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Chapter 36

Wesley's P.O.V

[2 days earlier]

I entered an old, rundown warehouse. Not a single window allowed a glimpse inside, as they were all tightly shut. The walls, once bare, were now covered with colourful graffiti, telling stories of forgotten artists.

A sense of unease washed over me, as if my intuition were warning me against this encounter with Blair. Yet, the mere thought of disappointing her wasn't something I wanted to see in this lifetime. And there she sat, poised on an armchair, tending to her nails. Her appearance was nothing short of perfection, exuding an aura of grace and sophistication. However, her choice of attire, a black and white pantsuit, cleverly concealed the wicked spirit that lurked within her. Strangely, her sidekick, Quinton, was nowhere to be found.

Blair's voice was overflowing with excitement as she asked, "Wes! Got any big plans for your birthday coming up?"

"Is there trouble in paradise?" I asked, noting the absence of Quinton.

I must have really struck a nerve, 'cause her eyes showed a mix of hurt and confusion, but she was quick to mask it. "He's on a business trip." Her words were delivered with an icy tone, one that I had grown accustomed to over time. "You never answered my question, Wes?" she added.

"Stop calling me Wes." I said in exasperation.

"Wow!" she started off, the rapid, escalating movement of the nail file against her nail bed produced an unsettling, grating noise. As she glanced downwards, she became aware of her mistake - her nail was now shorter than she had originally desired. Snapping it, she continued saying, "I was just trying to be nice; you know?"

"I don't think you've ever done something nice without getting something out of it."

In a display of frustration, she let out a contemptuous snort, "I've been way too nice to you!" Blair snatched her phone, dialled a number, and I knew I pushed her too far.

She commanded one of her goons. "You know what to do." Placing her phone on loudspeaker, the piercing sounds of Luca's anguished wails reached my ears. With every word, his anguished voice grew louder, urging me to rush to his aid, as he pleaded, "No! Stop! Stay back!"

"Blair, STOP! Don't hurt him." I demanded.

A sense of disappointment washed over me, causing my facial expression to shift into a frown, as her voice dripped with contempt. "If you want him to stop, you know what to do."

Her words caught me off guard - the mere suggestion that all I had to do was let her call me Wes if I wanted him to stop? The commanding tone in which she spoke caused my brow to furrow, as a wave of frustration and anger washed over me. Could it truly be this simple to put an end to his actions?

"Tick tock. Who knows if I will be able to get him to stop?"

I gritted my teeth and plastered on my fakest smile, "Fine! you can call me Wes!" Even though I felt like my insides were curdling, I was determined to appear pleased with the situation.

"Just hold up! At least for now." With a mischievous smirk on her face, Blair couldn't have been more satisfied.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

She grinned as she said, "Everything!" and gestured for me to stay put. She quickly returned, holding a tiny bottle with a spooky skull etched into it, which she tossed to me. It was filled to the brim with a milky white liquid. "I want Vinnie gone, but there's no way I'm getting my hands dirty," she said.

"What the fuck? Are you for real?"

"Yup." Her response was terse, and I could sense her unwavering resolve through the piercing intensity of her gaze.

"I'm NOT killing him!" I exclaimed, striving to convey the same level of determination through my voice.

Gazing at her nails once more, a look of dissatisfaction crossed her face as she uttered, "What's stopping you? He's nothing but a liar."

I couldn't help but scoff and roll my eyes as I said, "And I'm suppose to believe you."

Her hands clapped together with enthusiasm as she declared, "Very well then, now that he's off the hook, it seems like there's just one person left - and I'm pretty sure you know exactly who I mean!"

"But, but, why?" I asked with a certain desperation in my voice.

"Come on, Wes, it's not the time for "buts". Who are you going to choose? Your ride-or-die bestie who has always got your back, or your sorry excuse for a boyfriend who has been MIA for ages?" she said.

"I can't do that. I love them both."

"Greedy one aren't ya? Pick one NOW or else I will." she said. Her eyes holding a daring promise.

This was the biggest decision ever in my life - way more significant than my whole pineapple-on-pizza debate, or even more crucial than picking out my outfit for today. I mean, bros before hoes, am I right?

With mind ablaze, I said, "I choose. . . Luca."

I couldn't help it - being with him was all I wanted. I was so desperate to reunite with him; I needed to feel happy once more. These casual hookups weren't cutting it for me anymore.

"Good choice. I had a hunch you'd go for him. Just slip a little something in his food and we'll never have to deal with Vinnie again. Take him to that diner you love. You've got a whole week. Now, get outta here!" Walking out, I heard a yell behind me. "Remember, I've got eyes and ears everywhere."

Standing on one side, was Vinnie, my best friend who had been by my side through every twist and turn of life, a bond so strong that he felt like a brother from a different mother.

However, on the other side, resided Luca, the person who held the key to my heart, the one I yearned to be reunited with, longing to experience the warmth of his embrace.

I made the right decision, right? Right...

In a state of autopilot, I found myself steering my car towards our treasured hideaway, shared between Vinnie and me. This clock tower, abandoned and deteriorating, defied all expectations of ordinariness. Its shattered windows and exposed bricks created a refuge unlike any other.

The clock's hands were frozen at 11:11, an enchanting sight that held me spellbound. Despite the presence of vermin and illicit activities in the vicinity, we persisted in seeking solace within its peculiar and captivating beauty. Years may have passed since my last visit, yet every memory remained imprinted within these very walls. An overwhelming surge of emotions washed over me as I stood in the place that had once brought us immeasurable joy.

Overwhelmed with thoughts when it suddenly dawned on me. I was seriously considering offing someone. Just a little poison and my friend would be history. Vinnie had already been through so much, and who was I to ruin his shot at happiness? I flung the vial the ground and crushed it with my foot. Jumping into the car, I drove away, the weight of my transgression engulfing my entire being.

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Did Wes make the correct decision?