Assassins Creed Biker's Club : Jacob Frye (Completed)

Chapter 1 (Edited)

Clara

Binuksan ko ang laptop ko pagkatapos umalis ng waiter na naghatid ng inorder kong pineapple juice. Maingay ang paligid subalit imbes na mairita ay nakaramdam ako ng kapanatagan. This is a local bar, what do I expect? Ibinuhos ko ang buong atensyon ko sa reports ukol hotel na pinamamahalaan ko.

I left my hometown a month ago, and right now, I am in the small yet breathtaking town of Saeree. Compared to Ailhelm, this town is way too different. Walang gaanong establisyemento sa rito subalit masasabing kong maunlad ang bayang ito.

Nasa loob ako ng isang bar. This place is not that huge, not clean or hygienic, with a lot of bikers drinking and shouting like crazy. The place is quite suffocating with the stench of alcohol, smoke, and body sweat that's choking me at the same time. Ibang-iba ito sa mga bar na nakasanayan ko sa Ailhelm subalit wala ako sa lugar para magreklamo. Ito lang ang tanging lugar na bukas ng dis-oras ng gabi.

Bagaman maari kong basahin itong report sa aking silid ay mas pinili ko na ang lumabas. Alam kong uubusin ko lang ang oras ko sa pagiyak at pagmumukmok kung mananatili ako sa hotel. Though the bikers in this bar look so scary with their bulky muscles and tattoos, I think they will not hurt any civilian unless you started it yourself, so I guess I will be able to go home safe and sound later.

Busy ako sa pagtitingin ng status at kita ng hotel ng biglang tumunog ang cellphone ko. Hindi ko maiwasan ang makaramdam ng pagkairita ng makita ang pangalan ng kapatid ko sa screen. Why can't she leave me alone? Can't they see that I left the town is because I am trying to avoid everything that will remind me of him?

Two month have passed, and I am still grieving. I badly need this break. I need to run away. I need to redeem myself. I need to get away from the pain. I need to forget him. I need to forget his fucking promises that went to ashes when he decided that his funeral is a much better celebration than our wedding.

"Miss, if you are not gonna answer that, just throw it or press the end button. Its ringing sound is irritating."

Bumalik ang isip ko sa kasalukuyan dahil sa baritonong tinig mula sa likuran ko. I let out a sigh of frustration upon noticing that I have spaced out again while looking at my phone while it continuously ringing.

Knowing my sister, even if I press the end button, she will just continue to redial my number until I answer it. I press the answer button and put on my headset.

"Hello..." Bungad ko sa linya.

"Finally, akala ko paghihintayin mo ako ng dalawang oras bago mo sagutin ang telepono." Wika nito.

"Hating gabi na. Why are you calling me at this late night?" Hindi ko maiwasan ang pagbahid ng inis sa boses ko. She is supposed to be sleeping by now. Don't she have a morning class for tomorrow?

"I can't sleep. I just wanna make sure that you are doing fine." Malambing nitong wika. "Why is it so noisy in your background? Are you in a bar?"

Napabuntong hininga na lang ako sa tanong nito. I don't usually go to such kind of place, I hate it. The smoke, the scent of alcohol, the people who go in it. I hate this kind of atmosphere. I'd rather stay in my office and take care of the business than going to a place like this.

"I'm doing okay. I'm checking the reports you have sent to me." Sagot ko. Wala akong balak na kumpirmahin ang huling tanong nito. The answer is pretty obvious. "Stop worrying too much about me. I can handle myself perfectly." I let out a yawn as I speak. Pinatay ko ang laptop ko at saka isinara iyon. I should head back to the hotel after this.

"How can I not be worried about you?" Bakas ko ang pagaalala sa boses nito. "You almost get yourself killed a month ago because you decided to drive while you are drunk as hell, and now if I am gonna based it on your background, you are probably drowning yourself on alcohol again."