Man at Arms

Chapter Sixteen: So grumpy

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

 
I boot down the door, causing it to fly off its hinge.

The room fell completely silent. A violent wind blew by, tossing a coin platter on the floor and cards and paper money into the air. Women in skirts shrieked to hide in the corner, crossing their arms over their exposed chests. Men lowered their heads and held their breath in their seats.

The room smells of stale tobacco, sweat, metallic, and sex.

The chair's feet scraped on the marble floor as I dragged it. I planted my right boot on its seat and propel my arms in X form above my knee. Surveying the room, I open my lips to accommodate the cigarette butt Nazi put in them.

Nazi lit the cigarette and my cheeks sank as I inhaled deeply. Inipit ko ang sigarilyo sa pagitan ng mga daliri at binuga ang usok sa bibig at ilong.

No one still speaks a word. The room was tight with fear, I could almost hear their heartbeat pounding so loudly in their chest, and wanted out so they could escape. But no one, not even a rat, can leave the room while I'm still inside.

I gave a nod, and Bonano, my newly appointed spokesperson (much to Nazi's chagrin, I had to woo him for two damn hours and promise him hot Greek women with Athena-like faces before he agreed to Bonano as my spokesperson) stepped forward.

"Whoever named Andreas may raise their hand!" Bonano announced with his hands clasped in front of him like a diplomatic bloody politician. Since I told him of his new position, he began wearing a necktie and suit with suspenders.

Eyes blinked in confusion and they looked to each other for answers.

I slapped my forehead and dragged it down my face. "Sei un idiota!" You are stupid! "These bloody mongrels have no idea what you're saying! Speak Greek, dammit!"

Nataranta ang gago bago tumikhim nang nakahawak sa necktie na tila naipit nito ang lalamunan niya. He straightened his spine and spoke in broken Greek.

"The hell is Andreas can fuck my butt...?"

Sumulyap sa akin si Bonano nang pinagpapawisan nang ngumiwi ang mga tao at nandidiri siyang tinignan, ang ilan ay may pagnanasa siyang pinasadaan ng tingin mula ulo hanggang paa. Nagbulungan sila.

My eyebrows knew there was something wrong, so they moved to each other to discuss it. I looked at Bonano and slapped my palm against the back of his neck.

"What the bloody hell did you say to make them look at you like you're a Porca troia?" Whore.

Nagkamot ang walang silbi at tumabingi ang mukha niya. "I...I don't know, Sire. I just heard it in the brothel last night when a man came to join my table."

"Pezzo di merda!" Piece of shit. "Can someone bloodily speak Greek, motherfuckers?" I turned to my men.

All of them shook their heads. "None, Sire."

Dammit! Next time I'm hiring multi-lingual motherfuckers. These idiots are dumber than my duck, who can swim breaststroke, by the way. And last time she showed me how to do some butterfly strokes. What a freaking beauty! But Corazon threatened to fry Isabella, my duck if I didn't wash the dishes.

That witch. Who demands a boss to wash the freaking dishes? Bloody Corazon, everyone. She's been grumpier than I have been since Circe left.

And Nazi too. My stiff friend has been hot on my heels for the past five months. He did nothing but nag me, put iodized salt in my water, left my room a mess, and blamed me for the plants dying in the garden. I barely stepped foot there!