✴Isabella Marciano✴
Does that asshole think that I'd be nice to him? Does he expect me to say 'oh hey there. It was nice seeing you' or 'thank you for taking my canister to Sacramento'. He truly is an asshole, he's living up to his reputation.
I don't even know his name but from now on, I'll call him Kumag!
The cab arrived at my hotel, I paid the driver and walked hastily to the elevator to my suite. Throwing my coat on the couch, I strip down this cloth I was wearing, if this is even called clothing more than rag.
The cold water washed my anger away. I just love getting under the water after a stressful event. Tomorrow, if I still can't find Luis Martinez, I'd go back to Greece and start making my plans on meeting Damien.
As I get to bed, I suddenly feel a little sad about this great opportunity Kon has given me. Meeting Damien would mean I could offer him the deal and if he agrees to it, I won't need Kon anymore. The thought made my stomach scrunch. I knew I was attracted to him and when I got to know him, it was only a matter of time before I genuinely fell for him.
Forcing my eyes to shut, I tried to get a much-needed rest. Santi's downfall comes first before anything else.
The next evening, I found Luis in the strip club and my plan eventually took place. It wasn't a difficult task but it wasn't easy either. I hated the look on Luis's face when I chopped it off.
I sighed, clutching the money in a duffel bag as I handed it to my contact.
The things I do for money. How did I become this inhuman, this heartless? Where did the sweet Isabella Dad and Mom adored? The foolish Isabella who always plays pranks on Sean and Heath.
This will be the last time I'll do this kind of job. Time to take back what's mine.
''John?'' I called, throwing my body on the couch in our suite at Nafpaktos.
''Figlia?'' Thank God he's talking to me again. It was torture not being able to talk to John about things. ''Did your job went well?'' He took a seat on the single sofa beside the couch I fully occupied, my body sprawled like a jellyfish, my scarlet locks covering half of my face as I lie on my stomach.
''I hate the look on his face.'' I murmured, staring at the black TV screen reflecting the face of a red-haired monster. ''His eyes held so much against me, anger, pity, detest. I felt his pain when I did it.'' I sat properly and looked into John's blue-green eyes. ''How did I become this demon, John?''
My father's best friend stood up, sat beside me, and pulled my face to his chest. ''Don't do that to yourself, Isabella.''
My silent tears fell. I was so disgusted by what I did to Luis Martinez. Even though he cheated on his wife, he didn't deserve that. He'll live with the reminder of what I did to him.
''Shhh'' John drew soothing circles in my back. ''Do you want to have gelato?''
I giggled, ''with strawberries?''
He hummed, the vibration of his laugh making my smile wider. ''Why don't you get dressed and buy some on the market? You already consumed two kilos of strawberry last week.''
I pouted, sitting up on my seat. ''They're my favorite.'' He faked a gag. If there is anything in this world John disliked, it was strawberry. Rolling my eyes while giggling, I took my bag and told him I'll shower and go to the market.
Shopping is my favorite pastime, be it dress, shoes, and even food. I like seeing all the fresh ingredients neatly piled in the market racks. Even if I didn't learn how to cook, I knew how to check if the vegetables, fruits, meat, and fish are fresh. Manna taught me how to check them, she was John's housekeeper in Mexico. Although we didn't spend much time together, I like watching her cook in the kitchen back in the day. She can talk while chopping vegetables and while cooking like a skilled master chef.
After I bought all the ingredients for gelato, I went to the fruit section and bought different kinds of fresh harvest produce.
''Are you stalking me?'' someone spoke beside me, although I hate the guy, I knew it was him. Kumag.
Deciding to ignore him, I paid for the fruits and waited patiently for the lady vendor to wrap my purchase and give me my change.
''Are you?'' Kumag spoke again.
After thanking the lady, I put the item inside my shopping bag and walked past the irritating guy but he grabbed my arm. I yanked it away but he held my forearm firmly.
''Get your hands off me'' I turned around and aimed a punch in his jaw, he grabbed my wrist, twisting it, and pinned it behind me. We're now standing toe to toe and our faces were only inches apart because of the position of my hand.
His cool raspberry scent was annoying as hell, his dark blue eyes glimmer with amazement, his thin lips curled in an irritating smirk. His dark hair was a messy curtain in his irritating face. Everything about him is annoying!
''Let go'' I tried to free my arm and wrist but he wasn't bulging.
''Why are you stalking me?'' he asked, leaning his mouth closer to my ears. ''I knew you like me.''
I huffed. ''You wish, Kumag.'' If we are not in a public place, I'd b
''What?'' he genuinely looked confused.
''Let me go before I break your bones'' I grit my teeth.
''What does Kumag mean?'' his thick brows arched. ''What language is that?''
''Google it!'' I kneed his balls but he pushed me away, making me stumble on my heels, the content of my shopping bag spilling on the street when I fell on my ass.
I really, really hate this annoying man! Maybe I should just kill him. I thought to myself as I picked all the scattered fruits. The sugar spilled on the ground and the eggs were already cracked, none of it can be saved.
''Hey'' he crouched down beside me and helped me put everything back in my bag. ''I'm sorry. I'll pay for everything.''
My anger and anxiety was kicking in as I picked each small fruit one by one. Why am I picking up this trash? Can't I just buy a new set of ingredients?
That's what I'm good at these days. Picking up pieces of my life back together only for me to break them and put them back again.
I hate this! I hate my life! I hate kneeling in front of assholes to pick up what's mine that they shattered!
''Red'' Kumag spoke. ''Why are you crying? Don't cry over the eggs and sugar. We can buy them again.''
Yes, we could. But it won't be the same as the broken one. It just won't.
''You're such a cry baby'' he chuckled.
''Get fúcking lost!'' I yanked the shopping bag on my shoulder, wiping my tears as I strode away.
Why am I crying!?