THREE
IRENE
Fucking hell… why does my head hurt this much, I groaned
Yes, I remember…I was out drinking yesterday with the girls and that had definitely been a bad idea, I thought with my eyes still closed.
I wondered what the time was as I rolled over to grab the tiny clock I always kept on the shelf beside the bed but it wasn’t there, I felt around some more and I could not even feel the shelf.
I groaned again, prying my eyes open little by little because it felt like my head would definitely split open if I opened them too fast.
When did my ceiling get this detailed, I thought again as my eyes finally opened to the point where I could see a bit.
The hangover was really killing me because the ceiling looked so far away and for some reason I could not see the fan that was usually directly over my bed and then just like a flip was switched in my head and it suddenly dawned on me that I wasn’t looking at my ceiling
I was fully alert now as I sprung up and sat upright on the bed, my heavy head turning around.
Where the fuck was I? How did I get here?
My head whirled with so many unanswered questions as I looked round the beautiful room.
I was in with the large king sized bed but that was about as grandiose as the room got. It had a minimal look to it with the walls painted black and then lined white horizontal lines in the middle. There was a small black couch close to the large glass wall that served as the window to let light into the room and a beautiful white rug that spanned two thirds of the center of the room.
I took in everything in an instant with further confusion etched on my face.
How did I end up here? I thought, frantically trying to remember what had happened the previous night.
I scrambled out of the bed and walked around searching for my phone and the rest of my things; I was even in different clothes
What the hell happened last night?
I needed to call somebody to find out because at this point I was pretty sure this was none of my girl’s houses, at least I knew that none of them had a house this nice. I finally found my bag on the small corner table at the other side of the room, sighing in relief as I picked it up and emptied its contents all over the ground trying to locate my phone. It wasn’t in the bag and I was about to start panicking when the door to the room which was on the left side of the bed slowly opened and in walked this tall guy wearing a long black kimono and a matching pair of comfortable pants holding a glass of something.
He stood at the door, stared in my direction for a few seconds like he had no idea what I was doing in what I already assumed was his house and room before he closed the door behind him
“I can see you are awake now; you should take this” He said in one of the deepest voices I had ever heard as he stretched his hand and handed the glass to me.
“What is it?” I squeaked, collecting the glass from him.
I was staring and could you blame me; he was the most handsome man I had ever seen with those beautiful eyes looking down at me.
“It is for the headache that I am sure you are having, you should not be drinking so much when you cannot handle it; at some point in the night I thought you were dead”
He was really close and hovering over me and I caught the slightest heady whiff of his aftershave as he continued speaking in that calm, deep voice. I had zoned out as my eyes raked his muscular chest and the ripping abs that I could see through the unbuttoned kimono.
I looked up at his face, his really pretty mouth still moving.
“Gorgeous” I blurted blushing to the roots of my hair as he stopped talking and merely pinned me with jet black eyes that seemed to pierce a hole in my soul.
He had long flowing hair which was like a black mane of a horse with a mixture of grey here and there which led me to wondering how old he was.
There was just something about his face and presence that was both terrified me and at the same time made me feel…safe.
He must have noticed I was no longer listening to him because he grabbed my hand that held the glass and guided it to my mouth; his tongue sending chills cascading down my spine and the butterflies fluttering in my belly in full panic mode.
“You should not stare, you know…drink instead” he murmured
I took a large gulp and it did not taste as bad as I thought it would.
He waited until the glass left my lips before he let go of my hand and began walking out of the room.
“Wait!” I yelled, stopping him in his tracks
“Who are you and how did I end up here?” I asked, finally getting my bearings right.
“The best fun happens in a night, do you not remember?” He asked as he reached the door.
He turned around and pointed to the wardrobe in the room.
“Make sure you finish that glass, your clothes are in there. Get dressed and come downstairs.” He commanded and with walked out of the room leaving me to stare after him
I had not even noticed I had been in my briefs the whole time as I scampered to the closet to put on the gown I had worn the previous night and packed the things I had scattered on the floor back into the bag.
I finally got downstairs to see him in the kitchen area; the house looked extremely big for one person but it appeared that he stayed alone.
I saw my phone connected to a power socket and I went straight for it wanting to know what time it was
“Fuck” I muttered.
The time was 8:14 am on a Monday; I was definitely not going to make it early to work today except I could miraculously roll back time.
“Your ride is outside” he said, walking over to me and handing me what looked like a lunch bag and a small water bottle that had coffee in it.
He then grabbed me by the waist and began walking; he was not pushing me but I simply followed like I was under a spell to the car that waited outside the house. He opened the door, waiting patiently as and I got in and without saying a word he closed the doors and the car zoomed off.
I turned around and watched him disappear into the house, grinning like a fool.
I tapped the driver
“Where are we headed?” I asked him
“The address on the map says 15 pepple street” he responded
It dawned on me that I had woken up in a stranger’s bed and he knew where I lived
FOURTHIRD PERSON’S POVThe female officer standing in the front of the building saluted as detective Green, coffee in hand approached the yellow taped area.“Good morning officer” Detective Green said“Beautiful morning to you too, detective; I hope you had a good night’s rest?”“I was just about to get started on the sleeping thing when I got the call; so what do we have?”“I haven’t seen a crime scene this gruesome in a long time sir and I do not have words to quite describe it…you will have to see it yourself” the officer said as she lifted the tape for Green to proceed into the building.“What do you think happened here?” He asked as they entered into the elevator“Probably a gang war or something you know how it goes with these guys they are always killing each other for one reason or the other.”“Who is on the scene?”“The question should be who isn’t” she replied as the elevator doors opened to a crowded hallway filled with different uniformed personnel moving around taking pi
FIVETHIRD PERSON’S POVAlejandro’s car had just pulled up to the cabin in the middle of nowhere; he had not stopped driving since he got into the car because for some reason, he thought better on the road and this was definitely the time for thinking.He had come up with the semblance of a sane plan although he did not quite have all the details yet but he knew he needed the one man he could trust the most by his side again.He stepped out of his black Rover and walked towards the cabin looking around carefully as he did; memories of what had happened there flooding inThis is not the time, he thoughtClearing his head strengthening his resolve, Alejandro got to the door and knocked a couple of times without getting any response; he knew he was inside the house and he was definitely getting ignored.Finally he heard someone walking towards the door and then a voice he had missed came through“You really should not be her, man; what do you want from me?”“We need to talk, right now!”
After a short period of silence Mateo spoke three words that left his brother in shock“I don’t care.”“You don’t what?”“Yes Alejandro, I do not care that Diego is coming back.” He said it so calmly this time as Alejandro watched the hate he had just seen in his eyes a couple of seconds ago completely vanish. “I have nothing to do with him and as long as he does not bother me on my island of solitude I am fine, I do not want to get dragged in again.”It had just dawned on Alejandro that he had been totally wrong on the prediction of his brothers reaction to the news, he had expected him to be more angry maybe throw some furniture or at least put up a significant fight in the matter but he sat right there in front of him as calm as a body of water that had not just been troubled.Mateo’s calmness made Alejandro extremely uncomfortable“So in essence what you are telling me is you will not be taking my side in this fight against our brother.”As Alejandro kept on talking about how the
IRENE“I do not want his attention it feels like he is all over me some times it is exhausting.”I said into the phone as I came out of my building and got into the Taxi that would take me to the office, I had been on the call with Carla, my roommate for over 2 hours now. She had gone on a little vacation with her man for the past week and had left me with nobody to talk to so these morning sessions of exchanging gossip and new information was everything to me.“He is just trying to be supportive, I get that you are new to that so you do not really understand how to react to being loved.” She replied me but I could see her laughing through my minds eye.“Fuck you.” I said laughing out loud. “Danny is not it, he is too sweet it is getting really annoying.”“What do women want?” I heard Roddy; Carla’s boyfriend say, I hadn’t realized he was actually listening to our conversation.“Hi Roderick” I replied in the most sarcastic voice I could musterI wasn’t really a fan of Rody when we fir
IRENE There he was standing in front of me, it had almost been two weeks but his face was tattooed in my mind's eye, his perfectly sculpted face and dark eyes that gazed deep into your soul as if looking to drag out every inner secret you have ever had. The black shirt and trouser he had on complemented his chiseled body beautifully and I kept looking at his chest through the space left by the two unbuttoned buttons For a second I was frozen as I kept looking at his face in shock, so many questions kept racing in my mind. Who was he? Why was he here? Why was I here? I couldn’t think of an actual answer to all these questions so I just stood there staring as all the naughty thoughts I had been having with this guy in my mind for the past days came flooding in. I was helpless. “Earth to Irene, why are you just standing there?” I heard Tony say as I snapped back to reality finally averting my gaz
DIEGOAs the elevator doors closed I could feel a little smile forming on my face, it had been so long since I had seen her face at least physically. I had just been watching through screens and pictures that my guys delivered to me.There was this feeling in my belly when we stood barely centimeters away from each other it felt like I should reach out and grab her right there and then, I hadn’t felt that way in a while, it was the same thing at the house the other day. When I got to the ground floor of the building I saw the receptionist shoot me a smile and adjust her hair, she had done the same thing when I entered some minutes ago. It’s something I knew I could act on and in a few days she’d be waking up in bed with me but now was not the time for that, I had to be focusing all my efforts on getting back home and to be quite honest since I met Irene again physically I hadn’t been in the mood to be with someone else.I had
DIEGOI couldn’t shake off the ringing sensation in my ear no matter how much I tried. My head felt like it was about to split through the middle as it rested on the roof of the car. It took a few seconds for my brain to fully process what had happened and accept the fact that we were upside down in the car. We had been run over and I could hear the faint voices of the men talking outside as they seemed to walk towards us. I looked to my front to check on Pietro my driver and it was obvious just by looking that he was in worse shape than I was. “Pietro wake the fuck up.” I shouted while unhooking the seat belt I had on, I was fond of wearing the belt no matter where I sat this might have just been what had saved me from certain death. The belt hook finally came down and I dropped to the roof of the car which was now on the ground, I reached out to where Pietro was and finally realized why he wasn’t answering m
DIEGOMy mind wasn’t fully sure about what had just happened as I struggled to keep my head as low as possible in the backseat with the glass shards that were raining all around me as the bullets went through the back glass. Finally we turned a corner and the bullets stopped flying past us. I looked at my fingers which were still tightly wrapped round the gun and it was visibly shaken, it was a surprise I hadn’t dropped it as I jumped into the car. Just like a switch my mind alerted me that I was in a car, an unknown car, who could have possibly risked their lives to save mine in such a moment as that.“Are you okay back there?” I heard a male voice come from the driver's seat. “I hope there’s nothing hurt. None of those bullets went through you right?” I aimed the gun directly at the seat in front of me as I got up to a sitting position so I could see who was talking to me. The face I saw through the windscree