Mr. Imperfectionist 2

15 - Letters

Sabil's P.O.V  

Four years ago...

Javier managed to bring three trucks and summon a ship on an immediate basis. Of course, we had to feed them a lot of money for that. The trucks were parked outside Roberto's bungalow. Luis's men started stacking cocaine beneath the food items in the containers. Almost twenty million euros' worth of drugs were transported through the ship to Puerto Rico. The trucks went to Ibiza, Manchester, and Galicia. This had been a nightmare. I wanted to get out of this world, but instead I fell deeper into it.

As soon as I reached home at night, I punched my hand on the wall really hard and screamed. I grabbed the small coffee table and hurled it at the large flat-screen television. I grunted and screeched as I began to throw and break all the furniture and glass. My head was in flames. I couldn't control my anger any longer. All I wanted to do was find out Luis's location and kill him. Because of him, I'll be known as a drug smuggler. I launched a wooden chair at the tall window as I screamed, "I am not this person." The window broke and shattered into pieces.

I sat on my knees as the tears started streaming down my face. When I calmed down a bit, I looked around. Oh, what a mess. All the furniture in the living room was broken, and my hands were bleeding.

I rose on my feet and walked towards the bathroom. I washed my hands with water first and then took a shower. After changing into a white shirt and blue jeans, I removed my first aid kit from the dresser. I checked both my hands again under the bright lights, because the wounds were stinging a lot. There were a few tiny glass fragments on the tip of my left hand's first finger and on the palm of my right hand. I took tweezers and carefully removed the glass pieces and kept them on the side table. I then applied ointment to the wounds and tied a white bandage on both my hands. I called the W Barcelona hotel and reserved a suite for the night. With the same glum face, I picked up my black jacket from the bed and left the house.

I drove down to the hotel and checked in. I felt nostalgic. This is where I first saw her. For the first time in two days, I got a smile on my face. I got into the elevator and opened her picture on my phone. I traced my finger on the screen, trying to feel her skin under my thumb. I miss her. As I got off on the twentieth floor, my phone rang. It was a private number. It was Luis.

I answered the call and said, in exasperation, "What?"

"Oh, hello, Moreno. How are you finding the W Barcelona's bed?" He asked.

The blood drained from my face. I quickly looked around, but couldn't see anyone. 

Luis chuckled when I didn't respond. "Don't worry, Moreno. We are not going to harm you unless you do something stupid."

"You can't spy on me like that." I retorted. 

"You are my puppy now, and I happen to love dogs. I get really protective of them, you see? From now on, I'm going to keep my eyes on your every move. Every number you dial, every text you send. My eyes are always on you. By the way, how is your girlfriend doing back in India?"

"You better not take her name from your mouth or..."

"I don't appreciate you talking to me like this. Don't you know how to respect your boss?" Luis said in a calm but angry tone. 

"You keep Saanj out of this. What I do in my personal life is none of your business, Luis. I am doing whatever you want. And you promised that you would not touch my family and friends in return."

"I do remember that, Moreno. I am a man of my word, unlike you. Let me tell you how much I appreciate your passion for your people. Now I understand why Roberto adored you. You're a very passionate and caring person. You have hardly known that girl, yet you are willing to move mountains for her. Sending such expensive security across the sea just to protect her. Hmmm..!! I like that about you, Moreno. Honest."