It was two am and once again Liah found herself lying in her bed starring at her ceiling, there was only one person on her mind, Michael, she remembered when he told her she was beautiful and he didn't just think she was beautiful, no, he said it was a fact, he knew for a fact that she was beautiful.
Those words from someone as gorgeous as he made her heart flutter every time she thought about them. A smile spread across her face as she remembered how he had teased her that time when he called her a beautiful Virgin Island princess.
She could hear his voice in her head as if he was standing right next to her. That voice of his, so deep, so sexy, so confident. How she wishes she could just see his face and hear his voice once again. She thought with a soft sigh.
***
Michael steps from the bathroom to see Blade standing in his room and once again his defences rise. "I know that you work for the tyrant, who are you and what exactly do you want from me?" Michael asks in a serious tone as he narrows his dark eyes at the man.
"Hey, easy tiger, my name is Blade and I'm going to assume that the tyrant you're referring to is Razor, so yes, I do work for him but I'm here just as you are, we're in the same boat, you and me. I'm just trying to make your stay here a little more pleasant than mine was but if you're not interested then I'm sorry to have bothered you." Blade said putting the twenty grand on the table and turning to leave.
"Why are you here?" Michael asked as Blade was about to open the door. "I told you, we're in the same boat…" "I heard that," Michael said cutting Blade's sentence short. "But why are you here in this room, right now?" Michael asks again. "Oh, um, well Razor gave me a few errands to run on the road, and seeing as though you've been coop up here for over two months recovering from your near-death experience, and it has been two weeks since your pretty roommate left and three days since you beat those men asses, I thought that maybe you could use a change of scenery so I ask if I could take you along and he said yes, so here I am but again if you're not interested…."
"I am interested," Michael said before Blade could finish. "Oh, okay, good, take your money with you, you may see something you like, and oh yeah, follow me to my room and I'll give you something a little more appropriate to wear," Blade said with an encouraging smile.
On his way to Blade's room, Michael walked past an open door and saw Razor sitting behind a desk. He stops and turns, facing Razor, then enters the room, now this room was built for a king. Michael thought looking around. The furniture displays elegance, an air of sophistication and power, a dominant power
Michael felt a tingle run through his body, he liked this room, surprisingly he felt comfortable in this room, but not with the man sitting behind the desk. He didn't like this man and he wasn't the least bit comfortable around him.
"Is there something I can help you with? Or are you planning on becoming a part of my furniture?" Razor asks in a sarcastic tone. Michael took a deep breath before approaching the desk and putting the wad of cash on it. "What is that for?" Razor asks. "For your troubles," Michael said before turning and walking from the office towards Blade who was now standing at the door.
Blade stepped back so he could pass before walking ahead and gesturing for Michael to follow which he did. Michael enters the room behind Blade who walks over to his closet and begins moving things aside. He then stops, takes out a black body shirt, black pants, and a black overcoat, and hands them to Michael. "Go change." He said pointing to his bathroom.
Michael nodded and walked towards the bathroom, went inside, and closed the door behind him. A few minutes later Michael came back out and Blade's mouth dropped. "God damn! You're as scary as hell right now! And you're so fucking rocking that suit, man damn!" Blade said clapping his hands as Michael admired himself in the long mirror.
"These are not yours," Michael said turning towards Blade as he realized the coat reached his thighs. "What made you say that?" Blade asks. "They're not your size," Michael states with a look that dares Blade to deny it.
"You're very perceptive, okay, no, they belong to a friend of mine, he was killed last year by men from the other side," Blade said sadly. "Tell me about the other side," Michael said. Blade realizes that Michael's words sound more like a demand than a request but he let it slide because he was close to getting Michael exactly where he wanted him.
"Come on, I'll explain on the way." Blade said walking towards his door. "The other side, the other side." Blade chants slamming his hands on the steering wheel angrily. "Fucking assholes." He growls.
"Alright, fasten your seat belt," Blade said pulling out of the driveway. "The other side is a rival gang that lives a few miles from here. They've been killing, raping, robbing, and burning down people's houses from before I was born." Blade explains.
"Their fathers were doing it before them and now they've taken over. Razor's father and his men were the ones protecting this community from them but after he died Razor had to take over his father's role. Now I'm not saying Razor is a saint, he's far from it but if you think Razor is bad, it's because you haven't met the leader from the other side, trust me when I say, he's a hundred times worse than Razor, again not singing Razor's praises but it's true." Blade sighs heavily.
Michael realizes that even though his brain was registering everything he passes; he also didn't miss a word Blade was saying. "Was the tyrant's father killed by the other side?" Michael asks. "No, believe it or not, he died from cancer." Blade snorts.
"But you've to understand one thing, being a leader comes with a lot of pressure. A leader of a gang has to make decisions he never thought he would ever make, do, and have things done that are way out of their comfort zone, not to mention, they've to live with every decision and everything they've ever done since assuming their role." Blade said, then continued.
"Now when he first recruited me, I really didn't want to be here and so I rebelled, a lot and got punished, a lot, until one day I finally realized that Razor was actually doing what I should've been doing from I became a man, protecting my family and my community from the monsters from the other side. At present, they fear Razor and that's a good thing. It keeps them at bay but now and then their leader sends someone over here to try and take as much of us out as they can." Blade continues.
Razor is currently in charge of over fifteen thousand people, it takes a lot to protect that many people." Blade ads. "But wait, why did you give him the money I gave you?" Blade asks. "If it was not for him I wouldn't be alive today," Michael states. "So why do you hate him so much?" "You don't hate him?" Michael asks without answering Blade's question.
"Well at first, yes I did but after realizing what he was really about, my hate slowly turned to respect, listen you've got to realize that a person in his position has to command respect any way he can." Blade explains.
"I understand," Michael said as Blade came to a stop in front of a building. "Come on, I need to pick up something here." Blade steps from the car and Michael follows him.
Blade enters the building, greets a few men standing in various corners of the building with weapons in their hands, and continues walking. This looks like a place you enter but don't exit. Michael thought looking around.
This place as everything else that the tyrant was a part of was built for intimidation, any normal person would wet themselves or faint from fear at the looks of these men, so why in the name of Liah's Holy one wasn't he intimidated?" He wondered as he follows Blade further into the building.
Blade stops at a black door, knocks three times, and then waits. A few seconds later the door opened and a hostile-looking man with a long scar on one side of his face stood in the doorway. "Hey Scar, the packages ready?" Blade asks. The man nods and moves aside for Blade to pass.
Michael moves to follow Blade but the man steps in front of him. "Come on scar, let him pass, Razor's orders," Blade said patting the man's shoulder, with a growl the man stepped aside and Michael entered the room behind Blade.
Two long glass cases were lining either side of the room. He walks over to one and immediately something catches his eye. In one of the glass cases was a black leather case with a transparent front covering holding twelve knives. One of the knives was curved like the letter C. Blade indicates to one of the men to load the packages into the car, he then walks over and stands beside Michael.
"Like those knives, do you?" He asks when he sees what Michael is looking at. Michael nods slowly, his eyes still locked on the knives. "Hey Scar, let him have those will you," Blade said taking his wallet from his pocket and taking out a few notes which he placed on the glass case.
Scar shot Michael a hostile look before opening the glass case. A few minutes later Michael steps from the building behind Blade with his leather case of razor-sharp stainless steel knives.
Thank you all for reading
Words of encouragement
Your prayers aren't being ignored
God heard you, trust his timing
Riddle from last ch, when is the river
Like the letter T? Ans: When it's crossed
Okay, okay I get it, corny, I know, alright here's another
What do you call someone who talks to himself?
Good luck