A Taste of Darkness

Chapter 20: Jealousy

Julio

We all enter the club of my meeting while I endlessly try to not look at Scarlett again for the whole journey. I knew if I took one more look at her, I'd lose control. And that's something I could never do.

I don't know why I was so hellbent on resisting my urges and temptations ever since I've met her, I've never done so with any other woman. I fuck and forget, no hesitancy, no doubts, always.

So why was it so different with her?

Perhaps it was because I knew that if I gave in, I would never be able to stop, never be able to get enough. Maybe it was because something in the back of my mind knew that there was something else there, something I have never had happen to me before, but it won't tell me what it is. Maybe I secretly and unknowingly wanted something else this time, I just didn't know was it was.

However, just because I refuse to look at her, doesn't mean that she's left my mind. In fact, it's like she's permanently taken over my brain, my thoughts. And that infuriated me like nothing else. I keep picturing her in that dress surrounded my a club full of disgusting men, men who would do anything to get a shot with her, because even I can admit- even if I didn't want to- that she looks fucking irresistible. She always did. The only reason I eventually reluctantly allowed her to come with us here was because I remembered that I have fists.

Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I go over what everyone should and shouldn't do briefly, making everyone nod in agreement while also looking at everyone but Scarlett. Although I couldn't see her, I could feel her furious stare burning into my skin from where she was standing. I do my best to ignore it.

It seems almost impossible.

Because of it, I start walking to the room where I'm holding the meeting with Giovanni and Rocco sooner than I normally would, but as I'm doing that, an idea pops up in my mind. Something troubling me, something I want done.

As I'm walking past Tatum I quickly pull her in for a chat- well, not exactly a chat, more like informing her of an extra responsibility I'm putting on her, an extra order. "Look after her," I tell her in a low voice, careful for no one else to hear me. She is the most sensible out of the lot of them, and she's also a highly skilled assassin, so I felt that she would be the most suitable person for the job.

She doesn't need me to elaborate on what I mean or who I'm talking about somehow, I thought she'd need a further explanation, but she just simply nods in understanding. I'm not complaining though, it saves me from talking more than I'd like.

Making my way out of the main room of the club, I enter the private room holding the meeting alongside Giovanni and Rocco where I meet the cause of me being here- soon to be victim- in between the two men I sent to bring him here. He looks terrified, as he should be. He knows what he's done.

"Let's cut straight to the point, shall we?" I say, I see no point in unnecessarily dragging out this unwanted conversation, "Where's my money?"

Wyatt looks down at his fingers, picking at his nails nervously. He's aware that he's in deep shit. "I don't have it," he answers shyly.

I roll my eyes in annoyance. I gave him another chance to gather the money he owes he when he failed to collect it the first time, and now here he is completely wasting his second chance when he knows that they're something I don't give out often.

"And why don't you have it?" I question, showing him my irritation while crossing my arms.

He lowers his head even more than it was lowered before, displaying his fear. He's hesitant to explain his reasoning, which tells me that he knows I won't like his answer. "I gambled some of it away," he replies quietly, his voice shaking- "But I have more than half of the money! I swear I'll have it all and give it to you in a few weeks!" he blurts out, correcting himself frantically, showing how afraid he is of my reaction, of what I might do to him, his desperation to be given a third chance and make it out of this alive.