BOOK 3: The Mafia Game (Hiatus)

TMG 40: Repel

NOTE: This is so short and more like a filler chapter than a whole chapter. Whatever. Hindi kasi ako mapakali na hindi ko maipost 'to bago ako pumasok. Lmao 12:41PM na. So yeah. Iisipin niyo ring ang daldal ni Azmael pagtapos ng chapter na 'to. Nasira ko ang image niya. Sorry, L :D ENJOY MAFIAS~!

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TMG 40 ♠

Azmael Bezarius

"Azmael?"

Fuck.

"Azmael, nandiyan ka ba?"

I pushed my head on the pillow further, silently wishing it could blocked the voice calling me outside.

"Azmael? Saan na naman ba nagpunta ang lalaking 'yon?" The person mumbles, almost inaudible but still managed to reach my ears over the complete silence of the room.

And it's not a little later when I felt my phone buzzed, vibrating somewhere on my bed. In utter annoyance from the disturbed sleep, I blindedly searched for the long forgotten blanket overnight and pulled it over my head, hoping it could blocked everything and just leave me with a still silence to lull me back to sleep.

But, "fuck." I cursed under my breath, flailing my arms aimlessly to search for the damn vibrating nonstop phone only to see that I received the rarest thing on Earth – a message from Vincent.

From: Troublemaker

I don't know where the hell are you and not like I care, too.

But I saved breakfast on the table for your starving ass later.

And just like that, a tick of the lock rang over the whole unit.

Inis akong bumangon sa kama at nagkusot ng mga mata para tanggalin ang antok sa sistema bago labag sa loob na iniwan ang higaan at dumiretso sa banyo para mag-ayos ng sarili.

Whoever invented that school is fun and exciting is an absolute bullshit for tricking the children. Because definitely, first, school isn't fun from all the hassle of school works and exams and terror professors and two, school isn't exciting most when you have a subject that starts in an ungodly hour of seven in the morning and last subject that ends on eight in the evening. So tell me where is the fun and excitement there. Psh.

Isinuot ko na lang ang unang uniform na nakita ko sa closet at dumiretso sa kusina nang maalala ang text ni Vincent. Toast breads, ham and egg. Mabilis akong kumain at iniwan sa lababo ang mga plato bago lumabas ng condo unit para lang masalubong ang nakahalukipkip na si Meisha habang nakasandal sa dingding ng katapat na unit. Mabilis kong isinara ang pinto sa likod ko bago siya harapin ng maayos.

"What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" she asked back, amused, one brow raised sky high.

"Yes, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the Mafia?"

Tumango-tango siya bago umayos ng pagkakatayo. Nagsimula naman na akong maglakad papunta sa elevator habang pinakikinggan ang tunog ng takong ng sapatos nito habang naglalakad kasunod ko.

"I used to live in that unit," she said as a matter-of-factly and I scrunched my nose with that. "And yes, I was supposed to be in the Mafia to do some things but Sir Randal asked me to check the Empress and so I did. That explains why I am here."

I secretly sighed in relief when the lift opened only to see no one; that means we can talk about the Mafia with no disturbance, freely, and no hesitation at all.

"Maagang umalis si Vincent." I said, pushing the ground floor button.

"I know. I saw her walking in the lounge."