Snakes bite

Luther POV

I watched her run into her apartment like a helpless bird, I already felt something for her, and this was happening so fast.

“I’m not sure she wants to be involved in this “ I thought to my self as my mind wandered and opposed the thought.

She was already in it when she got involved with Vicenzo but she just didn’t see that part of him until they broke up.

I drove back to my apartment settled on the couch as I took a pack of backwood cigar and lit it up, enjoying the clouds it released and how calm it was.

“You have a call from an identity sir” one of my men said as I took the call from his hands.

“Good afternoon Luther” a masculine voice spoke on the other end as I calmly listened, I recognized the voice it was Vicenzo, bit nevertheless I pressed on

“Who is on the line”

“It Vicenzo conti”

“Okay….,.” I pressed on him to continue his conversation I had no time to waste on the call

“There is a shipment coming in, and I would need your men helping deal with it”

“70-30”

“80-25” he said trying to negotiate

“70-30” that final I said as I lit my cigar so it continues it burn.

“Okay deal?” He asked

“No Vicenzo, I call the deal, I only allow a victim of 2 which comes with a compensation for the family , if casualties are more than 2 the payment would be 60-40”

“But sir…..”

“No but, call me when you take the offer” I said as I cut the call handing over my phone to the guard.

It was almost nightfall, I was sitting at the varenda bored, I decided to go to the club, perhaps watch people dance , then I choose Eden.

“Drive me to the club Eden” I said to my driver while he took me there.

Eden was alive tonight, bass thrummed beneath my feet the moment I stepped through the private entrance.

Bodies moved like shadows under crimson lights. Laughter mixed with the pulse of music, and the scent of expensive perfume lingered in the air.

But none of it touched me, not really.

I moved through the crowd like a ghost in tailored black. People nodded. Bartenders straightened. Girls stared. No one dared speak.

They knew who I was.

I took the private staircase to the upper level

my table, my view. From here, I could see the entire floor. Every entrance. Every face.

But the only face I wished I saw wasn’t here.

Rose.

My chest ached a little just thinking about her. The way she ran. The way her voice cracked when she said “Take me home.”

She’d looked at me like I was a stranger.

You are, a voice in my head whispered. To her, you are.

And maybe that was true.

I took another drag of my cigar and exhaled slowly, and that’s when I saw it,n ot a face.

A movement.

A certain sway of the hips. Controlled. Calculated. Like someone who knew exactly how many eyes were watching her and didn’t care.

Marylin.

She was across the floor, in black silk and sharp heels, weaving through the crowd like she owned it.

She hadn’t seen me yet, but I watched her with narrowed eyes.

No warning. No contact.
What the hell was she doing here?

Then her head turned.

And our eyes locked.

Just like that.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away.

Instead, she smiled that slow, smug smile she always wore when she had information no one else did.

And then she climbed the stairs.

Unbothered. Uninvited,

Straight to me.

I didn’t move. I didn’t speak.

She reached the last step, heels clicking once on the marble floor, and came to stand at my side, her arms resting lightly on the railing like this was her view too.

“Still brooding in the shadows, I see,” she said, voice smooth as ever.

“I didn’t realize ghosts drank champagne now,” I replied without looking at her.

She chuckled lightly. “Come on, Luther. You missed me.”

“I don’t miss people. I replace them.”

“Then why haven’t you replaced me yet?”

I turned to her then. Slowly.

Her makeup was flawless. Her perfume, the same as it used to be a clean, expensive kind of danger. But beneath it all, there was something different in her eyes.

She wasn’t here to flirt.

She was here with purpose.

“What do you want, Marylin?”

She tapped the railing lightly with her manicured fingers. “I thought it was time we had a conversation.”

“About?”

She leaned in slightly. “Your new toy.”

“She isn’t a toy marlyin” I said back at her my eyes glowing with anger and she could definitely see that but one thing about her was she was headstrong and knew how to mask fear

“Hey, hold”she said mockingly

“Don’t tell me , she is the reason why you are here brooding”

“What do you want Marylin”I said to her again as she sat opposite me placing her hands on mine

“I miss you Luther”

“Wow” I said as I burst into soft laughter.

“I must commend you for this, you did make me have a good laugh”

“We are powerful together and yunno it Luther she pressed on as I sneered without listening to whatever that was she said.

“Vicenzo wants her back” she said as my eyes met hers

“How do you know that????”

“Let’s just say I have friends and I know people, besides I want you back” she said

“Tell her he’s not having her”

“That girl isn’t your level “ she blurted

“Neither are you” I retorted as she looked at me with venom in her eyes , if looks could kill I would really have been buried a long time ago.

“You don’t know what you have gone into Luther, it now you against two people , who told you she even wants you “ she said

“Leave Marylin”

“No”

“Leave” I said with a firm and commanding tone as she picked up her bag to leave in less than ten seconds she was retreating back to me

“I’m sorry I sounded like that, I just really miss you “ she said as I looked at her confused why she became apologetic.

“I wished you loved me this way” she said sounding sad but I wasn’t feeling bad not at all

The next thing I felt her lips on mine dragging me to her with all her strength

“What is going on here” I abruptly stopped as I turned my head to that familiar voice.

It was rose looking at me with so much resentment in her eyes