DEALING DIAMOND (Mafia Series 5) (Completed✓)

CHAPTER 8

IT'S BEEN five days since I last saw the man who I tried to erase from my memory. I keep reminding myself that it's not my fault. Kung mawawalan man sya nang tagapagmana in the future hindi ko na 'yon problema, kasalanan ko bang maniac sya?

He's really pissing me off! What was that kiss supposed to mean? Does he think he can just waltz in and kiss me whenever he feels like it?

I covered my face using my pink pillow.

“Okay fine, it's taste different and... very—” -I bit my lips. “What the fúck am I saying? Really, Zafire? Taste different? Anong klaseng different?”

I'm groaning and grumbling, my mind racing with violent thoughts. I look up at the ceiling, picturing myself taking revenge, but the thought of hurting him fills me with a strange mix of anger and fear. It's a dark place to be, but it's the only place I can find solace right now.

Chopping his head is not that bad. I mean, I think that's okay, reputation ko na ang pinag-uusapan dito. What if he tells the media that I kicked his balls and he almost died? Tapos yong media naman kukunin ang statement ko. Of course, I have to lie, making paawa and cry in front of them para baliktarin ang nangyari para naniwala sila sa'kin. But what if—I sighed. What if nakunan 'yon ng CCTV o di kaya'y may sinong paparazzi?

Anong mangyayari sa'kin?

A lot of people will bash me, they will hate me, and they will curse me. Hanggang sa babatuhin na nila ako nang itlog at ilang—napakagat ako sa bibig.

“No! No! No! No! He can't do that!” -naiimagine kong malulugmok ako sa hiya. “Aish! Malalagot talaga sya sa'kin! I swear to god, he will—”

“Zaf Zaf.”

I was completely taken aback when my brother stormed into my room.  My anger flared when I saw him. “You na naman?!” -I shouted. “You don't know ba how to knock someone's room? Like, seriously? You've already come here a hundred times. What do you want?”

“Ang dami mong arte, para kang tanga,” -humiga sya sa kama ko. “Why are you talking to yourself?”

Sinamaan ko sya nang tingin. “I am not. Masyado kang feeler.”

He poked his cheek using his tongue habang masama ang mga matang nakatitig sa'kin.

“Glenn called me yesterday,” -sabi niya. “He kept on asking me about you.”

Kinakabahang kinuha ko ang phone ko at nagkunwaring may kinakalikot dun. “So?” -I raised my brows. “What should I do with him? Wala naman akong ginawa sa kanya.”

“Oh?” -I glanced at him, noticing his voice lacked conviction. “One of my friends at De Santos Hospital told me Glenn had an appointment with him the other day. I asked Romero and then sabi niya nagkaproblema daw sya sa itlog niya,” -tumaas baba ang dibdib ko sa sobrang kaba. “I asked him of course what happened, and then he told me that there's—”

“Stop,” -I cut him off. “I am not the suspect, okay?” -depensa ko kaagad. “Bakit? Ipapakulong niya ba ako? Oo, nandun ako sa club pero hindi kami nagkita.”

A creepy smirk spread across his face. I couldn't bear to look at him, so I stared at my phone. That smirk was making me uneasy. Ano kaya yong iniisip niya? Ipapakulong niya kaya ako? I shakes my head, that's impossible.

I scrolled through Instagram, my eyes scanning the comments on my new latest picture. Ayokong tignan ang baby brother ko, for sure kasi niyan ako na ang suspect—which is sinabi ko na kanina na hindi.

Why does Romero keep bothering me? He thinks I'm scared of John? Hah. Kahit pa nga mag one-on-one kami, he can't beat me.

“Umamin ka nga,” -nanindig balahibo ko sa batok ng magsalita sya ulit, para syang si satanas. “Did you kick his soldier?”