Aurora - Be My Light

Rose and Bellman

Smoke filled her insides as she lost herself to yet another cigarette of the night. Pleasure is all she feels in every bone in her body. Someone finds love to be pleasurable and someone fancies a cigarette, yet only one of them is called an addiction. This partiality never sits right with her after all. Love kills as well, doesn't it? Isn't love more brutal? At least dying of lung cancer comes in written. It kills you once but love, ma chérie, comes with heartbreak, killing you everyday till there is no heart to break.

If asked, even her with photographic memory brain would have to take a pause to recall what was the last day she passed without lighting a cigarette for herself.

Legs crossed, wrists swiftly moving the cigarette away from her parted lips. Sitting on a stool by the bartender's corner in the dimly light hall. Young high schoolers dancing all over one another at the dance floor, a wave of cringe rushing through her seeing the boys trying to show their dance moves to their favorite girls on the floor, while the older couples sit by the armchairs behind her back probably discussing how much time it takes for President Biden to climb the stairs.

A low-pitched voice whispered in Aurora's ears, "Hello Rose," interrupting her staring competition with the high schoolers.

"I have met many kinds of men but not someone who starts with a nickname on the first meet," Aurora whispered back, protecting her reply from the loud music in the hall. It was already very unpleasant for her to be called a redhead by strangers and now this man sweeps in out of nowhere, impressive (but never mind), with a new appalling adjective.

Ethan simply chuckled in response, his one hand now resting on the little space remaining at the bar stool beside her thighs while resting the elbow of his other hand on the counter. Leaning down, he said, "I was simply making sure you are receiving the best of our services." Ignoring the twist in his heart at the subtle French accent.

"And you are the bellman here?" Aurora muttered out her hands now, gripping the glass of whiskey, stopping herself from taking out the knife strapped to her left thigh. Stopping herself because she knows very well who the man hovering over her face is, Ethan O'Connor, picking a fight with him at his arena. Well, as tempting as it sounds, is not very good for her health.

"I am sure you know who exactly I am, Rose," he replied. Effortlessly stealing the cigarette of her hands. As the cigarette left her hand, she was, as silly as it sounds, simultaneously reminded of why she was here. Picking up her phone from the counter, pushing away the warm hands grazing her thigh, she asked Ethan, "Bellman, where is the first floor" unaware of the heat rising to his cheeks at the question. "lift is on your right" he replied gravely as Aurora quickly excused herself with a subtle "bye" and an even more subtle twist of her neck towards the counter as she left the room.

"The girl I was talking to went towards the first floor, send a few men there to keep an eye. I am on my way." He texted Julian. Taking a last look at the glass of whiskey and the almost finished cigarette in his hands before crushing it under the sole of his brogues. Moving back towards the control room to find one final proof of Reaper's identity before revealing themselves.

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Ethan was greeted with Dylan's whiny voice asking his permission to kill the guy he was aaigned to talk to.

"What even happened?" asked Ethan his eyes fixed on the camera recording of Aurora inside the lift.

"That man was a sales agent for god's sake! he tried to sell me a membership for a fucking water park his boss is constructing!! Its March!" Dylan continued complaining.

" My girl was a fucking psychic, since when did psychics started dressing like that— omg look" Continued Alec pointing towards the screen showing Aurora now going straight towards the designated meeting room.

As Aurora entered the room now wearing a black face mask, ready to throw some harsh words at 'Diaz' fpr making her wait.

To her surprise instead of Adrian Diaz, son of Aiden Diaz, she was greeted with four bulky men standing at the center of the room.

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Author's note

Thankyou for reading. 

P.S if any comment or scene came off as offensive or disrespectful to your personal beliefs, kindly excuse it as it was not my intention to hurt your feelings. It is just for the plot.