Epilogue
Michael,
They think that they can take her away. They think that they can take her from me.
Do they think that I would sit still and allow it? Lola is mine, since the day she was born on this earth.
She belongs only to me, and not even god can claim her. Not even death can take her away from me.
I would follow her to the depth of hell and I would never care who will get hurt in the process.
I have watched her since the day she opened her beautiful eyes. I watched her grow into this amazingly beautiful young woman.
I was about to tell her that she is mine after her eighteenth birthday in a few weeks.
But then this shit happened. Those bastards had taken my Lola away, thinking that I would stay still and watch.
When people look at me and see my smiling, cheerful face, they think of me as we
āYayo, yayoMoo la lahYayoBitch better have my money,Yāall should know me well enough,Bitch better have my money,Please donāt call me on my bluff,Pay me what you owe me,Ballinā bigger than LeBron,Bitch, give me your money,Who yāall think yāall frontin on?Like brrap, brrap, brrap āāJesus Christā I shrieked when I saw the old lady that was lurking behind me, giving me the stink eye disgusted.āI want a copy of Macbeth, rental two weeks period.āI tried to slow my heartbeats and move. This woman almost gave me a heart attack. I went to the shelves to get her the book she wanted, and who buys or rents a book this late? Itās 10 pm for Godās sake. Isnāt she afraid that someone would rob her or, worse, kill her?āHere you go maāam, this would be.....āāI know what the cost is, here.āShe threw the money on the counter and went mumbling something about kids these days who have no shame.Wow, I love Sundays;
Waking up with a massive headache and a dizzy head, I closed my eyes, trying to suppress all that hazy feeling, but with no luck. Opening my eyes again for a moment, I didnāt know where I was. Looking around again, I remembered everything that happened at the restaurant yesterday, fighting the Italians, the shooting, the stab. Everything rushed to my head quickly, making my headache unbearable.I groaned in frustration, but froze when I saw her sleeping in a small chair. The girl that saved my life that night, she looked so small, so fragile, so naĆÆve and so fucking stupid to do what she had done. How could she be so stupid to help a total stranger like me and put her life in danger? She could have been hurt, hell she could be killed.I stood up, walked slowly towards her, and just thought about everything again. She saved my ass, but does she really donāt know who I am?Why did she help me in the first place?Does she want anything from me?I breathed a couple of tim
āAriel, wake up. Youāre going to be late for school.āāARIEL..... You better get your ass down here after ten minutes or I swear to God, Iāll drag your sorry ass to school wearing your pajama. āI groaned in annoyance and tossed around, a big yawn escaped my lips. I opened my eyes slowly blinking, then shrugging, and again drifted back to sleep.āARIEL.āāDamn it, just calm down woman, Iām awake.ā I shouted back at my mother that woman doesnāt chill.I stretched like a cat and turned around my face buried into my pillow; I inhaled deeply and sighed. Closing my eyes, I smiled softly and rubbed my face all over the soft fabric, enjoying its sweet masculine smell. I sighed again, enjoying the sweet feeling. After two seconds I shot up looking around frantically searching for the stranger who I found yesterday. Just as I was about to get out of the bed, my bedroom door swung open and my angry momās face greeted me.āSo Iām gonna drag you out of bed then.ā She said,
I punched furiously for the millionth time today; I changed my stance panting, all my body was covered in sweat, feeling hot and exhausted, but still I didnāt let that stop me. Even though my knuckles were ripped open and bleeding but I ignored the pain. Physical pain is nothing, but emotional is much worse because I hate feelings, being fragile and the worst of all is being helpless.I punched again, aggressively. The bunching bag rattled under the force. No one hurts my family and that stupid fucker, Giovanni and his assholes, crossed the line. After trying to, or almost killing me, they gain the confidence to mess with my business. I donāt give a shit about that; it was like your brat son is making some mess to gain your attention, but yesterday they went insane when they killed two of my men working at one of my clubs.āWoah, easy man. What did the poor punching bag do to you?ā Leo entered the gym with a big concerned frown on his face.āGab, itās been almost five h
Insomnia.......Itās been three days since I had a decent sleep. I canāt concentrate, I canāt communicate with anyone, I canāt even participate in anything. Itās like my mind wants to be shut off of anything and everything. Yep, Iām going into a deep depression and the best thing is Iām all alone. I didnāt see my mom since Monday and it is Friday today. God, I just want to stay asleep and never wake up ever again.Ugh, is it that time of the month? Damn you, periods. Thatās why I hate being a girl; though itās early for that torture....... ugh I need to get up.I rolled over the bed and kicked like a little kid, but because I knew itās the last day of the week, I thought itās better to get it over with.God, I hate high school, so much drama, and hormones. Yep, itās all about hormones. I chuckled lowly. Iām sulking, and itās only 6 in the morning. It is going to be a LONG day, man...... I hate my life.I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and didnāt bother to tame my ha
āSeriously, Rine. Iām not in the mood for clubbing right now. Besides, I look awful.ā I said while she dragged me to the kitchen to ask Daniel for permission to leave early. I wasnāt kidding about looking awful. My eyes were puffy and red, my face was swollen and has traces of tears, my nose was blocked. I was a walking mess.āActually, this is the perfect time for clubbing because you feel like shit, so we need to fix it.ā She chirped happily, still dragging me.I huffed and cursed her in my head. Sheās a stubborn bitch, I know itās done, Iām going, like it or not.āNot to mention that I donāt have any ā Dresses ā to wear, heck I donāt even have a simple sundress.ā I said annoyed, saying dress sarcastically.āDonāt worry boo I got your back, and actually I bought you a sexy dress as a birthday gift, and girl you are damn lucky to have me as a best friend because this is going to be perfect.ā She squealed.We entered the kitchen, and Daniel smiled, greeting us.āWh
I groaned and closed my eyes tighter to block the light; I tried to use my arm as a shield, but I couldnāt. There was something heavy preventing me from moving. I groaned again, annoyed, but then I felt the little movement of a warm body next to me. Opening my eyes slowly, I looked down at that warm body. It was her, Ariel. She was sleeping peacefully snuggled at my side. Half of her body was above mine, her right arm around my torso, her right leg between my long legs, my right arm holding her tightly closer to my body. I used my left hand to brush some curls away to be able to see her beautiful face; she sighed and snuggled even closer. I smiled and searched for my alarm clock to check the time. 09:00 Am! I slept more than 8 hours?! Thatās a first. I looked back at Arielās serene face again and remembered yesterdayās events. It was a hectic day, no doubt. After coming back from the Vegas meeting, I was discussing the new secur
I finished quickly and headed to the second floor to see what kind of information did Leo get.I didnāt forget what happened yesterday, even though I look composed and calm, but deep inside I was seething. I canāt believe something like that happened in my club, to my Ariel. My Ariel?!Since when did I consider her mine?Since you gave her your necklace and marked her as yours ... I still donāt get it. Why did I do that? Itās like another me did that. I snorted. Itās true. Itās the other you alright, the beast inside you wanted her and when it wants anything, it just gets it. But why her? Sheās eighteen, for Godās sake! Does it matter? Sheās your woman now. Your beast claimed her as his... as yours.My beast.....Cerberus.......My mother gave me that name since I was a little kid saying that I have the soul of a beast, a hellhound, Cerberus, the mythical dog that guards the underworld, Hell.When did I ask my father why Cerberus?She said because I am like h