A DEEP TANGLE

DEEP'S POV

I have always heard of the saying that the unexpected happens at the most unexpected places or times. I didn't know how true that was until three weeks ago now. My fiancee left me in the dark at the worst moment. I had hopes, dreams, and also plans for both of us because I thought what we had was as sweet and beautiful to her as it was for me. But on the contrary, it seems like it was so easy for her to throw the two beautiful years we were together away just like that. Why that was so easy for her, I still don't know.

I won't brag about being the perfect boyfriend. I know I am not. I have my own shortcomings; I have my flaws. I am not proud of that, but isn't that the reason why people sit down and have a civilized conversation? You know, you point out the mistake to someone and wait to see if they are willing to change or not before you can make a decision. Since when did walking away become the first option to solve anything? I didn't expect that from her. I never would have expected that my fiancé, whom I am set to marry in a few months, would do that. It's something that I have yet to understand.

Was I such a terrible boyfriend to her, or did I really mean nothing to her for her to leave me like that? I am still beating myself over that and preparing to answer all the questions that I have no answers to this weekend when I break the news to my parents. If there is one thing I am sure of, it is that I am ashamed to tell them the news because I know they will be devastated. They are so over the moon for our wedding. They are so excited about me settling down and giving them the five grandkids they want. Ironic! I wonder why they want me to have five kids while they have only one.

What a turn of events! Now they will have to put all those hopes aside indefinitely. Somehow, I am still hoping that before I talk to my parents, my girlfriend will call and we will talk about this, and my parents won't have to go through the shame of calling off the wedding. But if she doesn't, I don't know if I will ever want to listen to her.

Unexpected number one!

The second unexpected thing happened again a week ago. It seems fate is trying to justify this saying to me. Why that is, I have no idea. I love listening to music. It calms me down and refreshes my mind whenever I have too much on my mind. I have participated in and sponsored so many events, but never a music event. The show in Mombasa was my first, and it was worth it. I was able to meet the country's star, Gia Wilson.

This girl has power and magic. Everyone says so; I knew so, and I confirmed it. I have all her songs on my phone, and I will admit, the moment I saw her name on the list, I didn't think twice about being part of that show. I wanted to see her live on stage, and if luck was on my side, I wanted to shake hands with her. I had no other motive. Seeing her and exchanging greetings would have been enough, but then again, something better than that happened. Talk of the unexpected!

When I saw someone about to drown in the sea, I didn't know it was the famous music star. All I wanted was to save the person I saw, and without wasting time, I jumped into the waters, hoping I would get to her before she drowned completely. Standing in front of the confused lady, I couldn't believe my eyes.

All I saw in her at that moment was worry and fear behind her beautiful crescent eyes. I felt bad to see her like that, because that is not how I expected to meet her. I wished I could take away her sorrow. And when she looked at me the way she did, when her soft hand touched my face, the moment she leaned in, and the moment her sugar lips touched mine, everything stood still, and all I wanted was to give her the kiss she had initiated. If that was going to help her in some way, there was no way I was going to deny her. I kissed her back with the energy and intensity that I didn't know I had because I was still whining about being abandoned by my fiancee.

But Gia made all that vanish. I would have kissed her the whole day if only she had let me. That sweet kiss tasted like something I had never tasted. My, oh, my! Just remembering her lips makes me cry. Damn! Calm down, my beast!

After opening up, I realized she has problems bothering her, but I didn't want to push her away by invading too much of her private life. I wanted to just cheer her up. I wanted her close to me. Just like me, she needed to loosen up a bit and forget her worries for a moment, and I am glad I did that for her like she did for me. I feel the need to help her in any way she might need me to. I know she has problems with her memory and finding her family, but what I saw in her eyes is something deeper than that. Something else is worrying her. Something serious. What is the misery of that cage she referred to? What's caging her?

I want to find out what that is, so that I can help her. I hope she will let me. I have to set aside my thoughts for Gia and take this call from my buddy. Maybe he has already met her and has some information.

"Mr. Detective, sir!" I called through the line.

"CEO!" He answers. Paul is my best buddy. When your accounts are overflowing and your name is all over the media and magazines being referred to as a billionaire, these are the kinds of people you need to keep close to you because you don't know how many enemies you have out there. One good thing about detectives and private investigators is that they are not show-offs. People will think they are just common people you are hanging out with.

"Hey, man! What's up?" I ask.

"What is tying you down over there, man? I thought you would be back after the show." He says.

"That is what I thought too, man! But work, damn! You know that is the only thing that can keep me over here. I still have a few touch-ups before I can return." I say.

"Okay. Ahh.." He hangs midway. That must be something he is not sure whether to tell me or not.

"Paul? Are you there?" I ask.

"Yes, I am."

"What is it?" I ask.

"I don't know how you will treat this man." He says. This sounds like there is a foot in the mountain.

"Why? What happened?" That got me super curious because he sounds dead serious. I have a bad feeling about it. Has he talked to Gia already? "Hey, man! Your silence is freaking me out, you know.

"Well, alright. First, I want you to know that I am doing this against my client's wishes. I shouldn't be telling you this, so don't rant me out, okay?" He pleads.

"Okay, okay. I have your back. Shoot!"

"You remember you once gave me a job to investigate a man called Ejay, the owner of the Wells Club?"

How on earth can I forget that monster?

"Yes. What about that rotten jerk? And what does it have to do with me?" I ask.

"It seems like fate is making your paths cross again, man. He has something to do with your girlfriend's problems, Gia Wilsons."

I spring from my chair, my free hand clenching into a fist. Gia is involved with that man? How? This better be a joke. "First, Gia is not my girlfriend." Not yet, but even if it happens now, I wouldn't mind. "Second, how is she involved with that sick bastard?"

"He is the one who supposedly rescued her from her supposed accident, and he has been keeping her against her will for the past five months. As a matter of fact, she is hiding from him. Gia is in deep sh*t, Deep!"

That bastard!

"What did Gia ask you to do?"

"She wants me to investigate a lot of things. Did you know she is staying in your hotel?"

"Yes, she told me this morning." I explain.

"And you understand that that could get you into trouble. If Ejay finds out, he will surely drag you to hell again."

"Let him dare, man! I made a promise to him two years ago. I won't hesitate to fulfill it now. You know what? Try and help her the best way you can. I will be back by the weekend.

"Okay."

I knew it! She was going through something deep! I saw it in her eyes. I felt it in my heart that she was scared of something. And it turns out that it's a man who is causing her all that pain? And of all the people, it had to be that filthy scumbag? What did you make her do in that cursed club of yours, you jerk? I hope you didn't hurt her. For your own good, Ejay, I hope you didn't.

Before now, I just wanted to help her. But now I need to. She can't take down Ejay alone, and I am not going to let her fight that demon alone, nor let him ruin her like he does to anyone who falls into his evil path. She needs me, and I am willing to be there for her.

This world is really small, huh? I never thought I would meet this jerk ever again or have something to do with him. But it seems like fate wants us to meet again. I didn't have enough evidence to put you behind bars at that time. You took someone away from me two years ago. I knew it was you because I refused to help you with your dirty businesses. I am not going to let you take another one. No one, Ejay. If you think that just having a few government authorities in your pocket gives you the authority to ruin people's lives the way you want and get away with it, then you should also know that I am Deep Moore Azzua. I have more cash than you can ever imagine. If I have to play dirty just to see you behind bars, so fucking be it.

END OF POV