His Pumpkin (Book 1)

Pumpkin

Aiden POV

“You’re late.” The hard tone welcomes me when I enter our house.

As I closed the door, I face the old man who’s sitting in the couch together with my brother Anton. Irritation is painted in the face of our boss, Mr. Miller, when I walk towards them.

“I told you I’ll send the USB in your office because I have some important things to do. You’re the one who insists on coming, Mr. Miller,” I speak without any fear.

Anton throws a warning gaze, remind me who’s the person I’m talking to. A sigh escapes in my mouth, I don’t like people dictating me, but I know the old man that staring at me with dark features is not just someone.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m tired after taking what we need, and I want some rest.”

My stay in the hotel with Quinn is not enough to gain my strength for I wake up ten minutes after she fell asleep. Pulling the photo and one USB inside my jean jacket, I lay it in the table, in front of the man who takes care of Anton and me for ten years. The man behind our new life, our new identity, our new status in society.

His wooden cane jab in the tiles when he adjusted in his sit and takes the stuff that I lay. A smile slowly twists in his lips when he saw a man with a bloody shirt and the face covered with great purple welts that even his relatives can’t recognize him. His head rise and a feature of proudness are parading now to his face.

“I can’t believe you’re able to catch this f*****g bastard.” There’s delightness as he speaks.

“I told you just give me some time,” I say in less emotion.

“And I’m impressed,” he admits and took the USB, “still the best.”

His comments construct a soft laugh on my mouth, but not for joy rather boost my ego.

“He’s in the hospital now as per my one source, but I’m not sure if he can still walk,” I said.

To kill is not yet in my list, thou they beg for that before I leave them. I’m not yet ready or maybe, if it’s a person who had a single dot of the blood of Osbourne, I can. I will take his life, burn the body until there’s no more left to remember them in this world.

“Good, let them live with fear thinking who is behind of this.”

It’s also one of the reasons, to let the Osbourne feel unpeace, bothered them if who’s coming next, threatened their nerves even on time of their sleep. My brother stands and taps my shoulder, gives me a sign that he will take care of the old man by himself.

“Just check the USB with Mr. Miller, you know I don’t want to see any of it.”

“I understand.” He speaks with concern on his voice.

“Can I leave now?” I ask while playing in my hand the key of my car.

Mr. Miller nod. My head slightly bows for respect, fly my eyes to Anton, passed my thanks in silence before moving towards the stair. The big house can accommodate four families, but my brother and I don’t have. A glamorous design touches each wall and floor with complete modern furniture. Who will imagine that it is us who own this expensive place?

As I push the door of my room, I throw my car key in the glass bowl over the furniture near the entrance. My jacket slides down on my arms and hangs it on the standing rack. Feet moving straight to the bathroom while tugging out my shirt and my pants fall in the floor as I enter the space that will reduce my fatigue.

Twenty minutes of a shower loosen up each muscle as I step out with a towel wrapping my lower frame. Tiny waters dropping from my hair, flowing to my half-naked body, sparkling like the clear stone of diamond. Hand with small cuts on knuckles due to its hard activity of knocking a man this morning is pulling the steel door of my small fridge.

Different kind of liquor is laying per layer inside. Taking one bottle of Stella Artois, the sealing surface jerk to my mouth and tilt the cap out between my teeth. The silver lid falls on my palm and throw to the trash bins before I consume the lip of the green bottle, drink the cold yellowish beer.

My eyes fly to the photos scattered on the table. Walking and sitting on the single leather chair, I take the pile of it, lay on my lap while holding my bottle. Hate and anger color my soul just by looking at the faces on the square glossy paper. Casting my eyes on each solo image, I hurl it one by one to the table with my other emotion shutting down, fury is what only left.

Aron. Fabian. Boris. Dennis. Then my hand stops on dashing the photos when a young girl that holds the purity of a sweet smile transfer to my pupils. Shoving the beer in my mouth, I let the bitter liquid poison my taste bud while staring of the only lady in my Osbourne collection.

The soft glow in her eyes catches me the very first time I saw her in person three months ago. I am surrounded by the people that turn my stomach up and down in disgust when she enters the billiard room wearing her Halloween party costume.

Her woven orange-yellow fruit tunic with a printed grinning jack-o’-lantern on the front and a bubble hem that form an adorable rounded shape put a smile on my lips. With orange and black striped legging, a silly fruit stem headband contains dangling vines, her features show it all… Pumpkin! I must admit I found her too appealing in her look, too cute to watch, the reason why I give her that sweet name.

Her feet are marching with annoyance as she comes near to us with the pad of her lower lips moving down. One of Aron best-friend, Caleb, laughing in grace as he places his arm over her shoulder when she stops in front with her palm directing to her brother.

“Where’s the car key?” She asks Aron, her brother, in gall voice.

“Wow, our chubby Quinn is so cute,” Caleb teases her and pinch her rounded left cheek that mudding in her natural pink color.

“Are you going to be the Cinderella’s carriage tonight? If yes, can I ride then?” He added that form for the group to deliver a noisy guffaw.

In that lively noise, the husky “Ouch!” of Caleb follows when Quinn’s elbow hardly hit on his stomach, build for him to remove his arm wraps on her shoulder and caress the part that she strikes. Her fingers hook Caleb’s earlobe and raise it furthers that makes the face of Aron’s best-friend crumple in pain.

“No, I’ll become Sam of Trick ’r Treat and I’m gonna sew your mouth.” She speaks.

Her comments curl my lips in an amusing smile while the others burst their booming laugh. She is boyish, it’s so evident in the way she speaks, move and react. The height of her just matches on her meaty figure, not short but also not too tall. Although she is a bit rounded, I can tell she does not belong on the oversize figures because the curves of her legs are in proportion even I can’t inspect her body on her big costume.

If the man definition of sexy is thin and skinny, then she is not like that, which I found more charming for her. Aron steps near to Quinn, pat her younger sister arm, orders her to remove her pinch.

“The daddy’s girl is so aggressive again,” he said and lay a key in her palm, “can you act more feminine with my troops?” He scolds her.

“As if they don’t know me yet.” She answers and rolls her eyes.

Boris, their cousin, plant his hand over my shoulder and said, “we have new recruits here your majesty.”

That’s the time she notices me, dive her sight to my spot and the brown eyes that cannot hide what’s inside pierce to my face. The reaction makes me smirk within, heighten my pride for I know she will be added to those many girls who can’t resist my charm. That when I offer my hand for a shake-hand, her paw quiver, palm chills, skin burn her to red.

Bingo!

It is my mistake to think that it will be so hard to catch them, because here they are admiring me, including the king’s only daughter, taking a picture of me in silence yet forget to deactivate her flash option. She is fascinated at me, disturbed, nervous. Emotions that mingling in her heart, drowning her that it becomes too easy for me to meet her outside when I secretly take her number on one of her maids and call her pumpkin in my first message.

One month... just one month of playing same as a good guy and she accepts me as her man with all my condition, obeying me without any hesitation, hide our relation as I order. Thus, in two months she gives me her innocence. And I will take it all, everything until nothing more is left.

The cold liquid run down in my throat as I drink, feel the chill fill my chest. A numbness slithers into my brain as I lay her photo on the table. I’m heartless, soulless, that words scream on my mind as I rest the empty bottle on the table. I stand, remove the towel on my waist and crawl to my bed naked. As I close my eyes, one thing is popping out in my thought, “no one is exempted.”