DEBAUCHED LOVE

CHAPTER 3

Adjusting his tie, one can tell the lean short man is intimidated by the man he sits across. He dreads having this conversation but alas he must do it and urgently

Clearing his throat, he addresses his boss

“Mr. Gonzalo, Your father clearly stated in his will that until you are married and remain married, you cannot take over the shares of the company your uncle holds”

"Crees que no lo sé? I’m telling you I need you to find an alternative” (Do you think I don’t know?)

Lorenzo’s deceptively calm baritone fills the room as he replies the man he’s at wits end with

“Y…your father was a very smart ma, God rest his soul. There’s no loophole sir. You’d have to get married and stay that way for at least a year. I’ve had other lawyers like myself read through it.”

Lorenzo slams a picture on the red spiral desk, frustration evident in his action, his face still devoid of emotions.

“There might be a way.”

He spins his chair facing the view of the city his all glass building permits. He watches intently as people bustle around the streets regardless of the fact that it is 10pm. Most of them look like they are headed in the direction of his cluster of many clubs, each according to their class.

Giving his lawyer time to decide how he will voice his questions, he mentally calculates how long it’d take for their meeting to end with the newly found means to escape his dead father’s clutches

Even dead the bastard still has ways to stress me, vieja bastarda (old bastard)

“ummm…who is this sir?”

Lorenzo spins his chair, returning his attention back to his lawyer

“That is Mrs.Gonzalo. Mi esposa” (my wife)

The sound of rapid knocks has Soraya jolting up from bed. The clawing pains in her head and body had since been reduced to a dull throb after a night’s rest and the last sleep pill she owns.

She hadn’t dreamt this time, she chalks that up to the pill lazily dragging herself off her bed

Who could it be?

She checks her phone, it’s 7am and Saturday. A day left till she has to leave the apartment. Andrea should be coming in the evening and Matt wouldn’t be back in the morning if he’d stayed out late yesterday which he’d done and with the ring he’d be having a field day at the casino. Digging them in more debt with his horrible gambling

Another knock brings her back to reality. She is about to go answer the door when she gets a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her jaw and cheeks look blue black. The cut on her eyebrow is a ghastly shade of red, her hair in a mess of blood clots as she’d been too week after cleaning up her blood everywhere to wash her hair. She’d only managed wiping her body off with a cloth and bandaging her entire belly with another cloth before falling asleep. Her palm still had injury lines where the glass had cut her.

The knock comes again, striking her into action as she hurriedly whips out her make-up bag from the termite infested closet. She picks out the yellow based concealer, hurriedly dabbing it away at her bluish black skin. Trying to cover up every hint of a bruise visible. She hurriedly puts a layer of foundation over the concealer, making sure it blends into her natural skin tone.

The knocks get louder, putting more pressure on Soraya

“Open the door Ma'am”

A deep masculine voice shouts through the locked door. Soraya’s hand stops mid brush stroke as she doesn’t recognize the voice. She snaps put of it as the man shouts the same sentence again, throwing on her robe and a hair bonnet before dashing to the front door.

Three hulk like men clothed head to toe in black stand outside the door visible through the peephole as she contemplates opening the door

“Who are you?”

The man who’d been doing all the knocking and shouting replies. His voice a steady rhythm

“We are at liberty to explain once you open the door. We aren’t here to hurt you”

“No offense but am I supposed to believe that?”

She spits out clearly not willing to open the door

“We will break the door. We’ve been given express orders to bring you in with or without applied force”

At that, Soraya tightens the belt of her robe, grabs her phone and takes off into the bedroom. Her loud footsteps alert the men as they breakdown the door in one swift movement. They troop in just in time to see Soraya pull her other leg through the bedroom window.

She doesn’t stop to look back as she enters the alleyway, earning curious looks from the drunks and shitheads as her feet pounds the gravel swiftly in a sprint. She doesn’t know where exactly she plans to run to but she’s running. She can hear the feet pound behind her as the hulky men chase her down the alley bumping into people on the way

Soraya swerves into another alleyway, sweating and huffing as she runs into her Landlady, an old junkie of a woman possibly in her late fifties with a face of a 90 year old from years of meth.

“f*****g swine! You better have my money or be out of my house ya hear me!!”

She shouts as the men hot on Soraya’s trail bump into her, pushing her into the heap of garbage.

Soraya is about to make a left onto the main Street when a black car blocks the exit. The right side is blocked off with a wall and the men advance from behind. Admitting defeat Soraya turns offensive as she charges the least bulkiest of the men screaming her head off.

The man plucks her 5’5 self off the ground his brown face scrunched up in annoyance. She kicks and claws to no effect at his arms as he hauls her across his shoulder her ass in his face

“Put me down! I don’t owe you s**t. Matt does! Helllllllp”

The people alerted by her screams turn a blind eye not willing to get involved in the situation noticing the size of the men.

The man throws her into the car, himself and one of his friends sliding in beside her before she can bolt. The last one goes in shotgun, as the driver pulls away

Soraya tries to club over the huge man that’d carried her into the car, cursing as he throws her back into her seat

“f**k you! Why the hell did you kidnap me! Helllllllp”

“The car’s sound proof”

The man that’d carried her in says, his voice weirdly lighter than his body suggests. It’s not as deep as the new men she’s weirdly been meeting

“If this is about Matt we can talk about it. I know where he’s at. He’ll I can lead you there”

She cries panic filling her voice as she pleads the man

How do I always get myself into messes.

“Please you need to listen to me!”

The man faces her again. His eyes flashing with irritation

“We don’t know who this Matt you speak of is. We are here for you, nobody’s going to hurt you so calm down.”

Turning her attention to the other man as she has seen she’s getting nowhere with the first man, she changes tactics

Voice soft and sultry she places her hand on his thigh

“Let’s talk about this. Just let me go. We can strike a deal”

She trails her hands up his thigh, the man stiffens in response to her antics. She smiles feeling his response to her as she gets closer to her target, his d**k.

The man beside her snickers as he plucks her hand of his thigh just as she’s about to hit jackpot

“We are not going to hurt you Madamé. And I’m gay”

Soraya groans as the man’s French accented words resonates around the car. The man that’d carried her in is having the time of his life as his irritation morphs to amusement. His laughter fueling Soraya’s irritation. He seems to be the only one doing more than focusing on the road.

Soraya checks her phone, it’s 8am

Oh God, I hope I’m back before Andrea gets back. She can’t stay alone with Matt. I know I haven’t prayed to you or s**t but please help me