𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 ❦ (𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝)

Chapter 27

The Sparrow Hall is particularly agitated after 10 p.m. Even from my bedroom, I can hear people having fun. Since Solazzo had a conversation with Madam Lana, I have time for myself. No one in sight, now is the right time to call Mr. Iero!

I put on more casual clothes than Solazzo's suit and I head for the phone booth. I am feeling so awkward and embarrassed while waiting for him to pick up. The last time we met, it was at the club; he was there when Solazzo and I...

"Mr. Iero, it's me," I let out almost mechanically when I hear that he picked up.

"Are you encountering problems?"

"He trusts me now and I no longer need to perform on stage. I...I got some news that could interest you."

There is a pause on the other side of the line. "...That's great, I have got something for you as well."

"So, we are going to-"

"When are you available? I will send someone to come and get you."

"I am available for the next few days since I don't need to dance. Solazzo should also give me a break..."

"Tomorrow, 10 a.m. I will send someone to wait for you at the usual place."

"But you can't send Patrick anymore, though," I point out. "I am officially Solazzo's lover now. If Patrick comes back, he will be in danger if Solazzo sees him."

"Don't worry. If somebody asks, you will only have to day that you are going to the hair dresser. Delos' hair dresser."

"Just like that? Alright..."

I then discover from the girls of the club that Delos is the best hairdresser in New York, one of the most expensive too. Stars go there, it's well-known for its excellent service. They even offer a chauffeur service to their most distinguished clients. I think I know what Mr. Iero is up to...

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The next morning, I pretend to go to the hairdresser, using the name of Delos, and Madam Lana nods without questioning me. I decide to put on a nice suit. As I go through my clothes, my first reflex is to grab the one Solazzo gave me yesterday, but I also see the two other suits that I was offered in my life.

Hayley's beautiful suit, and Urie's distinguished albeit quirky one. This stirs up old memories. I wonder how those friends I lost are doing. A part of me hopes that one day, I will be able to see them again and apologize for disappearing. Perhaps I will even be able to explain it to them. One day, maybe.

I put on Solazzo's suit and leave the building. I get inside a familiar car. Patrick greets me enthusiastically.

"Oh, Mr. Way! It's been a while, you look spiffy!"

"Do I?" I grin. "Thank you, Patrick."

"What a shame I can no longer be your boyfriend, Mr. Way," he chuckles. I roll my eyes amusedly, hearing his absurd joke.

"Put on your seatbelt, we are going," Patrick tells me.

In the villa, the same as always, Mr. Iero is sitting in front of me and sips his coffee. "You first. What is new?"

Mr. Iero seems to be doing much better today. But a depressed aura is still hovering upon him. Why does he always look so haggard?

I start telling him about the brothel. "When I asked Solazzo to tell me about a dancer named Aria, he told me that he had more lucrative activities. One specifically. The "heaven". I mean, I suppose that those are the same places, but they might be two different entities. I don't know."