BOOK 3: The Mafia Game (Hiatus)

TMG 33: Shadow Behind

TMG 33 ♠

 

Vincent Mc Garden

"Is that true?!" My head snapped at Azmael's, frozen at what he just said.

He nodded before slumping on the couch. "That's what Marco said."

Ramdam kong bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko sa kumpirmasyong narinig kasabay ng mabilis na pagsasalubong ng kilay habang nakamasid pa rin sa lalaking nasa likuran ko.

Pikit ang mga mata niya at tila tamad na tamad sa sistema ng pagkakaupo habang nasa magkabilang gilid ang mga kamay. At hindi ko alam kung gaano katagal ko na siyang tinititigan para mapansin pa ang panibagong pasa sa gilid ng labi niya. Walang araw na hindi ko siya nakikitang may panibagong galos, sugat at pasa. Minsan na rin siyang umuwi dito na duguan ang kaliwang braso dahil sa tama ng bala ng baril na hanggang ngayon ay nakabenda pa rin habang pinapagaling. Hindi ko alam kung saan siya madalas nagpupunta at kung bakit siya palaging nawawala na parang bula, not that I care anyway, but I assumed he got all those bruises in his job.

Marahan kong ibinaba ang hawak na dalawang baso ng iced tea sa ibabaw ng coffee table bago naupo sa tabi niya. "Hey!" Pagkuha ko sa atensyon nito pero hindi siya sumagot kaya nagpatuloy ako sa pagsasalita, "It's been a week, can we—"

"Later." Cutting me off like he already expected what I was just supposed to say. "Let me sleep at least an hour, Vincent," he then grunted, facing the opposite side.

I can feel my lips curled in annoyance, glaring at the devil beside me. Hindi ko naman kasalanan kung bakit palagi siyang puyat at kung hindi lang masasakripisyo ang kaligtasan ko at ang said-piece-of-mind niya, hindi ako magdadalawang-isip na takasan ang reaper na 'to.

I huffed, rolling my eyes with the idea as I stormed the living room.

"Finish your iced tea! The lunch is ready!" I shouted before finally entering the kitchen.

***

I fidget nonstop at the hem of my oversized white t-shirt, licking my dry lips occasionally, furrowing my brows and looking at the surrounding but Azmael. Iniisip ko pa lang na baka mapansin niya ang kaunting kabang nararamdaman ko, umaakyat na sa ulo ang dugo ko. Bakit ba kasi hindi ako mapakali? Pupunta lang naman kami sa ospital para dalawin si Devy. Tch.

"Are you nervous?"

Damn it. Kakasabi ko lang na sana hindi ako mapansin nitong kasama ko.

I swallowed hard, composing myself to look my normal self before glaring at the guy in my left who's managing the wheel. "What? And why would I?" I hissed, silently praying I sounded disinterest like usual.

He shrugged. "You're fidgeting nonstop. What are you, a kid?"

"Damn you." I retort.

He let out a low chuckle before speeding up. Hindi talaga matatapos ang araw na hindi ako inaasar ng isang 'to.

We both fell into a deep silence after, causing my mind to wander to what happened for the past weeks. It's too eventful, well at least for me. Every day is so busy and hectic for my age. All days were passing through me like a blur.

Baskerville Mafia.

Rogues Organization.

Ferrer Mafia.

Reapers.

Victoria Ferrer.

And, Devy.

Tatlong araw na rin mula nang bumalik kami sa Pandora High, acting like nothing happened, like everything's normal. It's not of a challenge to me to act nonchalantly for I have live almost all my life that way. I also learned from Jin Chesire that there were few rumours floating in the whole campus as to why the famous Superiors were missing in action for nearly a month. And of course, annoying assumptions of Devy's still absence at the said group. Wala rin naman kaming balak na linawin ang issue sa kanila, not like we have to, but we decided to let them make their own conclusions in their heads as long as it's decent and realistic.