The Mafia's Slave Part 1 & 2

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Sa mga di nakagets... Si Waldrin po yung nag-alok ng payong kay Maxene kaya they both felt weird. ~Author-sama

M A X E N E

"Dude watch out!" Inis na singhal ko sa lalaking natapunan lang naman ako ng beer.

"I-I'm sorry Miss, I didn't--- Marshan?" Nakakunot ang noo nitong nakatingin sakin. I grab the hanky from his hand at pinunas sa damit ko.

"Hey, sorry about that!" He was about to touch me pero tinampal ko ang kamay niya. I continued wiping my dress ng may lumapit na isa pang lalaki samin.

"What's wrong?-- Marshan! What are you doing here? Sinong kasama mo?! What are you wearing?" Hinayaan ko yung isang lalaki na ipatong yung coat niya sakin. I felt like I know him, hindi gaya nitong lalaking nasa harap ko ngayon.

"Nabangga ko kasi siya dude, kaya natapunan ko siya."

"Ma--Ma-- Err Marshan!" Vicky approached me. Napansin niya sigurong hindi na maganda ang mood ko. She removed the coat on my shoulder at binalik dun sa lalaki.

"P-Pasensya na, medyo mainit ang ulo niya ngayon." Vicky tugged me after apologizing to those guys.

"W-Wait Marshan..." The guy who lent me his coat grab my arm. Napatingin ako sa kamay niyang nakahawak sa braso ko before staring at him coldly. He sighed defeatedly before letting go of my arm.

"Magreply ka naman sa mga text ko..." He said sadly. Napatingin ako kay Vicky, lumapit siya sakin at bahagyang bumulong.

"Baka siya yung ex ni Marshan." She whispered without opening her mouth.

Muli akong bumaling dun sa lalaki and looked at him from head to foot. Not bad mukhang may taste naman ang kapatid ko. I mean of course, Blake is also a cool guy, pero alam ko ng hindi sila magtatagal ni Marshan.

"I changed my number." I kept my answer short bago ko hilahin palabas ng bar si Vicky. 

"You know, we can't just let people think you're Marshan, magkakaproblema tayo niyan." She said to me. Pumasok na kami sa kotse ko and I slightly tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. 

"You see, madali lang naman kaming i-differentiate, diba? I have ash gray eyes and Marshan has green eyes!" 

"Not when you're wearing aviators and kapag nasa bar tayo, it's too dark for them to notice the color of your eyes. And besides, you said you love wearing jackets before. That was your trade mark..." 

Nakagat ko ang ibabang labi ko. My skin was burnt and Dad decided to erase all scars and burnt marks on my skin. Kulang na lang maligo ako araw-araw ng lotion para lang mapabilis ang healing process. Hindi gaya noon, makinis na ngayon ang balat ko that's why I can almost wear everything I like. My fashion sense even changed because my foster Mom is a fashion designer and gusto niya laging maayos ang suot ko at babaeng-babae akong tignan.