Calixo

The moment I was informed that one mother fucker had the audacity to propose to her, I got on the first flight back to the New York. For five good years, I was restricted from coming close to the only woman I ever want to be with. I had to resolve the most painful thing, which was watching her from a distance, seeing just pictures and videos of her. I will make sure that idiot regret ever growing that guts.

I took a long drag from the cigarette in between my fingers and puffed it out, the smoke moved zig zig into the air. My legs were tapping on the floor restlessly. I took the glass of whisky to the table and glummed down a little. It was so unlike me to be this anxious, I couldn't remember the last time I had my whole being anticipating seeing someone so bad, even though I wasn't sure she would come.

“Hope you got every detail about that cabrón (bastard)” I cursed out in Spanish. My voice was so calm, you would think I was probably talking about an old friend, but the danger in that tone was well understood by those who knew me.

Jerome, the only man I trusted enough to travel back into the country with, stepped forward, he knew how angry I was at the moment. “Yes boss, Hilary Cater, twenty five years old. The son of one of the top magistrates, he is a lawyer.”

I rolled the glass of whiskey in my hand, the ice in it was clicking slowly. Just a few months of me being locked away and this happens

“Any other thing?” I asked, still calm as ever.

“He just returned back to New York from Italy a month ago, and Liana was spotted at his apartment this evening.”

My jaw clenched at that last statement. I took another long drag of cigarette before I lost my mind. For a second, I pictured Hilary’s blood on the marble floor with his face beaten beyond recognition. The satisfaction it would give me.

“Boss, do you want him dealt with? Or should I have him brought to you?”

I wish I could, but I had to be careful. I had to leave New York as soon as possible without leaving any traces, because if that man up north finds out then I did have to pay hugely.

“Not yet,” I said coldly. “For now, let him be.”

Jerome nodded, though I could see the disappointment flicker in his eyes. He’d kill the bastard in a heartbeat if I gave the order. He should enjoy the mercy for as long as it lasts, because I will definitely come back for him.

Just then the door pushed opened

“Boss” Kevon, the driver I had sent to pick her up, said walking into the room. “She didn't show up”

For a moment I went quiet then I let out a cold chuckle. It wasn't like I had fully expected Liana to come just like that. Which was the main reason I sent a request note, that gives her an avenue to decide what she wanted. I hated the fact she didn't come willingly, I wouldn't love to resolve to some drastic measures, especially not with her.

“So where is she now?” I asked with the single hope that I won't murder someone's son. If she was with that bastard, I would skin him alive.

“I saw her head out of her apartment with her friend, so I tracked their location. They are at the club presently.” he said the last two words slowly, like he knew it might trigger me.

Kevon could easily track her location, because he is the spy I kept close to her; he had been in the country for five years now. I made sure he lived just next door to her without her knowledge. I will also deal with him for falling to send a message about this Hilary relationship with her. I understand I was unreachable for a while, but I don't care! He should have reached me by all means, he knows too well I don't forgive such indolence, especially not with my woman. The thought of her and that fool together makes my skin crawl.

A club? That was so unlike her. For five years, I have had her every movement watched and the club wasn't one of the places she visited.

“Get the car” I ordered

Minutes later, I was seated in the backseat, Jerome was beside me. On getting to the club it wasn't hard to locate her by the booth. She was wearing everything I sent, the shoes, even the necklace. That necklace meant the world to me and seeing her wear it, I felt this satisfaction. For a long while I stood somewhere watching her seated at a booth, with a drink clutched weakly in her hand.

“How do you think I should approach her” I asked Jerome who stood next to me

“Boss you have a call” he passed me my phone, like he didn't hear my question. I had to step out with Jerome to pick the call. I walked back into the club only to see the sight of some greasy bastard with wandering hands on her thigh. She tried to push him off, weakly, but he didn't stop; he stood there grinning like a fool.

Anger stared up inside of me, before I knew it, my fist connected with his jaw. He screamed, stumbling back, but I didn’t stop. My rage was merciless. Another punch. Another. Blood sprayed across my knuckles. He begged, tried to shield himself, but it was useless. It took Jerome and some other men to drag me off, before I killed him in front of everyone. The Stronzo(asshole) lay there twitching with a destroyed face.

I turned back to her. She blinked up at me, those gorgeous blue eyes clouded with confusion. I scooped her into my arms and headed out. She struggled weakly with those little blows, that made my chest ache with emotions instead of hurting.

Her head fell against my shoulder, I carried her through the silence of the crowd, every pair of eyes in the club were on me. No one dared to stop me, My stare alone would scare anyone off.

Outside, the car door opened. I slid into the backseat with her in my arms. She stirred faintly, whispering words I couldn’t catch. I looked down at her peaceful and innocent face.

“Where should I take you, boss?” Kevon asked carefully.

“The airport,” I replied curtly.