These three days flew by so swiftly that I barely noticed their passage. Throughout these two days, no one seemed to take notice of Luke Foris' mysterious absence. Of course, his friends engaged in playful banter about him, but they seemed to possess a plausible explanation. Perhaps the blond fellow frequently skipped his sports activities. Surprisingly, Deymi remained remarkably composed, even though, astonishingly, she was responsible for ending lives. But can one really be surprised? After all, this is the realm of the mafia, a world where intricate plans are perpetually afoot.
On my part, I've been experiencing peculiar sensations, as though she exerts a magnetic pull on me, both through her actions and her demeanor, her voice, her physique, and even her gaze, though it invariably carries a note of caution. I attempted to dismiss it for a while, yet my attempts were to no avail. Could these sensations be a residual effect of the trauma? Or is there another underlying cause?
Yet, an unusual event took place. Not nearly as extraordinary for Grace as it was for me. As I was making my way through the hallway, the girls commenced to exchange hushed conversations. One of them even dared to ask for a photograph. I was so taken aback; Mort assured me that it was due to my discontinuation of wearing glasses and the tablets I've been ingesting on a nearly daily basis. Astonishingly, they seemed to be having an impact.
This development would have been relatively manageable, but the unconscious figure of Luke and his companions were discovered. If memory serves me right, it was a couple who stumbled upon them while seeking refuge in the restroom. Chaos engulfed the school, teachers scurried about, law enforcement arrived, and the group chat was inundated with messages dissecting the incident. The entire school became a hotbed of discussions.
When the police entered our classroom and summoned the Mort siblings for questioning, I was gripped by fear, rendering me momentarily breathless. However, they faced this with unwavering confidence, presenting their enigmatic black cards (business cards, perhaps?), offering a few words, and then returned with an air of satisfaction, leaving bewildered law enforcement officers in their wake. I tried to inquire, but beyond a wink and the phrase "Great secret," I gleaned nothing further.
The sight of the mafia entering the room without the accompaniment of police or handcuffs surprised everyone. However, any suspicions regarding them swiftly dissipated. Today, our schedule was devoid of lessons. Well, perhaps not devoid; the instructors simply failed to make an appearance. We were instructed to maintain our composure and refrain from drawing attention to ourselves until the matter was resolved.
I stood by the window, my gaze fixed upon the ambulance as it transported away my fellow classmate. I would have dismissed it as incredulous had anyone shared this tale with me beforehand.
"What a pity?" a whisper came from the side. I looked up and met brown eyes.
"Oh, nothing, just hard to believe," I shrugged. I glanced around the class and noticed that the girls had huddled together and were discussing something quietly, while only a few guys remained. The others went to hide a ball belonging to one of the deceased boys. Deymi occupied her usual place - at her desk - and continued to scrutinize my face.
"You're strange. I'd be thrilled if my enemy were a hair's breadth from death."
"And how many enemies do you have? Enemies?"
"Enough," - the brunette replied shortly. - "That's sufficient."
Grace burst into the classroom, a contented smile lighting up his face as he approached the girls' desk. One of them couldn't contain her excitement.
Seriously? Is he really coming? I can't believe it! - the boy shot his sister a quizzical look, and she responded with a nonchalant shrug. I walked up to my friend, and suddenly, Lisa appeared before me. Her friends exchanged surprised glances.
"Julian, have you heard the news? "- the mafia boss's son approached, and Lisa settled back in her seat, attentively listening.
"What news?"
"Marcelo Vesper is reclaiming his throne! "- Karen squealed, interrupting her friend. The excitement caught on with the other girls too.
"Who's he? "- Deymiara inquired, and Lisa shot her a disgusted glance.
"We don't share that with killers!" - she hissed.
"Hey! "- I exclaimed, but someone beat me to it. Karen jumped up from the circle and embraced Mrs. Mort like a close friend. However, she remained unresponsive.
"Lisa, calm down. Haven't you heard what the police said? Plus, there's information that the Mort mafia doesn't target innocent civilians, only their rivals."
"About that..." - Mort interjected. -" We're not the only mafia in the school, are we?"
"But who else?" - Lisa retorted. -" Foris didn't make a good impression on her from day one!"
"If you're that curious", - the mafia sister spoke in a cold tone, -" we don't allow the children of the mafia to kill at will. Only the heirs."
A predatory fire ignited in the girl's eyes, and she exchanged glances with her brother.
"Maybe it was someone from Luke's enemies; he's managed to make enemies out of almost everyone. "- the Fashion Queen shared her thoughts.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember a guy once threatened him." - one of the friends piped up.
"So just calm down, Lisa, and don't act like a little child," - the brunette said, turning back to the mafia girl. -" Listen, little sister, I'm actually surprised that during your time in this school, you haven't heard anything about him."
I stared at Karen in disbelief.
'Little sister? Is she kidding?'
Grace also couldn't take his eyes off her. Something shifted inside me. Disappointment... astonishment. Everyone had shifted their focus to Marcelo so quickly, as if they had forgotten about Foris. If I were in his shoes, I'd feel offended.
Marcelo is a highly esteemed figure in our school. His father owns three companies and often attends charity events. He invests heavily in this school and comes here to interact with the students. And Marcelo himself has a fan group, which almost all the girls at the school are a part of. Would you like to join?
"No, thank you", - the mafia girl responded with a lazy chuckle.
"Well, that's just the beginning. I haven't even told you the main part. Vesper isn't just incredibly handsome and wealthy, he's also dangerous. Every girl wants him! There's even a website dedicated to him where everything about him is posted. Take a look, or better yet, read it." - The brunette handed her phone to the mafia girl, but the mafia boss's son quickly intercepted it.
Heartthrob? - Grace asked, barely managing to hold back his laughter, but he quickly composed himself and began reading. - "When I first saw him, I thought an angel had descended from heaven. No, it felt as though even the heavens couldn't witness his perfection. This boy was like a constructed dream. His appearance was ethereal. I wished to bring his divine countenance closer and eternally admire those delicate features. Every day, as I laid eyes on him, I couldn't tear my gaze away. Those alluring, green eyes, forever gleaming like two precious sapphires, filled with sorrow and solitude. I'm sure every girl is ready to shower him with love and savor those soft, audacious lips. Before me appeared an image so unrealistic that it seemed like a fairy tale. An exquisite garden and him - "Marcelo, with a smile on his face and charming dimples on his cheeks. His smile could illuminate the entire world, as if extinguishing the necessary light. And that curly, coal-black hair, wild like the wind. And those black, thin eyebrows, a straight nose like a model's. The touch of his masculine, waxen fingers sent pleasant shivers. If Marcelo Vesper were a model, his body and stature would be the most appealing. I couldn't keep silent, words flowed from my lips. I was ready to shout about his beauty. He walks through the school corridor with such ease, coldly disregarding everyone, instilling fear in both teachers and students. No one can resist him. Everyone supports him, no one will undermine his power over Owl School. I write this simply to prevent anyone from daring to tarnish the image of young Vesper. Because he's a king in this school. Look through your own eyes, foolish girls. None of you is worthy of him. - Just a Lover." - The brunette finally finished reading and burst into laughter.