SANDRO SALVADOR
I sat in the dimly lit corner of my penthouse, nursing a glass of tequila. Ang mga ilaw ng mga kotse sa ibaba at street lights ay parang mga bituin kung kumislap habang nakatingin ako rito, but my mind was clouded with the events of the evening. The confrontation with Agasher replayed in my mind, each word, each gesture, seared into my consciousness.
"I saw everything that night, Agasher. Before the dagger. You were pulled up by a dos por dos and you think it's normal to sleep for two days? I'm worried, Reyes, fucking worried," I had said, my voice laden with genuine concern. But her response had cut deeper than any dagger could.
Hindi ko aakalain na gano'n ang maisasagot niya sa akin.
"Eh ano pong gusto mong gawin? I-magic ko ba 'yon? Should I turn back the time po para hindi kana mag-worried? Bakit hindi mo man lang niligtas si Jean? Nakita mo naman pala lahat eh!" Her anger was palpable, a storm that I had not anticipated. Kakaiba ang galit niya at hindi ko alam kung paano ipaliwanag iyon. "Halos hindi na nga mapag-hiwalay iyong dila niyo 'di ba? Eh ikaw din naman may kasalanan bakit gano'n! Lalaki ka pa naman din pero hindi mo kayang protektahan girlfriend mo."
The kiss. I had acted on impulse, a desperate attempt to silence her, to convey something I couldn't put into words. But it had backfired spectacularly. Her slap still stung, not just physically but emotionally. "Pasensiya na, Sir ha? Una sa lahat hindi ako katulad ng mga sekretarya mong nakakaya mo nakawan ng halik at ikama mo dahil naiiba ako sa kaniya tsaka matuto ka naman magbigay ng boundaries parang hindi ka naman nag-high school para hindi mo malaman ang kahalagahan nun sa mga tao!"
Inikot-ikot ko ang kulay brown na likido sa baso ko, nakatitig sa kalaliman nito na para bang nandoon ang mga sagot na hinahanap ko. Agasher's words echoed in my mind, each one a reminder of my failures and shortcomings. I had never seen her so furious, so hurt. And it was all because of me.
Fuck! Fuck! Damn it, Harrell!
I took a long sip, the burn of the alcohol a temporary distraction from my thoughts. What had I been thinking? How could I have been so careless, so foolish? Agasher wasn't like the others. She was different, and I had known that from the start. But I had let my emotions get the better of me, and now I was paying the price.
"Why didn't I save Jean?" I muttered to myself, the question that had haunted me since that night. I had seen everything, but I had been powerless to stop it. And now, Agasher blamed me for it. I couldn't fault her for that. I blamed myself too.
Hinayahan ko lang siya iyong gumawa ng mga bagay na dapat ako ang gumagawa. Hinayahan ko lang at napaka-gago ko dahil hinayahan ko lahat.
As the night wore on, my mind raced with thoughts of how I could make things right. Apologizing seemed like the obvious first step, but would it be enough? I needed to show Agasher that I was sincere. But how? I drained my glass and set it down with a decisive thud. Tomorrow, I would face Agasher again, hindi ko hahayahang lumipas ang isang linggo na hindi ko siya nakakausap ng maayos. This time, I would be prepared. I would find a way to apologize, to make amends, and to show her that I was more than just a careless man who stole kisses and failed to protect those he cared about.
I rose from my chair, holding my chin and thinking kung ano ba ang pwede kong gawin for Agasher, and for myself.
The walls of my penthouse felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with those things and regrets. I needed an escape, a way to clear my mind and refocus. The Underground Area, known for its brutal and illegal fights, was the perfect place for that. Tonight marked its anniversary, and the prize was a hefty five million pesos. It was the distraction I needed.
Mabilis akong nagbihis at sinuot ang simpleng maong at leather jacket, pagkatapos ay kinuha ko ang puti kong maskara, I left the penthouse, my mind already shifting gears. I just rode my big bike to the Underground Area.
At the entrance, the familiar sight of the hulking guards greeted me. Kuya Aries and Dencio. They nodded in recognition. Here, I wasn't Sandro Salvador, who is a CEO. I was Master Spencer, the reckless and brutal fighter and a reputable mafia figure second only to the highest in our ranks.
Masyadong malakas ang angkan ko para maipadakip ng mga sibilyang tao. If you watch the arrow, you'll understand what kind of person I am. Yes, I had a gun trained on Agasher because from the moment we first met, she was already different, and I thought she was just another spy in my company, but she turned out to be something else entirely. I wouldn't have known who she was if it hadn't been for Tremaine, my ex-fiancée. However, I never considered her that way because I had never had any interest in her. We were merely arranged to be together because there was someone they wanted to apprehend, and I never would have guessed that person would become close to me.
The underground arena was a cacophony of noise, filled with the roars of the crowd and the grunts of fighters. The air was thick with tension and the scent of sweat and blood. I felt a grim satisfaction as I stepped into this place again. This was where I could forget, even if just for a moment.
As Master Spencer, I commanded respect and fear. The crowd parted as I walked through, whispers of my name following me like a shadow.
"Spencer! Spencer!"
"Sinasabi ko na nga ba pupunta si Master Spencer at Vixen dito eh!"
"Ayan na! Tiyak kong uulan ng dugo ngayong gabi!"
"OMG! Is that the great Spencer? He is so handsome! Seduce 'yan mamaya sa akin! AAAHH!"
"Naiiyak ako, Mikaela!"
"Master Spencer! Spencer!"
They chanted, their voices rising in a chorus. It was both empowering and isolating. I made my way to the organizer, who confirmed my entry into the night’s main event. The prize money was five million pesos, but for me, it was more about the fight than the reward.
I entered the ring, the lights glaring down on me, and surveyed my opponent. A hulking brute with a scarred face and a reputation for ruthlessness. But I felt no fear. I relished the challenge, the chance to channel my anger and frustration into something tangible.
Tumunog ang bell hudyat no'n ay maguumpisa na ang laban. Gumalaw ako nang may liksi, bawat suntok at sipa ay patunay ng mga taon ng aking pagsasanay. Ang mga hiyaw ng tao ay naging malayo na tunog sa akin habang nakatuon ako sa kalaban.
"Spencer! Spencer! Patayin mo na! Patayin mo na!" they roared, their voices a backdrop to my singular concentration. The fight was brutal, but I fought with a ferocity that left no doubt about my dominance.
Minutes felt like hours, but eventually, my opponent lay defeated at my feet. The crowd erupted in cheers, "WOOOOOHH! SPENCER! SPENCER!" echoing through the arena. I was lost in the adrenaline, the release of emotions and tension from the fight. As the announcer declared me the winner and handed over the prize money, I felt a grim satisfaction.
Leaving the ring, I transferred the money on my fifth card without a second thought. It wasn't about the prize, it was about the release. Kung wala akong mapagbubuntungan sa dinadala ko ngayon ay baka ang bahay ko o penthouse ko ang guguluhin ko but I guess it was a good choice that I came here.
As the adrenaline began to fade, reality crept back in. I couldn't escape my problems forever. Agasher always there kahit pa kaninang naglalaban ako ay hindi maalis sa isipan ko ang mga salita ni Agasher.
I left the Underground Area, my mind clearer but my heart still heavy. I needed to face Agasher, to make things right. But for tonight, I had found a semblance of peace in the chaos of the fight. It was a start.
I will ask for your forgiveness, Acantha.
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