Niko’s Eye

Chapter 86.

"No Hay Problema."

Alejandro.

Isis emerged from the car in her long, skin-clinging, modest dress and Alejandro held his breath.

She had a tiny waist, like the ancient Greek goddess, Aphrodite. And her hips instantly placed a spell on him.

Her face was like the fire-gold glow of dawn, lifting his gaze and drawing him in but her body, and the dress of fine cyan cotton, popped against the deep bronze of her hue and hugged her figure like wet clothes.

Which stole the most part of his attention.

As you would imagine that a hungry lion does not pay much attention to the face of his prey but rather the prey itself and how appealing they are to their appetite.

And so it was with Alejandro. He was a predator and if he could bet his money on it, he had, without a doubt, captured his prey.

He broke his way into Isis’ life as would anyone’s foot, into a shoe.

Isis.

She only had her headwrap left to put on and she had decided that she would do that on her walk home. She took one look at her smiling face in the rear view mirror of the Jaguar and noticed that her thick brows needed another trim.

She sighed. Perks of being a hairy little goat.

She gathered her jeans and sweater and stuffed them in her backpack and before opening the car door, she scanned the car for any of her belongings that she might have forgotten to place in her bag and also made sure she left it as clean as she had found it before stepping out.

She was a little reluctant to go out there and face such an incredibly attractive man in what she now looked like, so she lingered in the car for a while.

She spotted a business card which seemed to belong to Alejandro but opted against picking it up.

Upon opening the door and climbing out, she caught Alejandro staring at her with a glossy look in his eyes.

What the hell was an attractive man like him doing ogling at a childish girl like me in a long ass dress that wasn’t even stylish.

She scrunched up her face and asked him what he was looking at.

Silence.

But then it hit her that she did look different. Especially considering the fact that she had also removed her hoops and her necklace. It was game over.

She shrugged and walked up to him.

"Okay," she said, putting her hands up.

"Go ahead. Say it. I know I look terrible as compared to the jeans I was dressed in but now you can understand why I change every day before I get to classes right? I’m trying to avoid the same horrified stares. Oh, and bear in mind that my family are hardcore Christians who hardly allow my legs to move freely in a denim material so that is why I don’t change inside of the house and that is how I ended up losing my dress. Did I explain that part? "

She tapped her chin thoughtfully and shrugged.

She pushed passed him and walked back to the pavement. And posed.

She then put on a broad smile and began to catwalk.

She then stopped and put up a finger as if to indicate that Alejandro should wait.

She proceeded in her backpack and pulled out her headwrap.

She turned around with her back to Alejandro and his employees and bent over, placed the piece of material behind her head and tied it in front of her head. She suddenly whipped up her head and secured her tresses in a messy bun.

She turned around and shouted, ’"Tada!"

She giggled playfully and picked up her backpack, immediately swinging it over her shoulders.

She spotted Alejandro’s female employer peeking at her with enormous eyes behind her glasses, which kind of reminded her of her own thick frames.

She smiled and whispered in her direction with a hand curved at the side of her mouth, "I’m not crazy."

Hello paranoia!

She refocused on Alejandro and took a deep breath.

Alejandro.

This hyperactivity could be put to better use. Alejandro let his thoughts carry him through this moment that he found painfully uninteresting.

He watched her carry on with her antics until…

She turned around and bent over. And instantly, his buddy woke up.

His ears perked up like a dog that hears its master calling it. He had to practice self-control and lightly slapped his right hand to numb the desire of reaching out to touch her rump.

If she can bend over so far forward…

He had an excellent habit of always thinking about making love to her at every single chance he got. No, not love. He thought. But f*****g…yes. Wild. Animal-like, intense..

He got snapped back to reality when she suddenly stood up straight and turned to face him.

Oh wow.

She had pulled her head wrap so much that it brought the corners of her eyes up in a slightly lifted manner and really accentuated her acorn-shaped face. She was lovely.

He had a smile on his face as he zoned out and hardly caught on, onto the rest of her ’show-and-tell.’

She whispered something to one of his employers behind him and he was too engulfed in her enigma to hear what it was. Nevertheless, he didn’t give a damn.

He only cared about one thing.

Getting her into his bed.

"The Girl Is Mine."

Isis.

What Ignatius had told Isis, wasn’t exactly what she was expecting but she couldn’t say that she did not see it coming.

Somewhere in her humanely loins, she knew that Alejandro was dodgy in more ways than one. But why?

She felt herself becoming even more drawn to him. She wanted to unveil the mystery of his cold heart, that is if Ignatius had spoken the entire truth.

Ignatius was extremely funny and they ended up spending the most part of the night, getting to know each other.

He was quite charming. But she knew better.

Nobody betrays their boss, whom they’ve been working with and earning gross amounts, just for humanity’s sake.

She needed to dig deeper. She wanted to start with Alejandro, by all means.

That night, after Ignatius had left, she had snuck downstairs to fetch her backpack from the coat hanger where she had placed it after she got home from lectures.

It was midnight and her mother always told her that midnight was the hour of witches and wizards. So she should join her mother in prayers, but in her own bedroom because she said that their spiritual battles were not the same so the room in which they fought, needed to be different as well.

Which added onto her fear of the dark as she slowly creeped down the stairs.

"In the name of Jesus, In the name of Jesus...", she repeatedly said under her breath.

Maybe you should repeat Jesus’ name the next time you see Alejandro.

She snorted so loudly at her own thoughts and held her mouth.

She got her backpack and slowly crawled back up the stairs.

While she was top-toeing past her mother’s room, she heard voices.

And strange noises.

Maybe she’s just busy with midnight prayers.

"...Yessss Sergio, right there…"

Isis froze dead in her tracks.

Huh?

Ignatius.

Ignatius was back in the confinement of his two-bedroom apartment and plopped himself onto his couch.

She’s so beautiful. God…

He was basking in the electricity of the thrill that he had just gotten from meeting with Isis in the still of the night. He thought it to be extremely romantic.

Forbidden love. Romeo and Juliet.

He shook his head and told himself to focus.

He did not plan on falling in love with Isis and if Alejandro found out about what had transpired a moment ago, he’d most probably lose his mind and he, would be jobless.

He licked his lips nervously at the thought and sat up straight.

But, his life could use some adventure.

It’s not the daily grind that I complain of, it’s the dull-gray sameness of my life outside of ’office hours’. And also, it’s time for a hero in this damn story. I would like for things to be rosy in my garden for once.

Ignatius smiled at his own thoughts and decided he should first focus on getting Isis to stay away from Alejandro.

"You’ll thank me later Isis, you’ll thank me later."

He jolted up when he heard somebody clear their throat in his hallway.

He took his gun out from under his sofa and called out, "Who’s there?"

Alejandro.

Alejandro parked his car far from Ignatius’ block because if there was one person who knew all of his cars well, it was Ignatius.

He had the spare key to Ignatius’ apartment because he was the one who got the apartment for him in the first place, with everything in it.

He took out a gun from underneath the driver’s seat and secured it onto his waist, behind him.

He walked up a couple of blocks to Ignatius’ building.

He got up the stairs to the top and took his right, looking for apartment number 57.

He found Ignatius’ apartment, turned the key in and made himself comfortable.

He sat himself down on one of the couches and felt a bulge under his left thigh.

He stood up and lifted the sofa’s cushion and found a steel-gray pistol.

He smirked. He knew Ignatius so well. After all, he trained him in sword-fighting and shooting.

He emptied the gun of its bullet, put the gun back under the couch and went wandering around the house, looking for alcohol.

The house that he had known so well already.

After a while, he heard Ignatius come into the house.

He was in the kitchen, having poured himself a whiskey, that tasted like piss. Poor Oliver, he thought.

And you thought you could steal my girl?

He stood still and placed his hand behind him, fondling his gun while he listened.

A good 5 minutes had passed by and he suddenly heard Ignatius speak.

"...You’ll thank me later Isis, you’ll thank me later…"

His body temperature shot up into his brain and he removed his gun from his waist and held it behind him, with both hands.

He cleared his throat loudly to scare Ignatius because he knew that his first instinct would be to take his pistol from where he had hidden it.

He heard Ignatius ask who was there. Your father.

He began to stroll casually back to Ignatius’ lounge.

"It’s just me Iggy. What’s got you so scared? Have you done something wrong to someone?" he asked sadistically, as he joined Ignatius in the lounge and stood with his feet apart and his gun still hidden behind his back.

Ignatius sighed in relief and lowered his own pistol, thinking he was in the clear.

"Sir, you can never be sure with these little thieves roaming around in Barbados."

Alejandro smirked and pulled a pensive look. "Thieves you say? Interesting what you would know about thieves."

Alejandro spoke really slowly and calmly. Like a Mafia drug lord.

He pulled his gun from behind his back and didn’t immediately aim it at Ignatius but he simply put the gun to his head.

Ignatius’ eyes widened and he tried to leap towards his boss but was stopped dead in his tracks when the gun was suddenly pointed towards him.

Gorgeous tactic Alejandro.

But Ignatius’ reflexes were on par too because he immediately raised his own pistol towards Alejandro.

"Mr Dominic Sir," he said. "What is the meaning of all of this?", Ignatius asked sternly.

Alejandro hysterically laughed just as he always did when he felt power rising to his head.

"I’m going to f*****g kill you for trying to mess with my s**t. Who the f**k are you anyways?"

He said it so calmly.

Ignatius was dumbfounded.

"That’s right you little s**t. I know about your slimy snake moves on my ladder. It’s mine!", he screamed. "Mine!"

He finally blew up.

Ignatius pulled the trigger as tensions rose and he was unpleasantly surprised by the revelation he had just received.

His gun was empty.

Alejandro smiled broadly and lowered his eyes like the animal that he was.

He reached into his pocket and took the bullets he had emptied out earlier from Ignatius’ pistol. "Looking for these?"

Ignatius had the most terrified look in his face. He dropped to his knees and began to beg for his life.

"I told you Ignatius Aguas. You know me so well. You double-cross me, you die. Simple."

He took out his phone and made a call.

"Guerrero, come to Ignatius’ apartment. Bring your men." he said, while coldly keeping his eyes on Ignatius.

"Sweet dreams Iggy."

He placed a bullet right inbetween Ignatius’ forehead and the man dropped dead.

Alejandro had killed Ignatius in cold blood, using an Assault Carbine.

A British firearm named, the silent killer.

He opened the door and left, leaving it open for his men to come and do what they did best - take care of the evidence…