Cruel Stakes High Roller

Engage, Enrage.

[10] Engage, Enrage.

I drove fast on the main highway, stopping for no one, only pressing the brakes when absolutely necessary. I suddenly got more infuriated—if that was even possible—after realizing that he lived far from us. As we were in Paige City, he was all the way in Maryknoll City.

I reached his place a little past 10 in the morning. His car was not in the garage. I figured that he wasn't in yet, so I parked my car under the shade of a big old tree and waited.

Quite a number of hours later, he still wasn't in yet, and I fell asleep in my car.

It was soft but a tingling sensation. I actually thought my foot was being tickled. I drowsily drifted from sleep as my senses started to pick up. Then the sensations went up to my nerves in my legs then quickly crawled to my ass. It kept bugging me until I finally opened my eyes and a wild gust of wind filled my lungs. It would not stop vibrating, it wouldn't stop moving.

Until... my mind finally woke up.

"Hello?" I answered coarsely.

"Oh, were you sleeping? I'm sorry, I'll just call back, again... later." A soft and sweet familiar voice said, embarrassed.

"Wait, wait... Felice?" I sat up straight and check the garage of his house. Hiding behind my dashboard I saw that his gates were open. "Hey, ah... Happy Birthday!"

"Hi Anthony, uhm... thank you." She giggled a bit. "Thank you for the dessert! It's delicious." She said.

"No problem. I'm glad you liked it." I said as I saw his car enter the garage. "Listen..."

"Well, I just called to thank you. I know you're busy and stuff. So yeah. Uhm, it's very sweet of you. Thanks!" She said as she shut the call off.

So she thought it was sweet, huh? I must be doing something right then.

I shook my head as I demanded myself to focus on what was more important. As soon as the automatic motorized gates were about to close, I went out of my car, clicked the auto-lock and slipped inside while combing my hair with my fingers. I straightened my shirt from its rumpled state and startled the maid with my presence.

"Sir?" The maid asked me with wide eyes.

"Hi, I'm Antoinette's sister, Anthony. You probably don't know me, but I just saw Alfred come home. I need to talk to him." I said as I burst into his house.

He was just ascending the stairs.

"Alfred!" I said as if I was happy to see him. I gritted my teeth in a bitter smile.

"Oh, hey Anthony. What brought you here?" He asked as he stepped down to face me. I immediately gave him one of my strongest punches to his face.

"What the fuck!" And he flew towards the side, cowering, covering his face.

The maids shrieked.

"That's for making my sister cry!" I pulled him by his expensive shirt and shoved him to the staircase. The maids continued to scream as their boss was being beaten senseless by an eighteen-year-old.

"This is for using her!" I kicked his gut.

He shrunk terribly as the pain started to flow through his body, I imagine. I tried to grab his shirt again, pummeling towards him, but he was able to retaliate. He kicked me and I flew mopping the floor with my backside as I slid back towards the hard marble flooring. I collected myself and tried to have another go.

Before I could stand up, he was able to punch me both in the face and on my body several times. I tried to push him away as we rolled on the floor. I hit him hard in the head and shoved him down as I stood up. I trashed him towards the corner of the room as I became delirious with fury.

"That's for HITTING Antoinette!" I gasped as I was able to inhale the rusty, musky scent of fresh blood oozing out of the newly cut wounds. If there was shattered glass, I didn't seem to notice.

I was disgusted, repulsed by the kind of creature that he was, and I finished the beating with a spit in his face. "Don't you DARE go near her again, or I swear, I'll not leave you alive, I'll grab and hammer your every last breath!" I fixed myself, wiping my face roughly on my sleeve and left with an almost permanent scowl on my face as the maids came to aid their boss.

Driving home, I checked the rearview mirror for my cuts. My face looked horrid. It was weird since I didn't feel that horrible at all.

One of my cheeks was inflated, my eye had a cut under the brow and my mouth was swelling badly. Damn!

When I got home, I saw my sister waiting for me on the front porch. Her face was bandaged up, but she could still see. Antoinette immediately burst into tears upon seeing me. She took me to the kitchen to apply some ice and talked some sense into me, or at least, that's what she called it.

"Tony, I told you not to interfere." She said as she calmed herself and tended to my wounds. Her hands were soft against the throbbing cuts. My skin was starting to become translucent showing circles that were going from purple, to blue and black and possibly a little green.

"You will not be marrying that son-of-a-bitch. If he hit you now, what more could he do to you when you're already married!" I said as I drank a glass of ice-coldwater.

I eyed the ring she was holding, she wasn't wearing it anymore, but she was still holding it.

"No... you can't, you simply cannot."

I shook my head. I can stop this now when there's no law tying them together yet. "When you get married, I wouldn't have any right to beat him, but I can't promise you that I won't kill him at your wedding." My fist balled up and as the knuckles crackedin protest, it suddenly felt numb.

"I love you, Tony." She said and hugged me tight, and I hugged her back.