The Good the Bad the Ugly

Chapter 40: Click

October 31, 2088, 12:50 am

Itzel

Base blast through every corner of space in haze. Neon lights shine so vibrantly in a place filled with sins. The potential new card holder grasps a loop in my purse trying not to lose me in the crowd of people. After dodging all of the bodies we finally get to an open meeting room, the noises become silent, only a bit of the everlasting base remains. There's a two-way mirror allowing us to see all of the commotion outside while remaining hidden.

"I wouldn't be in Haze for more than 2 hours if I was you. After a few hours you start losing your sense of hearing along with your sight, hence the name Haze." I say breaking the silence.

"Interesting." He says I look back at him now I see him with natural light. I almost lost my breath looking at him. Why are you so breathtaking? Even with a tattered white shirt and torn black trousers that looked like they had nearly escaped a fire...he seems to be hotter than any flame that touched his clothes. I turn my head again to rest my eyes on something else, I can't risk him noticing my slight blushing, honestly who wouldn't completely swoon over his big eyes, sharp face structure, pitch black hair that highlights his broad shoulders. His-fuck no, I can't be thinking about how fucking flawless he is. Still stands next to the exit he stands, he's so still... I walked over to him trying to see if I could maybe find a flaw. Something that I can think of when I'm forced to look at him. There's a smirk rising on his face like he knows he's as gorgeous as he is. I hate it. I want to leave a scar right across one side of his face to the other. I wonder if he would still be nice to look at after.

"Ay Deos Moy, your eyes are freaky, bet you have a funny story about how your mom reacted when she saw your demonic eyes." I lean forward to examining his eyes; better for him to think he doesn't scare me even if my heart seems to be beating out of my chest... his eyes are so dark like a jaguar's... can he smell fear too? "I want to hear it" I say mockingly, trying to ignore all the signs that this is most definitely the most dangerous man I've met in my life.. Even one year ago I would have crumbed at the crime he had committed, even though it wouldn't have been the first time someone had died in front of my eyes. The way he had broken the man seemed to be frightening. He didn't need a weapon... He was a weapon. The future king of diamonds.

He rolls his eyes carelessly as he lets out a scuffle meeting me halfway in my gaze. Our faces end up close enough to kiss but I don't want to be the one to back down first. "Hmmm well, she died after birthing me, so I guess her heart stopped when she saw me."

I press my lips together not knowing what else to do. If he would have said she left him I would have had a joke handy. I don't know anyone with a dead mother.

"Oh.... interesting." is the only thing I can manage to say as I break contact and go take a seat on the sofa. There lay a full bottle of vodka on the stand next to me; I don't drink when I first encounter someone but for some reason, I do not want to be sober around someone so fucked.

"So... what's your name." I say trying to avoid the uncomfortable silence while I pour a second cup for the mysterious guy. "I don't have one," he says casually.

I snap my eyes up to him, lifting my brow at the comment and place the vodka bottle harshly on the table. "How old are you? You say that out of your what, 21 years of living you never got a name?"

He shakes his head slowly like he's playing with his prey. "I've gone by Thunder."

I take my tablet and quickly run a search of the name on the database. "By whom?" The results come out blank. He walks over and takes the one full glass I poured but doesn't drink it right away. "My...brother, I think that's the best term to describe him."