Chapter 4
SAINT
"Clarence! Clarence wake up."
The warmth of the blanket was suddenly replaced by cold air which forced me to wake up. Mom was standing at the foot of my bed an eyebrow raised, one hand resting on her waist while one hand held my blanket.
"Mom." I sulked.
Evelynne, "you don't take your life seriously now do you Clarence."
"My first name is Saint mom. At least start the day by calling me Saint."
Evelynne, "tell that to someone else besides me. I gave you your name therefore own it baby boy. Whether you like it or not you are Saint Clarence Zyraelle and there's nothing you can do about it baby boy."
I rolled my eyes at her and sat up straight. Mom was gorgeous. She nearly looked like grandma but the only difference was that her eyes were brown unlike grandma.
Grandma was a very beautiful woman, especially her eyes. The color of her eyes stood out.
Pushing aside any other thoughts of my late grandmother I got off the bed and stretched my arms.
Mom threw my blanket on the bed and left my room. Well now that I'm awake I have no choice but to suffer another miserable day of my life. I stood up and went to the bathroom.
The minute I set foot in the bathroom a memory of Evadne's first visit to my house flashed. The first time she had come home I wanted to fuck her but destiny had other plans I guess.
From planning to screw her and steal her innocence it turned to a trip to the museum, except my house was the museum. She was so amused by everything in the house. I followed her in the hopes that we would finally settle down and she'd let me do what I wanted with her but she didn't get tired. She was so fascinated by everything in it. Her eyes had sparkled so brightly, so fascinated by everything.
In a day she studied and observed and reached each and every corner in the house. I was so pissed by her indifference. When she got into my room she smiled like she'd just seen paradise.
She got into my bathroom after getting my permission and held every surface as if savoring the feel of gentle silk beneath your fingertips. While she was still touching everything she could get her hands on she had activated the shower and got drenched.
I had to borrow mom's clothes. Mom's clothes were too small so she ended up wearing my shirt.
That was the final button and I had told her to go home.
The fact that she had looked that fuckin sexy and yet I couldn't even screw her made me angry.
She had not even had the decency to wear a bra.
I shook my head trying to erase the memory of her but would it fade. I turned on the shower and the cold water collided with my skin but it wasn't enough to cool the heat that was now coursing through my veins.
My dick was painfully hard now. I let the water slide down and rubbed soap on my palms before stroking myself with the image of Evadne in my shirt on my mind. Her sweet smile when she looked at me like I was her savior as if I was her salvation. That's what she called me. Her hero.
The person who gave her life when she was on the verge of dying. imagined her big honey brown eyes kneeling before me and choking on my dick and that was enough for me to cum. I heaved a sigh of relief but now the desire was gone and replaced with the reality of what I had just done.
Jerking off with the thoughts of Evadne fuckin Laurel on her knees while I had a fuckin fiancé who I'd marry in 5 months.
The mood to take a shower disappeared and I just made it quick and got out of the shower quickly. I didn't fuckin love her. Our relationship was a fuckin no strings attached relationship. I can fuck any girl I want.
Why yearn for some trauma virgin victim. There is a line of hot women waiting for me to pick any of them. I have a drop dead gorgeous fuckin fiancé who's more than willing to submit to me.
I stepped into my walk-in closet and stood for a minute to decide what I'd wear and finally decided to wear a black polo shirt and black cargo pants pairing it with a black leather jacket and a beanie.
After dressing up I went downstairs where mom was setting up the table. Despite being one of the richest women in our world, mom didn't have servants. One would expect the house to be filled with servants but she preferred doing things herself.
She is a really kind hearted woman. Evidence of that is the risk she was taking saving victims of the mafia. My father aka Ivan was someone I valued because of my mom
He had helped her a lot and saved her from our enemies. The Italian empire is one that was desired by a lot of other empires thanks to my grandmother we have an empire to even fight for.
The stories I've heard about her are spine chilling. I'd never understood how a woman managed such cruelty but then again despite my mom being the sweetest person I know she killed her own biological parents.
What's crazy is that she did it for me. She chose me over her mother. She chose me, an abandoned orphan over her mother. She's one woman that has always chosen me no matter what.
I pulled out the chair and sat down. Mom ruffled my hair as she passed to her seat and settled down. She had her usual gentle smile as she dug into her food. I also focused on my breakfast which was steak.
On the other side dishes were fruit salad, malva pudding and a jug of juice. Besides the clinking and scraping of the fork and knife there was no noise. We finished breakfast quietly and I took the plates and washed them.
When I was done I found mom still seated at the dinner table. She looked lost deep in thought. I didn't bother to ask or disturb her thinking. This was the mother mode I didn't like crossing. I prepared to go back to my room but mom stopped me.
Evelynne, "we need to talk."
I closed my eyes and cussed under my breath. I quietly sat down awaiting her statement.
Evelynne, "you're a womanizer Clarence I know that. There's a girl who came home one time, you bring a lot of girls home with only the purpose of screwing them. I don't really care about who you screw Clarence because the women you deal with are only after your wealth. "
Saint, "So where are you going with this mom?"
Evelynne, "Evadne is different. Stay away from her. I know how your mind works Clarence. She's already destroyed, the girls barely surviving just stay away from her."
I smiled slightly at her sudden warning. She never interfered in my business. What was so special about Evadne?
"she broke up with me mom. It's not like I'm the one chasing after her. She was on her knees yesterday begging me to take her back."
Evelynne, "that girl may be a stripper Clarence but she's not like the others. She's in love with you and if you can't reciprocate don't you dare use her. She doesn't fit into the life she has. It's my duty to ensure she can get her normal life back and she will be out of this world of ours. "
"She'll get used to the strip club mom."
Evelynne, "it's my duty Saint to ensure that all the victims we save get the life they desire. You may not take EZ seriously but I do. Don't push my buttons, you hear me!"
Mom only used my first name when she was dead serious. I nodded my head and silently left the table. A girl like her didn't belong in our world, fascinating. I went to our garage and chose the black SUV and drove to the strip club. It was still early so there were barely any people, just a few who had a few drinks and left.
The club only came alive at night. I sat at the corner where no one would really notice me and ordered a few shots of the strongest most expensive wine. Evadne walked through the door looking…well she looked like a mess.
Her curled hair was tied back carelessly, she wore a black shirt that hung very loosely on her and baggy pants and her shoes, dirty slippers. She looked like she just woke up and decided to come here without bathing.
She definitely didn't have a shift today that I was sure of but she greeted the bartender and headed to the storage room. She came out after 2 minutes with a broom, mop, bucket and cloth.
She started by wiping tables and I studied the way she scrubbed them even when they were clean. She shifted to sweeping the floors before scrubbing them with the mop. I noticed how she quickly wiped her face when tears rolled down.
Marcus kept observing her. His gaze was gentle and I hated it. I hated that he seemed to care. I hated that I couldn't rip his eyes out just because he was staring. His stare held no lust, just care.
Evadne finished everything. Although the place was already clean it looked and smelled fresh again. Evadne disappeared into the storeroom again and this time she spent a long time in there.
I checked the time only to find it had been real late. It was now 6 pm so this girl spent 5 hours cleaning an entire strip club whilst she didn't have a shift.
5 minutes
10 minutes
20 minutes passed and she still didn't come out. I looked over at Marcus hoping he'd check on her but he was busy with clients. She came out a few extra minutes later and her eyes were swollen. She was crying.
I was so focused on her I didn't really notice most people, not even those that sat next to me. A perfect hand snapped its slim beautiful fingers three times before my face and that's when I looked at the beholder of the hand.
Esmeralda sat next to me smiling gently at me. She was a perfect and beautiful woman no
doubt about that. She had bright green eyes, porcelain skin, red hair and a model figure. She
was a good fuck too, always willing to experiment and try new things.
Esmeralda,'' where are you lost fuck boy? Who are you staring at?"
Her gaze shifted to where I was staring and her brow rose as she saw Evadne.
"I thought she was a no strings attached situation, why are you looking at her like that? Falling in
love fuck boy?"
" You know I'm in love with you baby."
Esmeralda ordered a drink and sat back relaxing on the sofa. She sat silently and watched
Evadne's every move. She didn't speak, she just observed her.
I sat back and observed Evadne who was now sitting on a stool drinking alcohol. She drank 5
shots then suddenly looked around. Her eyes landed where I was sitting and she seemed to
study us for a while. She got off the barstool and came to where we were sitting. She was a bit
tipsy.
Evadne," hello Ms Rovet . Congratulations on your engagement."
Esmeralda looked at me with a questioning look but smiled back at Evadne.
"Don't worry baby girl, you can call me Esmeralda. I know you and Saint had a fling and thank
you."
Evande," Im sorry. I guess I got attached and grew selfish. I forgot my place but I remembered. I
hope you both have a blissful marriage.''
She looked at me, her eyes lingering far too long for a stolen glance. She smiled at me and
turned away. Her steps were unsteady but desperate to get away.
She tripped herself trying to get away and fell face flat. People who saw her laughed. She
picked herself up and left the club. Esmeralda looked at me and smiled.
" Poor girl. Too bad you're my gangster. Isn't that what she calls you."
The nickname sounded sweeter and better when Evadne said it but I kept quiet either way.