The Causatum of Revenge: Thatcher Series

[0.4] 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁?

[0.4]

𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

We, the Associates found ourselves grappling with a recent setback. The air crackled with disappointment as news of Senator Eduardo's ambush rippled through our tightly-knit circle. I stood at the forefront of this moment, my eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and resolve. As the weight of failure settled upon the group, a voice cut through the heavy silence.

"Psst, guys. One misstep does not define us right?" Exle Euria, gently urged not to linger in the depths of defeat. Tama din naman siya, masyado lang talaga kaming nadala.

"Let us cast aside our troubles for a night, day off bukas mga beshy ko. Ano, tara sa Music Bar?" nag angat kami ng tingin lahat at sumang ayon sa sinabi ni Exle. Mukhang kailangan namin yun, allowed naman kaming lumabas kaya naman namin protektahan sarili namin.

Before embarking on our escapade, nag paalam muna kami kay Capo. Despite his somber demeanor, Capo granted his approval kaya halos mag tatalon na si Exle sa tuwa, bata nga naman oo.

We are now seeking solace in the anonymity of the crowded bar, found ourselves amidst the pulsating beats and infectious energy of the venue. We secured a VIP table, a familiar haven for Ash Damian, who frequented the bar like a second home. Halos lahat nga ng nakakasalubong namin, kilala siya eh.

As the night unfurled around us, drinks flowed freely, bodies swayed to the music, and laughter rang through the air. In the midst of the celebration, I noticed Astley's reluctance to indulge in the intoxicating libations, opting for a simple juice instead.

"Hindi ka iinom?" tanong ko sa kanya. Umiling lang siya at tinaas ang baso ng juice drink na hawak niya.

"I don't want to feel any hangover tomorrow." she explained with a grin, I chuckled and raised my glass of tequila.

Si Casper naman tahimik lang na umiinom pero yung mga mata, na kay Astley.

Unlike Exle, who was already lost in the whirlwind of the dance floor, we preferred to observe the chaos with a quiet smile. I was not one for wild revelry, but tonight I just allowed myself to be swept up in the moment, letting go of my soldier's facade.

I suddenly feel the urge to excuse myself. Nagpaalam ako and I made my way through the throng of people towards the restroom. In the dimly lit corridor, a sudden collision sent me stumbling, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms that enveloped me in warmth. Startled, I looked up to meet the gaze of a stranger, his features obscured by the play of shadows and light.

"Miss, are you okay?" the stranger's voice was a gentle murmur, his touch lingering on my hand and waist.

He maintained his hold around my waist, a touch that sent shivers down to my spine. It wasn't until I mustered the courage to step back that I noticed the intensity of his gaze, unwavering and captivating.

God, nakakahiya.

“I’m okay, thanks.” I managed to utter, my voice barely above a whisper. The unease I felt only intensified when the man inquired about my companions.