The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 13

“f**k you, Luz!” is what I say while I place a hand on my chest. I can feel my heart beating erratically underneath in utter panic from Luz's screaming.

“I was taken aback. I didn't mean to scream, I'm sorry,” she explains as she looks at the spider across the wall. To be fair, I would have screamed if I was the one who saw it.

“I thought something happened to you,” I state, concern obvious in my voice.

“Well, that spider happened to me,” she says, pointing at the spider. Its huge and hairy limbs send shivers down and up my spine just by looking at it.

“What are you holding?” She asks, looking down at the envelope in my hand. I follow her gaze, and I shrug.

“I haven't opened it yet, so I don't know what's inside,” I utter, going to the living room and sitting on a dusty sofa. Luz follows me and sits beside me.

“Let me open it for you,” she suggests.

“No, I need to see what it is first,” I quickly reject her offer.

“Okay, if you need to be alone, I'll just check what's up there,” she responds, pertaining to the attic. I only nod while my eyes focus on the envelope whose parts have patches of brown color from years of sitting inside the drawer.

The envelope is still sealed, and there is something on the back, but it's not legible anymore. Opening it, I see there's a piece of a letter inside. I take it out and read what it says, but it's just a letter from my mom's sister, who had already died a few years before my parents died. Heaving a sigh, I place the letter back inside the envelope. Maybe there's nothing I will see here, and I'm really just overthinking about my parents being involved with something before they died, but the man at their graves and my memory of my mother keep apologizing to me popping up in my head.

“Val, come up here. I found something,” I hear Luz yell in the attic. I stand up and climb up to the attic, Val's head pops up looking down at me, her expression excited.

“Look. I think your parents were amazing,” she comments, which makes me all the more curious as to what she found. When I reach the attic, I'm stunned at what I see.

“What. The. Hell,” I curse slowly, my voice filled with disbelief. In a brown, wooden box, there are various guns lying inside. How did my parents have this?

“Were your parents part of gangs or something?” Luz asks, curious and amazed at the idea.

“I don't know. I was so young when they died,” I respond as I crouch down and take a pistol out, inspecting it.

“Wait. Don't touch it, Val. You might accidentally pull the trigger,” Luz warns me, but she, herself, sits next to me and pulls out a gun eagerly.

“Let's place it back,” I say. I think it's the answer to what I'm asking. It might not have answered everything, but at least I have gotten an answer.

Luz and I place the guns back in the box and close the back before I remind Luz, “Please don't tell anyone about this. I don't know why my parents have this in their possession, but I hope this does not get out of here.”

“You can trust me, Val. But don't you really have an idea as to why they have this?” Luz asks, looking at me.

“No, not at all. All I know is that my parents were always busy, so sometimes I was left alone in the house,” I say, scanning the attic to see if we can find something else. There are big picture frames and books scattered around, and a few broken things.

Luz and I leave the attic and climb down. We're both quiet as we walk across the hallway toward the living room. I trust Luz, but I wish she had not seen the guns.

“We haven't been in your room,” Luz announces out of the blue. It also didn't occur to me until now.

“I have completely forgotten about its existence, but I'm certain there's nothing special in there. But if you want to see it, let's go.”

My room is located upstairs. When we arrive at the door, my forehead wrinkles in disbelief at what I see: my room is a complete mess. The last time I knew, before I left, I made sure everything was organized. I didn't bring anything with me, but I would never move out leaving my room in such a mess.

“Woah,” Luz comments.

“I think someone entered my room,” I say as I look at how disorganized everything is, and it's thrown in such a way as if whoever entered was looking for something. What's weird, though, is only my room is in this state.

“Wait. Are you sure?” Luz asks.

“I remember, I did not leave my room like this. If anything, I made sure I organized and arranged everything before I left the house,”I recount, my voice certain.

“Let's enter. The intruder might have left something,” Luz says, her voice quiet as though someone else is currently inside.

We slowly step inside, and I roam my eyes around: to say it is a mess is an understatement. It's a wreck. I swallow as I take in everything. Who could have done this?

"From what I'm seeing at the situation, I think they were looking for something specific,” Luz voices out. That's what I thought, too. They weren't looking for some random things, but something in particular that might be in my room. It's just weird that they didn't try looking everywhere in the house and only in my room. What could be in my room that they had to cause so much mess as if they threw the room upside down?

“I think we have to leave now, Luz. Whoever entered might come back here,” I urge, and Luz agrees.

Later, we're in the car heading back home.

“I've been thinking about what could be the reason why you wanted to go back to your old house, and what we've seen there was as if those were exactly what you came there for,” Luz speaks up her mind after a moment of silence. Luz notices everything, and she's smart.

“Why did you want to go there, Val? I hope everything is going fine with you.”

I turn my head to Luz and smile. “I can’t tell you, Luz. I'm not sure about it yet, but I'm really glad you came with me because I would not have been able to think clearly if it was only me. I wish I could tell you now what's happening, but until I'm certain of what's going on, it's better that I keep it to myself.”

“I understand, Val. Whenever you need me, I'm just here.”

I drop Luz off at her apartment, and after we bid goodbye, I turn my phone on, and I see messages from Nail; it's only then I remember that I asked for him to trace the number that kept texting me.

Nail said he had successfully traced the number, and it turns out it's not registered in this country; it's a foreign number, which does not make sense because how could a foreign number text me, and I remember they answered when I called.

I place my phone beside me with a lot more questions running in my mind, which only Rocco can answer, but I don't want to force him to answer me anymore: I want to find the answers myself. The guns in the attic and what happened in my room will lead me to the answers I'm looking for. I reach for my back and take out the gun I took secretly when Luz was climbing down the attic. I study it and turn it around in my hand; I know I will need this when the time comes.

I arrive at my apartment several minutes later, the gun tucked into the back of my jeans. I slip out of the car and head for my apartment. I don't know when I'll be needing the gun, but I will bring this with me all the time. I wipe the gun with wet wipes before carefully placing it in the drawers inside my bedroom. I leave and head to the kitchen. I haven't eaten homemade food in a while, so I decide to pamper myself today with food.

I open the fridge and take out a few carrots, broccoli, and pork meat. I place the meat in the sink to let it thaw for a while while I cut the carrots into a few slices; however, my hands stop when I hear someone knock at the front door. Frowning, I head for my room first, take the gun out of the drawer, and tuck it in the back before slowly making my way to the door. Looking at the peephole, I see that there's a man outside, his familiar back facing the door.

Reluctant, I pull the door open, and a towering figure greets my eyes. My heart starts to beat in my ears, and something stirs inside my s*x as the scenes of what we did the other day unfold in my head. Feeling myself heat up, I bite the inside of my bottom lip when he turns around, his green eyes burning me. What is he doing here? As usual, he covers his face with a golden mask. We stare at each other for a few seconds before I break the stare and ask, “W-what are you doing here?”

“Can I breach the contract?” He asks in his deep voice.

What does he mean?

“I'm not sure what that meant,” I tell him honestly.

“I meant to say, can I f**k you here?” he clears without any sliver of hesitation.

I gulp down, unable to respond quickly to what he had just said. How could he be so blatant about it?

Taking in a deep breath, I calm my mind and remind him, “I'm sorry. We signed a contract that stipulates we can't do it elsewhere other than the bar.”

And I shut the door close but just to open it again a second later.