Freaking Snow white shoe
999 Words
CHAPTER 3
Snow white shoe! Freaking snow white shoe!!
Pinned to the floor, Aria glared at the stainless Louis Vuitton footwear that belonged to the man sitting on her armchair, pleased and amused by the sight before him. He was the only one dressed in white down to his shoe, the others wore black.
Tobacco scent was all over the room and she hated it. She hated that he was here. More so, she loathed the one that caused him to be here.
"Tsk Tsk Tsk!" The man puffed smoke into the air. "What a pity. Or should I call it karma?"
Aria squirmed under the lady's hold.
"A long time ago, when I was nothing but a young man who just wanted to afford three square meals, I witnessed your father pin my boss's son to the floor. It was with with the police but yeah what difference does it make? Right or wrong, who cares?"
Terror puffed another smoke into the air and tapped his shoes.
"So what do you think, my dear? Is it Karma?"
Go to hell! Aria wanted to spit at his face but she knew she'd only be making things worse so she opted for a glare instead.
Aria forced her head to meet him at eye-level but 'My flower', a nickname for the only female among his men, increased her strength. She slammed Aria's jaws against the floor and pinned it, pressing the cold metal tip of the gun into the back of her head.
"Aah!" Aria groaned, tasting blood in her mouth.
My Flower rested her knee on Aria's back, a delighted soft chuckle leaving her lips.
"Oh dear, I'd hate to be in your position. A victim of love but why should I care at all, that was your dumb choice. All I want is my money mi amigo."
Aria's eye socket grew moist as she is reminded of the mistake she had made, a costly one.
Just then, My Flower dug into Aria's brown hair and squeezed a bunch of strands. She yanked Aria's head up, forcing her into a kneeling posting.
Aria's scalp burned as her hands flew up to grip My Flower's wrist in order to lessen the pain. She sucked in breath and shut her eyes tight to bear the pain but My Flower wasn't done. Still clutching the bunch of hair, she dragged Aria closer to Terror.
Terror watched with one side of his lips drawing up into a smug smirk while still holding his pipe. He leaned forward, took out the pipe and puffed out smoke onto her face.
Aria coughed.
Terror leaned back and laughed, his belly bubbling up and down.
"You know, I really doubt that your father knows you're living in the s**t hole of Vegas. I don't understand why you can't crawl back to him. Ego? Self respect? Ai ya ya! You're admirable, only unfortunate to love an opportunist. But that's the game isn't it? Your father should have taught you that."
He took a hold of his walking stick and used the tip to lift up her chin.
"Life is one big casino. We all are gamblers my dear. Oh I would love to torture your father with the news of your miserable state but why hasten his death."
Aria gritted her teeth, seething within as she wished he'd just burn under her gaze.
"You must wonder why the hate. Don't judge me dear, I'm not the only one. There is a lot of us who envy your father. He committed one sin…"
He tapped her shoulder twice and lowered his walking stick. "... Being at the top."
He stood up, his fat mass making Aria to shrink beneath him. He was tall and fat and had tattoos all over, so his figure was threatening. A smoking pipe buttressed it. Men like him had money for guns and bullets.
"You have two weeks or you're gonna have to say hello to Hades for me. Got that?" He patted her cheeks and smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
He approached the door.
"Let's go My Flower." Aria heard him say.
My Flower gave her a hard shove forward and followed her boss, the other men followed suit and until Aria heard her door slam shut did she let out a sob she'd been preventing from spilling.
One sob. Two sobs. Three. Several…
She clutched the necklace hidden under her shirt around her neck and wished that Kevin felt her pain and contempt for him wherever he was.
She blamed herself for everything. How could she have been so blind and gullible? She gave him everything. How could she have been so trusting?
She had thought marrying Xavier Cruz would ber her going six feet under. If only she had known running away with Kevin was beyond six feet.
And her father…
She sobbed even harder.
Just then something vibrated, the sound carried through the floor into her ear drums made it louder than it seemed.
Aria's sobs ceased and her head perked up.
That was her phone.
She looked around but she didn't see it. It wasn't on the couch, or the arm chair where fatman sat minutes ago.
It buzzed again and Aria jumped to her feet.
She went to the round table but it wasn't there either.
With each buzz, her frustration increased.
She threw the covers off her small bed and upturned the pillows but it wasn't there.
"Where is this damn phone!"
Aria stood in the middle of her apartment, hands planted firmly on her waist. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in.
She listened.
It buzzed again.
Aria walked slowly to the couch, then got her knees and bent her body.
There it was, oscillating and blinking under the couch.
She let out a sigh and reached for it.
"Ms Morgan," the caller spoke immediately the phone was pressed to her ear.
"Denzel."
"Good news ma'am, we've got a buyer."
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