LOGINCLEOPATRA
I felt a salty taste on my buds. My eyes were clouded with tears as I looked at the man that had once stood as my protector but now a captor. My chest folded over.“Please, Just let me go. I have to go back to my Aunt," I pleaded with tears streaming down. He maintained a hard resolve and didn't flinch.“Your aunt?" He scoffed and took the knife from me. He washed his hands and began to chop the pepper.“Have you ever thouVALENTINE His eyes glowered. He pummeled his hands hard on the snooker table. The balls rattled.“A rat huh?" The corner of his lips cracked in a smirk. He strode down to the meeting room. The entire mob was assembled.The made men, soldiers and guards stood with confused looks on their faces. I ran a quick scan across the room. All I saw were hardened faces with bloodshot eyes. “I want reports from every unit. Present the reports of the movement of every member to my desk before noon," Rossetti hollered, the veins on his neck throbbed. His voice echoed through the wall.“You can all go," He dismissed them with a wave. There was heavy shuffling of feet and each one began to troupe out. I sighed out loud. A sigh of dissatisfaction. “Is that it?" I quipped, my eyes boring into his dark eyes. “If there is a rat, then it would be hunted down," He remarked.“That would take a lot of time, Rossetti. T
CLEOPATRA “Stay down,” Valentine's yell rushed into my ear as a quick bullet grazed through my right arm before he pulled me down. I dropped down on his body. I placed my hands over his chest. I felt a sticky substance on his body. It had a thick copper smell.“Valentine?" My eyes widened. He was bleeding profusely from his chest.“Shhh!!" He rasped and pushed himself up with a grunt. He poked his head out through the shattered window. He lowered himself after a while. He was breathing hard as he lifted himself from the ground dragging me alongside.“Valentine, You are bleeding," My voice was hinged with alarm. He chuckled. His eyes lit as he tossed his head backwards."You are bleeding too, Daredevil,” He gestured at the graze on my arm."It was just a graze. Come on, I'll fix this,” I held his arm and dragged him to the bed and pulled out the first aid kit. I took out the cotton wool a
VALENTINE I was still in doubt when every pointer was at Margaret. The account details she scribbled out in the piece of paper had exactly the same writing as the one Marcelo picked from the store. The attacker was able to get in through the store so probably she helped him into the house. Now the bigger question that still hung unanswered was: Who gave the order? Margaret had bluntly refused to utter a word. She had claimed she didn't see their faces but they had threatened to hurt her mother if she failed to help them out. I watched Cleopatra's lashes flutter gently. Watching and holding her made my heart skip a beat. I felt crazy emotions come to life. They surged through me and made me want to have her within my space every minute. Each time these crazy emotions which I can't explain rear up, a subtle pinch of fear ignites sending shivers running across my entire system. I would lose her. Fe
CLEOPATRA I munched on the food softly. My jaws ground against each other. The house was quiet which isn't unusual. But I feel chills. Valentine hasn't walked out since then. I wondered where he could be. My eyes scanned the stairs. My chest fell flat when I didn't see him coming. Why am I feeling this way? I can't stand staying away from him for a second. "Good morning, Madam,” Margaret greeted warmly, a smile crept up her face."Morning, Margaret,” I returned her smile. The corners of her eyes crinkled as she deepened the smile. She lowered her eyes to my plate. “Would you like a refill?" “I .. I…" I stuttered.“You need to eat, Madam. You have to heal," her voice carried a warm ambiance. I nodded in agreement and she dished more into my plate.“Thank you," I muttered and swallowed hard, staring at the ocean of soup. She stood at my side while I ate. I could feel her old mon
VALENTINE I heard a sound. The wind carried my name into my ears. It was Cleopatra's voice. Loud and clear. I jumped to my feet and ran into her room. She wasn't there. My chest plummeted. I turned around back to the place where I had left her before. It was completely empty. Just the plate, now empty, laid on the table. I heard a rustle in the bush. I ran in that direction, praying softly in my heart that she shouldn't be hurt. I got to the back of the house, it was quiet. My eyes skittered across the large field of grass. I could see no one, not even Cleopatra. "Cleopatra!!!” I yelled loudly, my voice echoed returning back to me. I dug my fingers into my hair out of frustration. My forehead throbbed with anger… at myself for not being with her."Boss…” Margaret ran in panting heavily."Where is Cleopatra?” I demanded. She shook her head, her chest rose and fell heavily as she tri
CLEOPATRA He looked tense and worried. I sat on his bed. It was feathery and plush. A king sized bed for a king. I saw the picture which he was holding just before I walked in. It was a pretty young woman. The picture captured her sides. Her hair was pretty and long. He returned shortly wearing a shirt and a singlet.“Hey," He held my hands and helped me to my feet. We walked out of his room together.“Cleo?!" I hummed a reply. He halted.“On that day, did you notice anything weird?" I pursed my lips, “Weird? Nothing. I was sitting by the pool while Margaret left to get the swimming kit." “She left?" “Yes. She entered the In-house." In-house. “Although, I felt an odd presence before he showed up." “He? How do you know it was a man?" “His hands were hard and bony. He had a dark sinister glow in his eyes. I could only see his ey







