Page 7 of Nemesync
The conversation continued; my mind wandered until I heard keywords that reconnected me to them.
The one in front of me leaned toward me, and whispered, “You got quite the body little Dellé.”
Breathe Z, breathe, he’s a man, not him, you’re at a bar, not there.
I smiled, the fakest I’ve ever done. “You want to see how strong this body can be?”
The bastard grinned wider, thinking I was flirting with his ass, as my father and the other one went to the bar. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he answered.
I leaned in, inches from his face, with the same smile dancing cruelly on my red lips. “Look the fuck away from me if you don’t want me to slice your throat open here, on this table.”
The man’s eyes darkened, his smile gradually failing into a growl. “Stupida ragazza, you threatened an Accardo,” hereplied, grabbing my arm tightly. But my father came back at the same moment.
Extract information, Zanae, look at them, see how their bodies respond to your father.
“I need to talk to Massimo; you know I can’t sign anything with you.”
“We understand the problem, but he won’t be here for some time. That’s why we came,” The jerk said, loosening his tie, strangely.
Oh,they’re lying. This Massimo was definitely avoiding my father.
“It would be best to ask him to see me as soon as possible. The situation is serious, and there are many rumors.”
“We know, it worries us too. What do you think of our proposal?”
“I wouldn’t know what to say until I’m sure there’s no leak, and the Outfits are too close to the Zennites.”
Not the Zennites again.
“There’s no leak; accidents happen. We know it drew attention to us, but it was a mistake. We’re handling it, Emir.”
“Zanae, we’re leaving. Thank you, gentlemen. I hope you can reschedule a meeting with him next time. This is the last meeting I propose to him before making irreversible decisions myself to solve this problem.”
“We’ll do our best for the good of both clans. We don’t want this to jeopardize all our efforts to co-exists.”
Yeah…Liar.That little smirk he had- it told me otherwise.
We stood up; the two men saluted me, but the first one didn’t just leave normally, he grabbed my waist and inched it, kissing my neck before going to the bar with his friend. This bastard had my blood boiling. I couldn’t do shit because my father led me to the exit with his guards, talking about some wedding we had to attend next week.
That’s when I saw him, just for a few seconds, that insistent look.
He looked like he owned the night. The abyss and darkness around him were his. Even hidden, I could see him so clearly.
He was tall, and it showed even though he was leaning against his car I suppose. Large and broad, dressed in a black suit with an open shirt, no tie, revealing his width. He had noticeably short, almost shaved hair, and his eyes were on me. Never looking away.
He was watching me.
From his neck I could see tattoos emerging, on his right hand too. Beside him two other men, attempted to blend into the dark night but not really succeeding.
Perhaps it was just my paranoia, but I doubted even my father noticed them.
“Zanae what are you doing?” My father brought me back to earth.
Without further ado, I decided to follow him to the parking lot, but I still had this image of the man —the way he leaned casually against the car, fingers tapping impatiently on the hood, legs apart, eyes fixed on me from behind.
Maybe it was just a shadow? Maybe it was only in my head? Or I was just completely losing my mind.
And I could be insane.
