Untold Truth.

Chapter 7

Myra's POV

Today is on a Sunday and instead of making gummies like we always do with Giada, we decided to take a walk. Sundays are usually not busy as other days, very quiet and peaceful. We went to the park. Giada played with other kids of her age while I was watching her. After that, we decided to go to a library just down the street. I had promised Giada a book so here we are.

''Mommy I want the one with the pink cover.''

''Okay, baby let me get someone to help us take it from there,'' I said while struggling to reach the book. Why do they have to be this high? They do not mind short people. Like me. I thought angrily.

''Need some help?'' A deep voice said. I turned around and I recognized him. Damien.

''Um N...''

'' Yes!'' Giada beat me to it.

''Mommy wants to get the pink book for me but it is too far.''

''Oh, I will get it for you.'' He said ignoring my whole existence.

''What's your name little miss?'' Damien asked.

''Giada but my mum and Mrs. Mabel call me Gia. what's yours? 

''Am Damien.

''Damey nice to meet you.'' She said not fully pronouncing the whole name.

''Nice to meet you too Gia,'' he said extending his arm and they shook hands his big ones consuming Gia's small ones. 

I picked up Giada ready to leave.

''Not even a thank you. Myra?'' He must have heard someone saying my name. Sienna. ''That is rude.'' He spoke.

''Rude?'' I repeated amused. so, he notices when someone is being rude, but he does not notice when he is rude to people. The nerve!

''The last time I checked you were the one who was rude,'' I spoke.  

''Oh yeah that time.'' He said nonchalantly.

''Yeah, that time. Now if you will excuse me.'' I said leaving.

''Bye Damey!.'' Gia said waving at him.

Damien's POV

Sundays. My mother usually said that Sundays are the most peaceful days. And true to her words it sure is. I had come to visit my uncle at the library, he owned it. At times when my father went overboard with his punishments I used to come here and look at books not reading. My uncle always welcomed me here and up to this day I usually come here. 

'' Mommy I want the one with the pink cover.'' I heard a child say. 

''Okay, baby let me get someone to help us get it.'' Another voice said.

I turned around to look at them and there she was, Myra and her child so I decided to help them. She is quite short compared to my height.

''Need help?'' I asked. And she turned around clearly, she was not pleased to see me and I knew why. I took the book from the shelf and handed the book to the child. we did our small introduction Myra staring at us the whole time. She did not even wait she turned around ready to leave with Gia. Hurt. So, I decided to say something even if I knew it would be the dumbest word to say. But I had to.

''Not even a thank you. Myra that is rude.'' She turned again. She was at first surprised probably because I knew her name, but the surprise was replaced by anger.

''Rude?'' She repeated. ''The last time I checked you were the one who was rude.''

''Oh yeah that time.'' I said bluntly.

''Yeah, that time.'' She said and excused herself.

''Bye Damey,'' Gia said and I waved back at the little girl. 

 I would like to get to know you I thought.

''Get to know who?''

 Uncle Tony! Shoot I said that loud.

''Uncle!! I said feigning surprise. He is called Antonia so in short Tony. But he knows me very well I mean I spent a lot of time with him when I was young. 

''I know you are not surprised to see me, young boy. Who would you like to know I might be knowing them.'' He said barging me to talk but he is getting nothing from me, not today.

''Nobody uncle it is just a title of a book,'' I said touching the books. ''How have you been,'' I said dropping the subject. We talked a lot about the family business, the Russians, and also the deals we are making with other leaders.

''Did you see Miranda?'' He suddenly asked.

''Yes, uncle but I do not want to talk about it. it makes me sick.'' I said and he kept quiet knowing I do not want that subject to be drawn again. I stayed with him for a little while and then left. I drove myself home thinking about one thing. Myra. At first, I thought she is like other women out here but how wrong was I! She is something else. Well, she is beautiful, and she does not like me. I sighed. Well not that I care but my ego is hurt, and I want to know her. I sighed once again. I reached my house and went straight to the bathroom. I need to think.