Vincenzo MorenoI grabbed a glove and slid my fist into it. Teeth clenched to bottle in the hurt, I wrapped the glove straps around my wrist; then headed straight to the ring.“Signore, you forgot the second glove.” I blocked out the voice and continued till I reached the ring. I waited for my opponent to show up. I would heap my frustration on that motherfucker . The murderous desire stacked up with every passing nanosecond. It was a great deal keeping still. After several agonizing minutes, the dick emerged. My icy eyes followed him from the locker room opposite to some feet away from the ring. He stomped closer. His gait, and in fact, his entire person irked me. I didn’t wait till he fully got in before rendering a blow across his cheek. Having caught him off guard, I dragged him across the ropes, and into the ring. Just then, he came around. Body going rigid, he sent a fist my way. I dodged, more pissed than ever that he’d challenged me. I dealt a merciless blow to his stoma
Vincenzo MorenoI should be excited. I should have my heart leap. I ought to grab the phone and hold it tight to my ear like a lifeboat. All these and more should have happened because Rina was calling.Instead, I stared on as the phone rang. A part of me, a teeny weenie part, wondered why she called. But the other side of me which was numbed by horror overshadowed it. I was sober enough to see the phone call as a bad sign. We were feet apart. Only a stone throw from each other and she was calling? She was terrified of me.No. I couldn’t shit myself any longer. The sooner I told myself the truth, the better for me. Rina wasn’t scared of me. She wanted nothing to do with me. I wasn’t part of her future.I looked away from the phone when it stopped blaring, and rose. I rose only to drop to the bed again.I hadn’t felt this anxious for a while. The person responsible wasn’t lost to me. the old bastard, Russo. He messed with my mind.What could I say? What exactly could I say when all o
Vincenzo Moreno The door let loose by a single twist of the key.I gripped the handle, only to freeze. Annoyance seeping onto my face, constricting my brows. My damn hands were sweaty. I was fucking nervous. I ground my teeth, hard enough to produce an ache. Sure I’d gotten my shit together, I pushed the door. Unsurprisingly, the first thing I set my eyes on was Rina. Seated on the floor; her back to the bed, she looked up from the carpet and cast her dazed eyes on me. Tiny balls of sweat dotted her forehead, gleaming under the fluorescent light. Before I could respond to that, she wrung her face, whimpering. I took an uncertain step forward. "Non mi sento troppo bene." [I don’t feel too good]. Her increasing whimpering snapped me out of my trance. “Hey,” I whispered, rushing towards her. I held her cheeks, brushing some strands of hair away from her face. “It’ll be fine. I’m here now.”The joy I felt when she clasped her hands on my flanks was unquantifiable. Yes, Rina. This i
Rina ZanteFeet shuffled into Michalis Gallery, the workshop where we art students created pieces. Once everyone settled in, the professor dished out his instructions yet again. We were to paint using any medium, and make use of any style we'd learnt so far. Surrealism was my choice. I guessed what they said was true. That passion was a driving force. It made you keep going even when the zeal was lost. My love for painting and the desire to teach it were the reason I was here despite all that'd happened. And in spite of the fact I'd be rudely reminded of the worst day of my life because of a particular face. I didn't wrestle for a spot like everyone did. No energy for that; I dreaded people now. As luck may have it, there was an unoccupied space facing the corridor at the far end of the gallery. And even more awesomely, it was secluded. The dots connected quickly. No one took it because Professor Carlo, the no-nonsense patriarch, had his seat close. I got to the spot and laid out
Vincenzo MorenoI shoved water out of the way as I made a beeline to the other end of the pool. The seventh time I did so. On getting there, I pierced to the surface and slid a hand across my face. A few blinks later, I spotted an object in the sunshade opposite. Dragging my gaze away, I pushed out of the pool.My focus returned to the object; even when a guard brought in my towel, I didn't look away. Drying up, I walked towards the shade. A thought descended from nowhere. A wish. I wished Rina had been here to see me pull myself out of the pool. My dripping body to her full glare. Humour stretched my lips as I imagined how flustered she'd have been. The tray would have slipped from her hold, and she'd work frantically to clear the mess. Then, I'd claim her by the waist and kiss away the embarrassment. When I got to the shade, I picked up the glass of juice with the intention of picking her scent. Though faint, it entranced me. I laid on the lounge, partly sipping the drink and pa
Vincenzo MorenoShe blinked. Pushing down fright or whatever it was down her throat, she moved. But stopped several inches away. "Close to me." At the end, what separated us was nothing more than an inch. I crossed over to her, looking on blankly as her lashes fluttered. At least she didn't pull away. I brought her to my chest, getting washed with something similar to relief. I was finally united with Rina."I didn't mean for any of that to happen."I kissed her crown. My lovely vanilla whiff diving into my nostrils. I pressed her deeper into my chest. Soft, fleshy body glued to me. "Can you forgive me?" Loosening the embrace, I tipped her chin. To my delight, she held my gaze. "Can you?"Her gaze was frozen for a moment, before she swallowed, looking away. Then, just when I was about nursing a sore chest, she nodded. Her response didn't please me, however. For one, it was stiff. "You haven't. Nothing I said touched you?""I have."I stared at the tears that danced on her
Rina Zante"You don't want to be his maid anymore," the Luna said, more direct than my 'I would like to regain my former position'. "Yes, Luna." "Well, you weren't his maid in the first place. What's going on is a mere play, and I've always been curious about the end." The stretch of silence pulled me to lift my gaze. And there, right before me was a scrutinizing look. I knew I shouldn't avoid eye contact; I couldn't help it. "What happened?"I shook my head. "Nothing at all. I simply would like to resume work as a regular maid.""After all this while, you've suddenly decided to do your job. Rina, do I look stupid?" I took a moment to garner composure before speaking. "There's nothing fishy, Luna. I just want to work like everyone else.""Are you scared of telling on him?" Another sprinkle of silence—which I didn't care to investigate its cause—dropped. "You shouldn't be," Luna's voice finally broke in. "He is my son and I know how difficult he can be. I was the one who employed
Rina ZanteI almost blamed myself; but put a stop on it. I was done doing that. I. . . I couldn't be blamed. No, I never imagined he would go that far. I never knew he was worse than a demon. I left the bathroom, fuelling with rage, and snatched my bags from the bed. As though this evening wasn't already worse, the door opposite opened just as I stepped into the corridor. If I could, I'd have gouged my eyes out for picking up that disgusting figure before me. But I couldn't. What, however, was in my power, was the ability to walk away. And when my name left his lips, oh how bad was the urge to turn around and punch that stupid mouth of his. "I'm talking to you."I spun around, as soon as he laid his hands on me, and pushed him. Hard on the chest. "Don't touch me. Leave me alone, you…" sick thing!"Excuse me?""I said, leave me alo—" His dirty hands covered my lips and he dragged me into the lounge. Despite the resistance I put up with. Pushing me in, he closed the door. "Are you