Sage.
"Why did you try to kill your own sister?!"
"What?"
"Is there something stuck in your ears? Why did you try to kill your own sister?!"
"Sage, slow down. What happened." Douglas said calmly.
"Remember the fucking bomb that happened yesterday during the meeting?! Well, guess what? Nysa was hit. And do you know what else happened?! Your damn number matched the number of the bomb's owner."
"No Sage, think about it. Where the hell was I at the time of the bomb?!" He snarls.
The rough tone of his voice bringing me back to reality. Sure he screams at me from time to time, but this... this is different. I'm not a baby, so I'm sure as hell not scared of a dominant voice.
It just surprised me.
Douglas has no reason to lie to me. Think Sage, think. What happened that day? One, I had one of the best nights of sleep I've ever had. Two, we ate pancakes downstairs. Three, we argued because Atlas slept in my bed. Four... what happened after that?
Then it hit me.
Oh my god. Douglas was with me. We were in the meeting. He had to be there because he's my damn right-hand.
"I-" Was the only thing that came out of my mouth as I slowly lowered my gun. Douglas turned around, facing his back to me and nodded his head down.
"No Sage, forget it. If you don't trust me, how am I supposed to trust you? Did you think I would do something to overthrow the mafia like that? To overthrow you like that? To try to kill my sister?! You guys are the only fucking family I have left. I wouldn't just throw that away."
"Doug, amor [love], I'm sorry...."
No answer.
Apologies. Not my thing. If you get an apology from me, it won't be good and it also will probably be the only apology you'll ever get from me. Douglas knows this. He shouldn't ignore such an important moment in developing my character.
"Look me in the eyes, damn it!" I cried out.
"Sage, go rest. You're clearly not in the right state of mind at the moment." He demanded as he walked out of the room.
So I did. I went to sleep. Or at least, I tried to. But my thoughts were keeping me wide-awake.
'You're clearly not in the right state of mind at the moment.' His words still roaring in my head. How the hell do I fix this? You messed up once again. Like you do every time Sage.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Another thought pops into my head.
What makes a (straight) man easily forget?
The answer you might ask?
Sex.
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Next day, 6:49pm
After finally falling asleep, I woke up around late afternoon... oh just face it Sage, it's evening already.
My plan from last night went into full motion, I put on a black lingerie set. The bra hugging my breasts perfectly. 'You're one sexy motherfucker' I think to myself when I look into the mirror. A smirk forming on my face. And a cardigan on top just in case my parents are still in the house.
I grab my phone to dial Douglas's number. My anxiety going through the roof as I hear my phone ring.
Please pick up.
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Growing Fires with Old Ashes
Romansa''While I was beating myself up over you. You were giving someone the butterflies that were meant for me.'' ----------- After years of being abandoned, drugs and alcohol, Atlas Bressett ends up becoming the new heir of the Usoro Mafia. He turned int...
