LOGINNICK WALKER ©
I slowly dropped my hands, slow and awkward, earning laughter and looks from the others. He looked at me exactly the way he did yesterday. Not angry. Not shocked. Just… blank. Like he has not seen someone familiar. “The nerd is shocked he has seen someone breathtaking.“ I heard someone say and laughter rippled again. “Nerd” was what they mostly called me in college. I watched the lecturer call attendance, he wore a pair of glasses and I could still recognize him. “I'm Enzo Grayson.“ He finally said, adjusting his glasses. His voice was low, rough, and steady. “Professor Grayson.“ He added. I didn't get to hear his voice last night. “Oh my God!“ Avery mouthed as she tapped my arm. “He's so hot and he has an attractive voice.“ She whispered to me. I swallowed hard. Attractive voice? Maybe. But if she had seen him wielding a knife to another man’s throat last night, she’d never be saying that. We left for the lawn after ending classes for the day. “Argh! I’m so tired,” she groaned, collapsing onto the grass. “Why can’t we get at least one weekday off?” “I also wish.” I said, sitting beside her. “Why's Mira happily expecting you to come over today?. I asked. “Oh.“ Her face brightened. “She told me she has a big story to share about something that happened in school. I can't wait to hear from her.“ She giggled. Avery stayed with Mira whenever I worked late regardless of the shabby place we stayed unlike hers. Avery is almost like an older sister to Mira though both of them bicker playfully between themselves. I chuckled as I thought of Mira's words this morning. “Mira thinks you like me.“ I said and we both burst into laughter. Avery’s laughter burst so loud than mine before turning to me. “Are you serious?” “Well, we hang out all the time. It’s not her fault she thinks that way. But just so you know, if you ever get a girlfriend and don’t tell me, our friendship is over.“ She warned. “You too,” I shot back, smirking. “Of course, when I get a man like Professor Grayson to be mine, you'll be the first to know.“ She smiled to herself as she clasped her hands together. I was so sure she was imagining a fake scenario with that professor. “What if Professor Grayson is not who you think he is?“ I asked, more like spill the question, before I could get myself. She raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean? Wait, speak of the devil.” We both watched as he passed by, coffee in hand, dressed in a fitted blazer and tailored pants. Every outfit screamed expensive. The girls stared. A couple of guys looked too and he didn’t acknowledge a single one. Avery sighed dreamily as Grayson walked out of sight. “You were saying?” I turned my book open on my lap. “Nothing. Forget it. Let’s study.” “Study?“ She groaned like I’d asked her to lift a truck. ∆∆ ~ FIVE STAR CLUB AND BAR ~ At nightfall, I watched as police moved in and out the club, asking people questions before each customer entered. My stomach sank. I managed to get in and quickly changed to my work outfit and flagged down a coworker. “What’s going on?” I asked. “You don’t know?” His voice trembled. “They found a dead body in Room 19.” My blood froze. Room 19. The same room I served last night. The same room where Professor Grayson held that knife. I nodded nervously as my chest tightened. My hands sweated under the thin gloves. I began to panic as I thought about it. Could Professor Grayson be the killer? Not long after, I overheard an officer leaving my boss’s office. “That will be all. Thank you for your time. We’ll continue interrogations outside.” Panic clawed through me. What if they questioned me? What if they found out I’d been in that room? Many questions ran through my mind as I stood on a spot nervously. A few minutes later, Mr. Kyle, the owner, gathered all the workers. His face was cold. “I’m sure you’ve heard. A man died here last night,” he said. “This place will be investigated, and some of you will be interrogated. But listen to me clearly, whether you saw something or not, you don’t speak a word to the cops. Do I make myself clear?” He left before we could answer. I stood frozen. I’d seen everything. And now, Room 19 was linked to murder. The truth was clawing at my throat. I needed to tell Mr Kyle what I had seen last night. I hesitated, then forced myself toward his office. If anyone needed to know, it was him. “Nick,” Mr. Kyle said when I was given the permit to enter, his bodyguard looming at the door. “What brings you here?” “I… I thought you should know,” I stammered. I panicked so hard I thought I’d faint. “Last night, I delivered drinks to Room 19. I walked in on something… unsettling.” His gaze sharpened. “Go on.” I told him everything,how I saw professor Grayson holding a knife to another's throat, how the attacker was my Italian professor, and how I fled. My voice shook the whole time. “I want to remain anonymous,” I quickly added. “If this goes to the police, I don’t want my name tied to it.“ I added and leveled down my head. Mr. Kyle leaned back in his chair and studied me for a while. “Then you’ll have to keep this information anonymous to yourself as well.” I looked up and blinked. “What?” “You heard me, Nick. Forget it ever happened.” He turned back to the files on his desk as if I hadn’t spoken at all. My throat dried. Somehow, he already knew about this. I was escorted outside as my heart was hammering, my head filled with questions. I returned back to my station as I tried to follow my daily routine across the counter. But when the door opened again, my blood turned to ice. It was him. Enzo Grayson walked into the bar with calmness and without glasses this time,his eyes were colder this time. He chose a corner table, sat down, and signaled for a drink. Minutes later, Mr. Kyle joined him. I froze behind the counter as I watched them talk. But then it happened, Grayson’s eyes lifted, meeting mine across the room. That stare again. I swallowed hard, forced my gaze down, and prayed my trembling hands wouldn’t give me away.LORENZO GRAYSON\ KERZHAKOV ©I stared at the mirror intently, ready to put on the life of a lecturer I fixed myself into. I picked my pair of glasses and wore them. Every morning, I put on this same calm, controlled look, the look of a college lecturer who blends into normal life. But no matter how neat I looked, or how peaceful I tried to act, it didn’t change one truth.I was still the son of one of the most powerful mafia syndicates in Russia.I grabbed the car keys and started driving to college. Halfway there, my phone rang. It was Kyle. He never called this time unless it was important.“Any updates?” I asked, eyes still on the road.I had sent Kyle to investigate the man that was arrested by the cops. We needed to know who he worked for and whose hands were reaching into my life again.“He doesn't even know you, he was sent to kill the man that was after you. I’m trying to track the people behind him, but he says he was blackmailed…”I scoffed. Of course. Another pawn.“Let hi
NICK WALKER ©“Can you handle any information I might send to you to drop on your class bulletin board?“ Professor Grayson asked and walked to the chair to sit.“Especially the attendance,” he added, straightening a stack of papers on his desk.I blinked at him. “Wait,what do you mean? Is that all you called me here for?”He looked up and gave a calm nod. “Why else should I call you?”I scoffed. “You really have nothing else to say?”He didn’t answer. He just kept sorting through his papers.“The man who died,” I blurted, “I'm sure he probably had a family waiting for him at home. Things like that have never happened in Mr. Kyle’s bar before.”His eyes flicked toward me. “Mr. Walker, I’d rather you not talk about that within the college premises.”My fists tightened. “Why? Are you scared?”He sighed and looked me straight in the eyes. “No. But aren’t you?”That calm, mocking tone made something twist inside me.“You are trembling and you challenged me here, alone,” he stated and conti
NICK WALKER ©“Give me that.“ Mira yanks the comb from my hand, jolting me out of the million thoughts running through my mind.“Sorry. I’ve got a lot going on,” I said with a sigh.“You don't have to apologize. I’m happy you don’t have to fix my hair this morning. “She beamed happily and turned to the mirror like she had won a fight.“Good morningggg!” Avery sang as she walked in, loud as always.Mira groaned as she walked towards Avery. “Why do you have such a noisy friend?” Avery opened her arms, thinking she was about to get a hug, but Mira reached past her, grabbed the fried chicken box, and opened it with joy.“Oh hi, Avery, can we all go to school now?“ She asked as she bites into the drumstick.“I'm never bringing that to this house again, Mira!“ Avery yelled.“Yeah, don't. You can as well bring something nicer next time.“ Mira retorted as they both bickered like two cats fighting for one fish bone.“Whatever. Why don't you use your big words on him? He seems to be going thr
NICK WALKER ©I slowly dropped my hands, slow and awkward, earning laughter and looks from the others. He looked at me exactly the way he did yesterday. Not angry. Not shocked. Just… blank. Like he has not seen someone familiar. “The nerd is shocked he has seen someone breathtaking.“ I heard someone say and laughter rippled again. “Nerd” was what they mostly called me in college. I watched the lecturer call attendance, he wore a pair of glasses and I could still recognize him. “I'm Enzo Grayson.“ He finally said, adjusting his glasses. His voice was low, rough, and steady. “Professor Grayson.“ He added. I didn't get to hear his voice last night. “Oh my God!“ Avery mouthed as she tapped my arm. “He's so hot and he has an attractive voice.“ She whispered to me. I swallowed hard. Attractive voice? Maybe. But if she had seen him wielding a knife to another man’s throat last night, she’d never be saying that.We left for the lawn after ending classes for the day.“Argh! I’m so tired
NICK WALKER©The silence in the bar was so loud. It was the opposite of the club above us, everything here was quieter. Laughter and chatter was subtle, like everyone had agreed to keep their secrets in their glass. I stood behind the counter, polishing cups, sliding drinks across the counter and forcing a smile to the people. This was my life everyday. I work night after night working part-time to keep food on the table for myself and my little sister, Mira. Parents? None. My mother left us the day Mira was born, and my father had already died years earlier. “Nick.“ My colleague, Shawn dragged me out of my thoughts.“Could you take this to the VIP room? I really need to use the restroom. Thanks.” He shoved a paper into my hand and darted away before I could say a word.I sighed as I took a look at the paper in my hand.I've always avoided going to the VIP room. Politicians, men with bodyguards, rich strangers who thought touching staff was their right. People like that turned th







