Last Goodnight

~°Chapter 3°~

"My name is Maqueuly. It is very delightful to be in your presence." The man boldly declares in a menacing tone.

The room is silent and I know Maqueuly is expecting an answer from me but I am too shocked to form any coherent words.
He has dark curly black hair that reaches just over his shoulders. His eyes are covered behind dark shades and he's holding a cigar in one hand. My imagination had been running wild earlier. Here I thought I would meet a fat scary old mafia man. I was completely wrong. Maqueuly is not fat, in fact he's quite fit for his age which I would guess he's in his late forties. He is the exact opposite of my visualization I had pictured. He's almost as tall as Sebastian in height, standing at six feet. Everything about him calls attention to him, including the several golden rings he wears on each finger on both of his hands. He is very sharp with his appearance from top to bottom. There is no hair out of place, no signs of a wrinkle visibly seen on him.
I don't feel the least reassured being here. My gut clenches in what I can only assume to be fear. Maqueuly is far from being a gangster. He has no indication of traces that I recognize that leads me to believe he was ever an OG. This is just as bad as I'd imagined. I don't need any confirmation to comprehend just what I chose to walk into. If Wez were here he would shoot me himself for committing myself to coming to meet a man of Maqueuly's status. I turn an accusing glare in Sebastian's general direction. He's officially on my shit list.

Clearing my throat I finally respond with a blunt question that even I'm caught off guard from the tone of my voice which comes out sounding hostile.

"What exactly is it that you want from me Maqueuly?"

A faint smile breaks his face, a smile that is surely going to haunt my dreams at night. "All in due time Adina. First of all, I would like to bring to your attention that I know a lot about your skills in the ring."

My gut clenches with every word he announces. This man clearly holds no boundaries of my personal life being classified. My body temperature has dropped and cold perspiration begins forming on my back as I prepare to be targeted with my past. Who is this man? What is he searching for? Better yet what does he want with me? I don't have anything going for me. Not that I can think of anyways.

I nod maintaining my cool in front of him and use my Poker Face to partially save me from exposing the fear that has goosebumps raising on my flesh.

"You see, I was tempted to search for your friends but my sources tell me that they both trained you and made you a dangerous weapon that I need for my team."

"Your source is wrong, I'm not a weapon of any sort and yes I was  trained to fight in the ring but it was only to fight." I explain cautiously. I can only pray I sound convincing enough to get him away from my life. 

Maqueuly nods assessing my words carefully before he grabs a crystal glass cup and pours the brown liquid from the glass bottle into it. He takes a rather large gulp of his drink and gestures for Sebastian to leave. Sebastian hesitates for a split second before he steps back and away from me. I panic and do the only thing I can think of. Just as he takes another step toward the door that leads directly to the club, I snatch his arm in both of mine, holding him prisoner as I glare back at Maqueuly. No way in hell was I letting Sebastian out of my sight, especially now. Who knew what Maqueuly would do to me if Sebastian left me alone with him in a soundproof room. Yes, I noticed that the room was soundproof when he closed the door earlier drowning out the party currently happening outside these walls. I wasn't planning on taking any chances, not anymore. Besides I wasn't about to let Sebastian off the hook.