Alone in solitude
From the past two years, this is the day I've been left alone for a whole of 24 hours. I was in awe at myself. I wasn't feeling bored at all.
The whole day went into spending time in my study room and cleaning all of my rooms to perfection. I loved my new life.
Though, I'm positive that Aaron only gave me some space. To clear my mind out.
I know for sure he is somewhere out there killing people and torturing them because... they hurt his company.
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AARON'S POV
There was blood on my blue shirt again. I close my eyes and stare at the blond American guy in front of me. He was half Russian, and involved in trying to steal our stock market plans and future ideas. I was pissed. Even more than usual.
That resulted me in deforming his face with the metal knuckles.
I take them off, grieving at the blood and pieces of muscle stuck to it. I ask Ms. Smyers to take care of the rest. I've been feeling guilty for involving Ms. Smyers too much into my own shit. She's only my investigator, a detective hired for my company.
But I'm dragging into my mafia non-sense.
I see her disappointed face. I raise an eyebrow.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Ms. Ravine is at home. Alone." She says.
"What about it?" I ask, washing my hands while the man half unconscious and tied on the chair groans in pain. As the high of blood lust reduced, I felt pathetic.
Ravine was right.
I wasn't the old me.
My old me would never allow myself to be trapped in the issues of the underworld.
But as a CEO, I must do my best to protect my company from pests.
However small, there is no guarantee that it'll grow big enough to swallow my Enterprise.
"She needs you there. Not here, boss."
"So now I'm beginning to take orders from you." I say in a bitter tone. I see her eyes as wide as saucers.
"That's not what I mean, boss. I'm sorry—"
"I appreciate tour concern for my personal life. It's something I and my partner will discuss—" however, I was cut off as she begins to speak. I look at her with my cold eyes, wiping my hands with a towel.
"Do you even realise how cold you've grown in these past years, boss? I mean it respectfully, but I hate to see you lose your very character while maturing into a tough man you ought to be." She says. Her words hit me in the heart.
"When you are in my place, you'll understand." I repeat the same words I said to Ravine, yesterday.
"I heard that already, boss. But think about Ms. Ravine. She dies a little everyday knowing you're involved into such matters. Everyday, she holds her heart in her hands and prays you come back alive and unharmed.
You're putting her through trauma, which she doesn't deserve."
Ms. Smyers always had a strong wordplay. It often beat me down humbly.
Today, I just couldn't admit my defeat.
Without another word said, I begin to leave while my hired people clean up the mess for me.
I was back in my mansion.
My mom, her friends and the many bodyguards were stationed here. I was alone in my room as it began to rain usually tonight, too.
I poured myself a glass of whiskey as I sat on the bed.
I caress the silk sheets, remembering my lovely girlfriend. I miss her already.
She's asked me for some space. I granted her her wishes. But I forgot to think about myself.
I'm clearly suffering. Every moment that passes by, my head spins back towards her. Thinking about her.
I miss her smile, and I would absolutely hate my existence if I thought of a breakup.
But... I've come back home alone without her because I want to get rid of Gabriella in my own way.
I don't want to end up risking Ravine into my mess. Never again.
They've done enough for me, and I'm grateful for their cooperation with catching my betrayer uncle and cousin.
Gabriella... Gabriella...
Where the fuck are you...?
