Shattered

CHAPTER TEN

(Lucas' Pov)

Driving towards the building I had attended nearly a week ago, I cursed myself for being so careless and somehow letting my wallet fall out of my trouser pockets. Fortunately enough for me, it didn't get into the wrong hands and instead slid behind the leather seats, pressed against the walls. Earlier on in the week I received a call from the owner, who had found my wallet and informed me I could pick it up whenever I'd like.

How my wallet fell - I presumed it was a cause from the willing whore (who was settled on my lap at the time) hurried movement. All that whore's ass shaking against my lap, had nearly cost me to lose a lot. I was surprised that the manager walked away from it willingly.

Shaking my head at myself for giving into her seducing manner, I took a left, and led myself into the parking lot of The Lobby. Roughly parking my car, knowing I wouldn't be here for long, I stepped outside, locking it as I straightened out my suit blazer, walking towards the front entrance. As always, I took a cautious glance around me.

That was how I lived. With a constant fear and awareness that I could die any moment, any second of the day, in an endless of possible ways. I could be shot from a sniper with a paid hit man, sitting on top of a high skyscraper roof. I could be charged up to, jumped by a single person or a large group and either be stabbed or beaten to death. Heck, I could be poisoned somehow.

At first, the idea of possibly being murdered at any second of the day, it evoked fear within me. I was nervous, always hesitant to step outside, regardless if I had weaponry on me, or had some source of human protection to prevent that from happening. But eventually, over time, that fear died down and it was replaced with... nothing. 

I suddenly couldn't care what came next in life. I remotely feared anything in life and sometimes anticipated death. It was going to come to everyone eventually. There was no longer a reason to fear it.

Not when you barely lived for anything.

Exhaling deeply, I pushed the depressing thoughts right to the back of my mind and stepped through the entrance doors of The Lobby. I was surprised to see the comparison of the club scene during midday and night. It was lifeless, soundless, empty and dark during the day. But by the end of the night, it would be full of life, endless chatter would ring in your ears, music would be blasting through the speakers, it'd crowded with a range of people and energy would be completely capturing the scene. 

I pursed my lips. I guess I somewhat preferred the midday scene, in all honesty.

My eyes searched around the club, as my feet walked across the large dance floor. I didn't spot anyone else other than an elder women sweeping the ground, making me frown in disgust. It always repulsed me to see elder people doing work that any young male or female could effortlessly do, especially with much more energy.

Walking towards her reluctantly, I gently tapped her on the arm. She halted with her movement, immediately dragging her gaze up from the ground and paused it on my face. I noticed her skin tone was a light brown colour, and her hair was thick and seemed like it used be a jet black colour instead of a dark grey.

"I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I was wondering if there was anyone else here? Possibly your boss or the owner of the building?" I carefully questioned her, noticing her eyes flash with an emotion that was hard to dismiss. It seemed like fear, and I was used to staring back into eye completely filled with it.

"Sorry, my English very poor." She brokenly let out and I noticed that her accent was quite thick - she seemed Indian. Clearing her throat, her eyes shifted to behind me and her finger extended out, pointing in the direction. "There is lady over there."