Mr. Imperfectionist 2

11 - Four Years Ago ...

Sabil's P.O.V

I was tracing my finger across the screen, contemplating whether or not to call Saanj. What will I tell her if she answers the call? Would she agree to come back to me? How can I convince her if she refuses to see me again?

'Oh God.. I'm such a loser...'

I've been with so many women, but this is where I fail. I can't handle true feelings. Why am I such a wimp? All my problems are solved now. Roberto and Jorge are dead. I'm free to live my life. Asking for a divorce from Maya is a task, but I know she'll cave if I throw a hell lot of money in her face. That woman never worked a day in her life. She's only relied on my money and depleted my credit cards. Urrghh.. Why the fuck am I cursing her again? She's ruined my life, but now is not the time to dwell on it. I need to focus only on Saanj, and a mission to bring her back into my life.

I decided I was going to call her. Before I could press on her number, my phone rang. It was a private number. I creased my eyebrows in perplexity. I've never been called by a private number, except by Roberto. My heartbeats starts to pick its pace. I click on the green button and slowly place the phone to my ear, but I don't speak. A husky and calm voice speaks from the other side.

"Sabil Moreno." He wasn't asking if it was my name. He simply acknowledged as if he knew me.

I had chills all over my body. The moment I heard that calm yet threatening voice, I understood I'd made a mistake by killing Roberto. He was right. Luis exists.

"Luis." I acknowledged.

"Aahh..! So Roberto has mentioned me." He laughed once.

My grip on the phone was about to slip. My palms and feet were profusely sweating. I tried not to, but I couldn't get Mama's dead face out of my head. Saanj's dead body lying next to Mama. Emilio, Julio, and Guzman were covered in blood and thrown across the street. Roberto was right.. Roberto was right... Roberto was right. Fuckkk, Fuckkk, Fuckkk.

"I can tell you're regretting it already. You shouldn't have killed Roberto like that." Luis said. In some ways, he reminded me of Roberto. They both spoke calmly, but in such a way that anyone would pee their pants.

I swallowed a big gulp before speaking. I tried not to show how terribly scared I was.

"His men killed my best friend for him."

I heard him exhale. "Well, I'm sorry for your loss. I truly am. But you do realize what you should have done, don't you? You should have shook our hands. Roberto adored you, Moreno. He's the only reason you are still alive. Jorge was always ready to put a bullet in your skull. But for some reason, Roberto had a soft corner for you. He saw potential in you. You know, I loved Roberto. Not because he was my little brother."

'What...?'

"Not because we are twins."

"Ha...?" I couldn't understand what to say. This was unexpected. Roberto never mentioned having any siblings, let alone a twin brother. This means I'll have to deal with Roberto's face once more. If God does exist, is he kidding me right now?

"But because he was intelligent," Luis continued. "He was smarter than I am. You see, I am crueller, and I relish death. To be honest, I was waiting to cut you into pieces while you screamed and begged for life when you backed out. But Roberto has always been the smart one. He convinced me to give you a second chance. He loved using people as assets. He saw benefits in everything. When you kidnapped Jorge's mother, Roberto changed his mind about you. He was going to kill you. But he changed his mind again. I never questioned him because I knew he'd only bring benefits to our business. I'm not going to question my brother's intelligence even now, though the person he was vouching for has killed him." His tone became more solemn on the last line.

"So, Moreno. You are going to work for me." He commanded. The blood drained from my face. My nightmares were not yet over.

"You are going to do as I say, or the parcels will keep coming to you," he said in the same calm manner.

"What?" I asked in bewilderment.

"Ting-tong." He laughed like a maniac and disconnected.

The moment he hung up, my doorbell rang. I stood frozen. I knew it was going to be something ugly-something I didn't want to see. I somehow managed to drag my feet towards the door. My heart was pounding hard against my sternum. I opened the door and found a big square box outside my door. I sat on my knees, my eyes welling up already. With shaky hands, I slowly tore the brown tape off the top. I started to weep quietly as Mama's and Saanj's faces flashed before my eyes. As I opened the box, I saw short, dark hair. It wasn't a woman. I carefully pulled the head out of the box and saw the face. It was Miguel. His eyes were rolled back, and his nose was bloody. His face had become grey and cold. I cried. I cried hard.

After minutes of crying and apologizing to him, I kept his head back in the box. I couldn't move away from the door. I couldn't feel my feet or hands. When the tears dried, I called Emilio.

"Señor?" He responded on the first ring.

"He exists," I said through trembling lips.

"Who? What happened, Señor? Are you okay?"

"He killed Miguel."

"What?"

I disconnected the call while staring at the box. I was paralyzed. Another one of my friends was dead. I was scared, so scared. If I don't give in, this will continue to happen. Soon it will be my mother and the girl who's stolen my heart.

I didn't realise how quickly time had passed. Emilio, Guzman, and Julio appeared at my door. Julio sat on his knees and took Miguel's head out of the box. All three of them wept. Emilio took me in a hug, causing me to sob again.

They took me inside, and kept the box near the door. I told them everything.

"We can't risk any more lives, Señor. We have to send a protection team to India, and your mom will have to stay back in London. We can send her security there." Julio said.

"Mama won't agree to stay in London. Spain is her home, and we can't ask her to leave her birthplace. Saanj might not like the security around all the time. It could also affect her contracts, " I said while sipping whiskey.

"We won't tell her we've sent security. They'll always be in civil attire. I can arrange that, Señor. I will go to any length to protect Saanj. No one can touch my friend." Julio said. His love and respect for Saanj brought a mild smile to my face. I approved by patting his back and nodding.

Saanj is a charmer. She was the first girl in my life that my men liked. Maybe it was her heart, her childishness that had all my friends love her. I love her too. Yes, I love her. I was afraid of admitting it. I wasn't sure what it might do to me, but I guess I can't fight my heart anymore. I love her. And I miss her. But I can't have her. It'd be better for Saanj to stay away from me and from Spain. She wasn't safe here anymore. I have to refrain from calling her. No matter how much I miss her. I won't ever get to feel her warmth by my side. I won't be hearing her chirpy voice again. I won't be seeing her smiling face or her glittery dark eyes. I won't be seeing her goddess-like beautiful face. But I think that's okay. I can spend the rest of my life with just her memories. I can go on as long as she's alive and happy.

"I'm going to make some calls to send a protection team to India. Also, we need to find Miguel's body. He deserves a proper burial. And his family deserves to know, Señor"." Julio looked at me carefully.

This was the hardest part. Informing the families that their son had died protecting me and my family. I had no courage to speak to his father. Miguel was survived by his father and an older brother. God, his brother is going to hate me like Rex. I exhaled and nodded.