An Eye of the Cosa Nostra (Tres Patroncitas #1)

CAPITULO 9

HELLIXIR WAGON

"What happened to your face Doc. Rhyle?" Isaiah asked, one of my friend.

We're here at the coffee shop in front of the hospital, "Uh... it's hard to explain but you don't have to worry about it."

"Paano kung magka scar yan?!"

"I already talked to Doctor Thompson, hindi yan magiiwan ng scar at daplis lang naman-" napatigil ako sa sasabihin ko nang mapagtanto ito.

"Daplis? Daplis ng ano Rhyle?"

"D-daplis ng... ng... sharp object sa bahay." Umiwas ako ng tingin.

"Ano ba talaga nangyari diyan?"

"I told you, it's nothing, and look, I'm fine as hell, gagaling din yan." Sabay higop ng kape.

"Sa susunod ay mag iingat ka, look what have you done with your face." Nagtatampo niyang sabi.

"Okay, okay, chill."

We left the coffee shop when we noticed that the sun starting to set, I was about to go back to my office when I noticed someone sitting on the bench, here in the hospital we have a huge land field where patients can find a peaceful space, when I walk towards the familiar guy, I sat beside him.

"What are you doing here? Pagabi na, dapat nasa loob ka na ng hospital." Sumandal ako at tumingin din sa sunset, kagaya niya.

I saw him looking at me while his brows furrowed, nagtataka kung bakit ko siya kinakausap, "Gusto ko, anong magagawa mo?" He sarcastically replied.

"Whom are you with? Mendel? Or Copeland? Where are they? You shouldn't be here alone."

His gaze pierced into the sunset, "I wanted to be alone, then here you are, tsk." He bitterly said.

"Is that really what you are?" I asked him.

"Ever since, when I was a child, I was born to be a leader of a black organization, we both know that we're mortal enemies."

"Can we forget about the black organizations just for now?"

Taka siyang tumingin sa akin, hindi makuha ang aking gustong iparating.

"Let's pretend that, you and I didn't know each other as a leaders of black organizations." He nodded, getting the hint now.

After ng nangyaring bakbakan ng mga black organization ay parang gusto ko munang magpahinga, hindi naman sa ayaw ko na, pero.. laging ganoon nalang ang buhay ko, simula pa noong nasa spain ako, simula noong sinakop ng galit, puot, at pagkasuklam ang sarili ko para sa mga lalaki, wala na akong inisip kung hindi paghihiganti, years ago I already accomplished that mission, nakaganti ako sa kanila, pinahirapan ko ang mga ex ko, pero... yung mga kagaguhang iniwan nila sa akin ay narito parin, nangako ako sa sarili ko na titigilan ang pagiging mafia once na makapag higanti, hanggang sa kinalimutan ko na ang salitang 'makuntento', at nag tuloy tuloy ito hanggang sa parang naging ecstasy ito sa akin, kating kati ang mga kamay kong pumatay, at hindi ako papayag na malinisan ang baril ko kung hindi dugo ng tao ang gagamiting panlinis, I wash my guns with blood.

"Okay, Hi, Doc. I'm X-ther Faughn Cienfuego, I'm an engineer and an architect and I'm currently confined here, I'm 27 years old, nice to meet you." Cienfuego offered his hand.

I accepted it, "I'm Rhyle.. Rhyle Hellixir Imferion Wagon, I'm an attorney, doctor, and CEO, nice to meet you too." I smiled on him.

Pareho kaming napatingin sa sunset, "Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him.

He shook his head, "I lost my girlfriend since then, ikaw?" Nagmukha kaming mga teenager na nasa getting to know each other stage.

"No, I have no plan to have one." I smiled.