Luciano's perfume. "Let's see what we have here" I didn't say
LUCIANO'S POV Just three days! Three days and I have never had my peace with my twin brother always talking about how useful he thinks Amara is. He would give me lots of reasons why I shouldn't sell her off or just kill her. Dee has been a little obsessed with this thief, that's not a nice surprise. Since Jordan; his male lover's disappearance, there hasn't been anything like this for four years. Frankly, I feel like I should remind him that he is gay. I have never seen him so interested in a woman before. What's most shocking about this girl is her look and the way she has him wrapped around her tiny fingers. For some reason, that hurt me. "Lu Lu" While eating, I occasionally looked up at my plate to him Dee staring at me. I can't tell if it's because he called me using the name I hate the most because of what I am thinking about. "Luciano I was thinking about.." "The girl in the cell?" I asked. Dee shrugged. Dropping his cutleries, he mo
It wasn't too late.I was sure I left her some minutes ago and now she is cold. As I watched Dee bring Amara out of the ceil, she has passed out already. Her feet and palms looked a bit Purple and she looked really pale. Shit! I shouldn't have done it. I know she isn't sent, she is just a random caress thief. Amara didn't know anything about Alita and I should t have punished her for the woman I used to love. Watching Dee walk out of the room after placing her on the bed, I knew I should have given her this room before. There are plenty of rooms in this mansion and I was so stupid checking why she looks so much like Alita isn't of being human for once. 'Damn it!' There was no point in touching her to check if she is still alive, her breast was raised and fell and I can tell that she is alive. Just that it was faint, her lips seem almost white as her eyelid moved a bit. With the way I am seeing her, she isn't going to wake up anytime soon but she