Page 96 of Eyes Like Angel
Romano turned his head over his shoulder. “Good to see you, bro,” he greeted, and his hand outstretched, which I didn’t take again, hovering over him with my taller, broader stature.
I watched him cleared his throat, playing as a young man who’s coy and dim-witted, like a boy wanted toys when get caught red-handed.
That shit don’t work, not according to Dad’s law.
“My father wanted everyone to work not chat,” I warned him coolly. “But it seems like you’re slacking.”
Romano took an intimidating stance, almost like he was mocking me. “Sorry, bro. I was on my break.”
I glared at him, unfazed. “It doesn’t matter. Do you think you’d get a huge paycheck for stalling to chat and flirt every single woman you see? My dad doesn’t like lazy people and who are noisy in the early morning.”
“And who do you think you are, my papa?” Romano’s voice rose, his strong, thick was coming in.
“I’m your boss,” I challenged him darkly, heading on, eye-to-eye. “And right now, I saw my worker slacking.”
My body went cold when I saw Eva was trembling. Shoulders bucked, wavering in tiredness and terror. She stood by and watched, and the tension is released, plaguing at a busied charity, catering the unfortunate and poverty.
But I maintained my dignity.
Promptly reaching closer the gap between Eva and me, there was Romano, blocking my way like a fucking wall I’d wishto break with a hammer budging on his ribcage. If only I could cut his body to pieces, or hacked his dick off and shove it into his mouth, force him to watch his own guts overflow and dusted on a grated dirt, that’d be a sight to behold, or destroy his hands and fingers with a thumbscrew, let them bleed and scar for him to revision his past mistakes, how he ambushed my darling angel.
Wits are essential,I thought, reminded.
Wits are essential to win this war—my mantra I accorded to stimulate and conquer the impossible day and days to come.
Wits are essential to see the light at the end of the tunnel, and she’s my light to my darkest tunnel, and I won’t let someone like him take it away from me.
Romano’s shoulder blades stiffened. “Seriously, dude. I don’t know what the deal is with you and you watching me at the church like a bald eagle, like you fuckin’ own me or something. I do what I want in my break time. I suggest you fuck off.”
Amused by his rant, I tipped my head back, eyeing him gleefully like a rascal.
Ah, I wondered when he shows his true colors.
Holding back my laughter, I leaned in, leveling his petty countenance. “Careful, you’re at the church,” I began playfully, “if my mom hears this, she’d fire you on the spot. She doesn’t like filthy sinners eyeballing on woman’s breasts and ass. Looks like you’re about to…” my eyes flickered to Eva before facing Romano with malice, “commit a heinous crime. Like, you wanted to…murder me. Or…drank your way to trouble.” Then I took an exaggerated, dramatic sniff at him. “I could smell a shitty alcohol into your mouth. You fucking reek as shit, did you even shower or do you decide to spray withAxecologne?”
Romano’s nostrils flared, breathing harsher and harsher, like I could see the vein on his head popped outward, his skin gotten redder, reminded me of a bull aiming for a red flag.
Doubted, Romano dipped his head and sighed in defeat, his expression morphed to an uglier expression, his tone darkened for a split second. “Fuck you.”
On the sidelines, Eva watched the scene unfold, never minding the other women and workers and countless homeless people eyeballing us, listlessly munching on today’s breakfast.
“I was only joking, how insensitive of me! I was trying to be friends with you. You know, what’s been hanging and banging,” I claimed, mocking with a cheeky smile and closed lids after a prolonged silence, hands up in the air. “You’re free to go. Break time’s almost over, anyway. So use your time wisely.”
Romano’s frame shuddered and churned, boiling at the mishaps I’ve purposefully given him.
His fuming was a success.
For now.
Humiliation wasn’t a suitable choice in this moment.
Romano huffed and departed, leaving Eva alone with me, unsure of Eva’s next reaction, depending if she’ll hate me or not—a quiet angelic soul conflicted as she conflicted me, but it’s perfect to a certain degree.
“I’ll see you later,bro,” I called out to him in a feign pleasantry.
Once he’s gone back to his inner circle of close friends, I rushed over to Eva without making myself too obvious.
“Are you okay, Eva?” I asked earnestly, my head crouched in to hear her answer.
