Mafia QUEEN Retiring on Eighteen

11. Story in the moonlight.

Charlie and Ordell felt the cold breeze on their skin. It carried out a rare fragrance of unknown origin .

Ordell cleared his throat twice. He took off his eyes from the moon of the night sky and He looked toward the half dead moon standing beside him.

"QUEEN " He uttered.
Hearing that word from him gave Charlie a big shock. Someone might have told him.
Before she spoke anything Ordell continued,
"That Queen from the photo, Can i know more of her? "
He is referring to that incident.

Maybe he still remember the picture Griffith showed.
"Why? " Charlie raised her eyebrows and asked with her curious eyes.

He took one step closer to her, locking his eyes with hers, paused for a while and said in a low but steady voice,
"Her eyes,...
Her eyes seemed lonely as your room... "

She lost her sanity out of his stare. She also took one step closer to him, still looking into his eyes, and whispered
"Wanna hear her story? ".

He went inside suddenly, toward the sofa, to hide his blushing face. She didn't go in.

Breaths in.
Breaths out.
Breaths in.
Breaths out.

Finally her blood pressure is back to normal.
She helped him to move the sofa towards balcony.
She never thought that he will suggest the idea of sitting together in such a small sofa.

Keeping their awkward distance, avoiding eye contacts,
Charlie started telling the story of Great QUEEN Lady Luke.

"Being born to a Criminal king Luke Zeze, Lady Luke had no other option. Her mother was killed when she was 4 months.
She grew up in hell until she met Reagan.

Griffith Aviv Reagan.

An 19 year old blondie with a beautiful smile.
She saw someone smile for the first time when she was 3.
Her happiness grew big until Zeze found about them.
That evening a distorted corps came, and they said it's Reagan's body.
And her rebellion began that day."
Charlie carefully stopped . She don't want to make it obvious that Luke and Charlie is same.
He is still looking at the wide sky.

"Her father wanted to make her cold minded " he lowered his head and said rubbing his fingers over some old scars on the knuckles of his hand.

"She killed 100 people when she turned 5, in the most cruel way" Her throat became dry. No more sound is coming out.
After making some useless efforts she just kept silent.
Those days were dark.
Every bright mornings became darker and darker as days went by.
It was story of her life she wanted to forget.

He slowly raised his head to see why she stopped right there.
Her eyes...for a split of a second  her eyes had the queen in it. It looked like she is carrying it all the way along.
Moon light.
Stars.
Cold breeze.
Balcony.
Everything is perfect.
But those eyes.. those eyes need something different.

He couldn't help it.
He leaned toward her ears, slowly putting his palm over hers, he whispered
"That Queen, she deserves a tight hug".
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To be continued...
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