Amory's POV
The room in my apartment is messy, dirty clothes, half eaten junks, tissue papers, half drawn sketches... Everywhere was as chaotic as my mind at the moment, it's not like this room was always arranged. It's just in the worst state. At least for me to notice how scattered it is, it certainly has gone out of hand.
I was thinking... No, I was overthinking, freaking out while sitting and stuffing myself with a junk I picked up, my mind was all over the place, which is not an intentional act or something that started suddenly, it started rather slowly, gradually and subtly till I got to the state I find myself in currently.
And in the forefront of the chaos happening in my mind is Kale, unconventional wrecking havoc without breaking a sweat.
I hated the situation, I hated my situation, I hated how quickly things were slipping out of my control, how vulnerable I'm beginning to feel and appear, all these need to be brought down and subjected to my control.
Why am I thinking of Kale more times than I think of myself or anyone else? Why do random thoughts of kale distract me and even dares to make me smile out of happiness or excitement, why do my eyes involuntarily search out for him among the crowds?? Why??.
Why do I feel the need to make him feel better or adjust myself to suit him, since when do I look forward to seeing him, since when did I begin to feel the need to feel his cold hands to calm me down,
When did I grow this attachment??
More questions continued to flood my mind only working to make me anxious and mixed with a feeling of anger.
It was meant to be just a fling, toil with his emotions and ditch him, play around with a new toy in town and discard when it becomes too familiar, nothing in the manuscript said make him your favourite toy, or become inseparable from him or think about what suits him, so why?? What happened along the way, how did I deviate?
One job Amory, it was just one freaking job and you failed, who said you could get distracted or side tracked, there's no room for your eqmotions or what you think, it's out of the picture.
You can still redeem yourself if you want, you can right your horrible wrongs and retrace your steps, you have made too many mistakes to lose focus or even consider your emotions right now.
What you should be focusing on is redeeming yourself by doing exactly what I say!!
I stood up abruptly at the memory. It's not too late, I can still redeem myself, as much as I hate that sick voice in my head it's still my truth and it's not like it's going to leave unless I listen to it.
And that is what I'm going to do, listen to it, it's no more about what I want or what Velda, what's from me, it's something I'm meant to do... My soul demands it.
I'll go on a mission, I can't believe I have stayed away from it for this long and was sidetracked by flimsy emotions instituted by Kale.
First I'll go on a mission and ruin someone's life, then I come back and deal with Kale, cut off from him.
Dropping the deal entirely, since it's causing the reverse to be the case instead of my original well thought plan, so I'm going to terminate it entirely.
But before then, I need to be somewhere right now, before I go mad, I look down at my hands that are shaking and clenched it.. I need this, I know I do.
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I looked at my the briefcase in my hand and breathed in, closing my eyes as my mom's voice resounded in my head.
"What you're required to do is quite simple, take the documents to him in his den and make him sign it, I need that estate of his.
That shouldn't be a problem on his own part, I doubt he will decline, he's too chicken to do so, I just need you to use the opportunity to hack into the system of his death den and download it and step out before he notices anything."
"Remember everything is to be done of possible violence free, discreetly and without much attention to yourself unless you want a pack of wolves after your ass."
I clenched the briefcase in my hand and opened my eyes before I mounted the motorcycle and fixed my helmet. It's almost midnight and I need to get to that ditch before then.
The adrenaline coursing through my veins was like a drug as I increased the speed, racing through the almost empty street and closed shop, dark alleys and uncompleted buildings confirmed I was on the right track.
Velda wants a violence free mission, well that definitely isn't for me, the only reason I'm going on the mission itself will not be taken away from me, I don't know who it's going to be tonight but with the kind of adrenaline coursing through me right now can't be quenched unless my hands gets bloody tonight and not exactly my blood.
I came to stop in front of a bar, this is the place.
It's not exactly this old cricket bar, it's something grander than this, this old bar was just a front. I walked in and headed towards the VIP area and two hefty men blocked me, looking as stern as they could muster. I sighed and walked closer to both of them and fixed them with a stare making sure they felt the heat of it.
" Don't you know who I am ??" I asked, they don't, which puts them at a very big disadvantage. Not knowing is not always good, because you don't know if it's someone you don't want to mess with or just someone intimidating. In any case it's dangerous to act rash.
One of them cleared his throat and said
" We're not going to let you in unless you show us your VIP card, it's ugh.. just a tradition here "
" Are you sure you're not going to regret it??" a slight amusement in my voice as I watched the two men squirm on their feet, letting the wrong person in can make them lose their job and their head as well but questioning the wrong person is even a worse fate.
"Okay, can you at least tell us your name so we... " I cut him off and raised a golden card to their face, they immediately sighed and apologized with their head bowed and quickly allowed me entrance.
I chuckled as I walked past them into a darker room, they didn't even scan the card out of fear, and that was the plan all along because I wasn't an invited guest here, the card I was in fact holding was fake, so I needed to get them worked up before showing the fake card and skip the part where I will be found out and then I have to fight and knock out people creating a mess I'm not in the mood to deal with.
I opened a door that led to an underground club house which was quiet except for the blaring music that seemed to be entertaining no one, the club not filled with people as usual, but everything here seemed as if it had not changed at all.
Ever since Velda brought me here when I was younger, probably Ten, nothing seems to have changed much and I seem to have remembered every detail of this sick and disgusting place.
I walked down the stairs to find some drunk men snoring and wasting away on the couch with bottles and glasses of half drunk alcohol, I walked past the mess and went into the inner room and I started to hear voices,
" You stupid bitch!!* And a slap resounded in the empty room, followed by a shrill cry, and then sound of objects falling from the table, I stepped into a room to find the said man I was looking for, hitting his supposed wife, as if slapping her was not enough, he took out his belt and lashed at her face, I closed my eyes and breathed in... No violence Amory
I dropped the briefcase on the table and sat down on the couch crossing my legs and watched as he battered his wife for a reason still unknown to me unaware of my presence.
I sighed after I just got more irritated and disgusted at the sight of this man and immediately took the nearest bottle on the floor and shattered it on the wall behind him narrowly missing his head,
" As much as I don't want to interrupt couples squabbles I don't really have all day either"
That was enough to get his attention because he turned away from his wife that was breathing heavily on the floor to me
" You... Who are you ?? What are you doing here ??"
I came close to him and opened the briefcase
" I'm going to skip the pleasantries, Velda needs you to sign off your estate to her "
" What?? "
I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes
" Velda needs you to sign these documents" I say with gritted teeth, as I feel my annoyance building to the surface
" What, I .. I who are you, how dare you come here..." I cut him off
" More than Velda's need for you to sign these documents, I hate having to repeat myself "
" I'm not intimidated by you or anything... I .. don't, I'm not going to ??"
Again I cut him off but this time with a glass shattered on his head and he screamed, a sound that was somewhat satisfying to me but I was not satiated, he held his bloody head and turned to me with rage
" How dare you, you bitch!!!"
And that was the invitation I needed, because I shoved my boots on his face and kicked him in the gut which made him double over, screaming in anguish
" Why did you make me repeat myself!!" I screamed back, dragged him with my hands to punch him, this son of a bitch does not deserve anything good, or anything he has.
This disgusting place... Punch... The money... Punch... His punching bag he calls a wife punch.
He deserved none of it, the only thing that is
deserving of him is my fist, so I continued to pummel him to the ground, I am well aware of the warm liquid that has flooded my hand but I didn't stop until I heard a crack and I looked up to see his wife just staring at us blankly her gaze distant as she watched her husband coughing blood in the floor, I stood up and breathed out.
I feel better.
I looked at my hands and it has stopped shaking
" Now let me review what I said before, Velda needs you to sign these freaking documents so I can leave this shit hole" I said in a much calmer tone, when I didn't hear a response from him, I looked around and my gaze caught a hockey stick.
He used this on his wife right??
I picked it up immediately and pointed it at his head.
" Do I need to repeat myself?"
He opened one of his battered eyes to look at what I was pointing at him and unable to speak he shook his head frantically before crawling to the paper on the table, drooling with blood he signed the documents.
" Good, now was that so hard? " I said and put it back on the briefcase, but then I felt his calloused hands grab my ankle and I turned to look at his battered disgusting face
" You will not get away with this, you will die here !!" He said and then I saw him grin exposing his bloodied teeth which sent shivers down my body. I dragged my leg from his hand and made to leave this shit hole but I was met with a bat on the back of my head and everything faded.