A Match Made in Hell

54

"Come on, they're here." Clayton knock on the office door, the afternoon sun shining into the room.

I don't turn the chair around to face him, my feet rested on the shelves attached to the wall as I stare at the wood, not knowing what to say to him.

"I'll be right there." I whisper, he immediately shuts the door behind him and walks away, I can tell from his vague footsteps.

I curse to myself, putting both hands down onto the table to get up, pulling both the cases out of a drawer where I put them.

I open my office door as everybody turns to me, they all slowly make way, stepping to the right or the left so I can step forward in the middle.

The sun almost makes me go blind, and I'm suddenly so shy around all these people.

It used to feel good, to be powerful. Now it's the complete opposite, making me feel even weaker than I usually do, I just stare down to the floor as they all stare at me.

And suddenly, I feel like everybody who respects me is now judging me, their minds and words full or hatred towards me, towards their boss, because they all know he's a cruel motherfucker.

I finally look up, escaping the tunnel of people in their bodysuits, all standing in a proper position, holding their guns in place.

I finally stop, tilting my head up to look into August's piercing blue eyes, atleast his head is blocking my view of the sun.

"Nicholas." He holds his hand out, I just reject it and nod my head.

He takes a step forward, pulling a shotgun out of his waistband, holding it to my chest.

All guns are suddenly lifted and pointed to his direction, all of them ready to fire and shoot whenever he takes another step too far.

Everyone, including Cassidy who's standing next to me. I slowly put my two fingers on it, pushing it down slowly and telling her to stop.

She looks at me in confusion, but still does as I say, all the bodyguards slowly copying the same action and pointing their guns down, all confused due to the whispers.

"How's Karl?" August suddenly whispers to me, chuckling as he gets closer to my face, I immediately back away from him in annoyance.

I know he doesn't expect and answer, I know he's just making fun of me to feel powerful, yet I still think to myself, how is Karl?

I grit my teeth, pushing two cases in his chest, as a few bodyguards help me give more to his men, as they're all way too many to carry.

His gun slowly goes up my face, now pointed right at my forehead as he digs it into my skin, staring at the sight around him in satisfaction, I know this makes him feel in control, but it's all going to be over soon.

"200 grand," I say quietly, interrupting his moment. "60 more than you asked for." Why am I trembling? I'm not scared of august, he can't do anything. So what if he did something? "Take it and leave, never fucking come back."

He pushes the gun deeper into my skull, I think it could form a bruise or a scar. He looks so angry, like he's suddenly going to beat me up and shoot me, but he doesn't do anything.

"What did you do to him?" A tear rolls down my cheek, and I currently fucking hate myself for breaking the 'don't cry infront of anyone' rule.

"Nothing, he's still at his place." He shrugs simply, but I don't believe him. I don't know why I'm having trouble believing him, maybe it's because august would actually do that.

"You don't believe me?" He chuckles, I shake my head hesitantly.

"Go see for yourself, maybe you can sort your shit up, too." He laughs quietly, the gun is buried in its place, bruising my skin.