The Viper's Bite

003: The Untold Beginning

On my 18th birthday, I was waiting for my father to tell me to move out as soon as possible, and I was so ready that I had packed in advance. However, he never said a word, just like every other day.

When I tried to leave on my own I was stopped by the guards from moving out. More likely notified.

I don't understand, if they don't like me and whatsoever why are they keeping me with them. I'm just better off without anyone.

I feel like I didn't talk to anyone in my entire life. I completed my graduation after fighting for so long because my father didn't want to waste money on anything unnecessary.

I worked part-time from place to place just to cover my tuition. I could have had it all easy but fate just wanted to show me the worst side of the world and I had to adapt to that side without any choice.

Bang!

I watched from my balcony with a cup of coffee in my hand as my father shot the guy's head. It's nothing new. Happens very often. Falling in love was forbidden. Considered a grave sin.

Often the bodyguards and maids fall for each other and whenever they are caught, one of them is killed considering their contribution to the cartel. The least useful is killed. Easy as that.

I sighed as I watched the maid crying her heart out, but she couldn't even mourn properly as she was pulled inside by others. And the guy's body was taken to the dungeon clinic.

Irony to call it a clinic. Now he will be chopped into pieces and the valuable parts of the body will be sold to the black market.

I threw away the cup in the garden and went inside the room. Things like this angers me the most. I k ow they are workers but it doesn't mean they don't have the right to experience their own life.

I threw the lather jacket over my shoulder, picked up my helmet and went downstairs. I need to cool off my head.

"Where are you headed?" Mr. Russo asked. Calling them my parents feels like a humiliation.

"I'm not obliged to report every f*****g things to you now, do I? Enjoy your lunch and when you need a head on your platter call me." I walked out of the door without looking back.

My reckless behavior only a rage bait. I want him to personally kick me out of this suffocating house. Of course, I'm afraid that someday I might get chopped into pieces.

But I know his weakness about me and that's the only thing that's giving me the audacity. I'm his best trained fighter. Yes, better than the boys.

All my life, surviving was the only thing going on my head and that's what made me desperate to fight better, run better, kill better.

I'm not his right hand nor his left hand neither his main guy to protect or to be with him in his every deal.

When both of his sons were raised to be the next heir, I was trained to protect the man of the house when the vicious time comes.

I was driving aimlessly, I'm running every time I see him doing this unnecessary thing. Which is completely optional.

Whenever I see the lovers crying for their partners, I kept going back to that one particular raven haired man.

12 years passed.....

But his screams still echo through my head. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't noticed I already reached the bar.

A secret bar I opened under my name, far from the mansion, under a fake identity.

"Eve!" Brandon screamed my name. I threw a smile and side hugged him.

I had no female gentleness or a princess vibe in me. All my life I've been living under lather jacket, denim pants, some t-shirt. Just like a jackass biker boy would dress.

Brandon is a host in my bar. One of the handsome and top host. The first time I found him was on the road, beaten to pulp. If only on that rainy day I hadn't came biking, I wonder what would have happened to him.

"Love, one regular." Love is just another pure soul I just happened to save from getting assaulted. Her parents sold her and after that she was sold 3 more times before I found her.

"it's been so long, how have you been?" Love asked.

"Just as usual." I gulped down the shot and slammed the glass on the counter and gestured her not to pour anymore. Old man might notice my smell.

"Something happened at home?" Belle asked as she continued to sit on my lap and caressed my lips. I removed her hand and kissed the back of her hand while properly made her sit on my lap so that she doesn't fall on her butt.

"Well, s**t happens all the time." I looked around the bar to see if anything was going on.

"But you have been visiting less and less." Belle whined.

I just smiled at her and picked her up by the waist to made her sit on the other chair.

"I have some things to check on, go ahead enjoy." I winked at her at went inside.

The workers working for me are mostly saved by me somehow. As if God was making them suffer so I can find them and friend zone them.

My look was always a problem, the fierce look had my classmates on chokehold, the reason why I've been alone.

But now, looking at them feels like home, as if they were the real one and I dodged all the bullets.

"How is the work going?" I walked into the room where my hosts were gathered. Their head snapped towards me and the smile of their face told me I belonged here.

"EVE!" All exclaimed with joy. And I returned the smile gladly.

"Is their any problem? Any customer causing problems or anything you need me to fix?" i asked them as I leaned against the doorframe.

"Nope, all good." I smiled at them for the last time and walked further inside to inspect how things were going. Because if s**t goes down this is my hideout. Gotta keep it in shape.

I visited every room and cranny and found everything on point. Means my fund were raised well. Business hour about to start, the customers the occupying the rooms one by one.

I was heading back to the main entrance, to the bar counter while spinning the keys on my finger. I was about to turn right and I bumped into something rock hard, making me fall on my back. My perfectly done bun has opened up, leaving my long wavy hair sprawled everywhere.

"s**t, embarrassing as fuck." I mumbled under my breath so that only I can hear it.

I looked up to see the rock hard thing was someone's chest. And the man!

Gorgeous.

And

Handsome.

And

Green eyed.

And

A MAN!

I was dumbfounded by this mesmerizing beauty. I never knew men like dream actually exist. I always dreamed of a dominant figure as my lover who can hide me from the world. I don't know for how long I was staring at him half-seated on the ground.

He hesitantly extended his arms and only then I snapped back to reality. And when I stood up, I was even more mesmerized.

When I tell you he was tall, but he is tallest I swear. I'm 5.9" and he was a whole head and neck taller then me. He was literally towering me.

"H-Hi, I'm T-Theodore, Theo is fine." Holly-molly, I didn't expect him to stutter. And what's with this rush? As if he was going to miss a whole chapter in his life.

"Hi, I'm Evelyn. Call me Eve." I took his hand and God! My hand was literally half of his hand. I feel like my brain is melting from the overstimulation.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you." He exclaimed as we seperated our hands.

"It's totally fine. Some things are bound to happen." I fixed my hair a little as I felt little and messy in front of him.

"Did you get hurt anywhere?" Well, you were supposed to asked this the first thing when someone falls. But okay, who is complaining though.

"No no, I'm completely fine. Where were you headed though, if it's not that important can I treat you to a drink?" Oh I couldn't wait anymore. Straight to business. Getting to know isn't that bad. I can always skip if something doesn't feel okay.

"It is important but it can wait." He said as he gestured his hand towards the bar area, "Please." He offered.

"Sure!" Little teenage inside me never died and she was jumping and making a mess in me.

As soon as my eyes met Brandon's I eyed him to ignore me, act as if they don't know me.

"What would you like sir." Love asked as soon as we sat down on the stools. Seems like Brandon already informed her.

"What would you like?" Theo asked me.

"Anything that you think suits me." He just threw a smile and placed the order, as I was just eyeing him like some hungry beast.

"So? Are you really okay?" He asked once again.

"I'm! Don't worry it's nothing." I get hurt 100 times more om daily basis so it didn't even felt like anything.

He was wearing gray sweatpants and black half-sleeved t-shirt. His biceps were on show, tattoos looks so f*****g sexy. In my head I was unpacking him like a wild beast.

Be polite. Something inside me warned.

And just like that my unplanned first date were happening and my teenage self was witnessing our untold dreams coming unfold.

We talked for a long time and so many things. Like some fun activities we do at homes. I possibly couldn't just tell him I'm a murderer.

Vibrate

My phone vibrate and I was forced to cut our conversation short because Mr. Russo called me personally. Asked me to bring some materials from the office.

"I'm so sorry, my father needs my help." I sadly sighed.

"It's okay, I already probably wasted so much time of yours." What the hell is he even saying.

"No way! This is the best moment so far in my life achievements!" His face lit up immediately.

"Um.. Can we exchange contact if it's possible?" He hesitantly asked and who the hell am I to reject THIS MAN!

"Actually, let's test fate." He confusedly waited for me to finish. "Same time, next week, same day. If we both make it here as planned, yes, I will exchange our contacts."

I saw his face saddened a little but lit up right after. "Okay! Same day same place same time next week." He pressed his lips and smiled.

And just like that I left him behind, hope we meet again.