The Cure

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Charles

Arriving at Tom’s office, the deafening sound of the sound system playing in the club’s main hall softened. At least there is one thing that is good about being in his office besides the bad news he is about to propose.

Tom told me to sit down while he prepared the drinks for the two of us. I can’t even begin to describe how happy I am that he decided to not be with Belinda in here. The girl is always all over the place.

“Let us get straight to business, I want to understand why I am here instead of a showroom pushing Zeno against the box as if my life depends on it,” I told Tom while lifting his whiskey glass to my lips.

By looks of it, he seems hesitant to start the topic, maybe the alcohol has not kicked in on his system. Hence, his cowardly nature is getting the better of him. Poor foolish Tom.

If only he knew that I came here knowing everything that transpired or maybe knowing more than he does. At the end of the day between the two of us only I know where Zeno is.

Focusing my eyes on Tom I see beads of sweat coating his face. His eyes move all over the place. The fear in his eyes is visible despite him going all the way trying to hide it. I can see through his façade, he is scared and yes he should be. This stupid almost ruined my life, he almost killed my man.

Minutes passed as he kept gulping one glass of whiskey after the other, fiddling with his hand after the fifth glass. So, the alcohol has finally kicked in. I watch him as he raises his head to look me straight in the eyes.

He then started off by clearing his throat and said, “Mmmh, Dr. Charles I am well aware that we have a contract that specifies that Zeno is your property. That I keep him in the club as a waiter while you pay for the room he lives in and the arrangements of the play the both of you perform using the club’s equipment. The thing is…..” he cut off midsentence. God knows I want to hear what he has to say for himself, how he justifies abusing my man up to the point where he tries to escape him.

“The floor is all yours, Mr. Tom, I am all ears,” I tell him, instilling more fear in his already frightened self. I am not letting this bastard go that easy.

I hear him starting off again, “Well, Zeno escaped the club,” saying the words he stood up keeping the distance between us. He doesn’t know my mafia identity but he sure does know how people behave when they are heartbroken.

Not giving him time to further explain I talk back to him giving him a long string of questions, questions that hold the potential of confusing him.

“What do you mean by Zeno escaped?”

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“How did you let him escape?”

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“Where were you when all that happened?”

“How could you be so careless with him that he even managed to escape right under your nose?”

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“What did you do to him that made him want to escape the club in the first place?”

He kept quiet throughout the questioning session. From time to time he would raise his head, looking at me seeing all the anger in my eyes he would gulp nothing and duck his head back down. The last question caught him off guard that he opened his mouth to say something but no words seemed to escape his lips.

The guy paled at that instant, this is no longer about us, or Zeno escaping the club. It is now about the honor of the club. The matter of what step I decided to take against Tom after he made me lose my sugar baby. About how other clients would react when they hear this. About how more other workers of the club will follow in Zeno’s footsteps. The old man is in real trouble and that is none of my business, I want my man back.

“Mr. Tom, I am talking to you,” I told him looking straight into his eyes, further igniting his fear.

“I am well aware that Zeno’s escape is a loss for you Dr. Charles, but this is life we cannot cry over spilled milk,” as soon as those words escape his lips, I feel the argue to strangle the guy gets worst. I had to put in a lot of effort to stay in place.

“Oh, you should not worry Dr. Charles, I will get you a new boy, the more handsome one. I have bought new beautiful sugar babies, both girls, and boys and you will be the first one to choose. I will also compensate you by training your new sugar baby to best fulfill all your needs.

I can’t believe the nerve of the guy to offer me a new sugar baby after knowing how I hate sharing my things. The same reason behind me buying Zeno from him. I did not want Zeno to get attached to me, which made me ask them to blind him every time I spend a night with him for two years. Again I also hated seeing his body full of bruises sustained in the sessions he had with other men.

“Listen to me well Tom, I don’t want a new sugar baby. I want my Zeno and you will give me back my Zeno in one piece with not even one scratch on his body,” with that being said I made my way toward the door. Tom will have to find Zeno for me, for the survival of the club, and for his own reputation. To top it all up he will find him in one piece, unharmed. Soon I will have my man back in my arms.