Beautiful Scar

IFER

way to my next job and the sum of money in my bag already puts me high up there on cloud nine and all I can think of now is the e

dig my hand into my bag and brush past the bundle of cash placed c

er ID flashing on the screen of my ringing

g

flashes on

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roy my mood

refuse to think of him. I will not think of him. I

RO." A tiny robotic voice

iri and your

, okay what to think about, maybe the fact that I

honestly, if you were in my shoes, you'd do the same, especially if you have a deadbeat brother like mine and he calls on yo

ises frustration in my chest, I wish I could ignore this man j

ne, I swipe to answer the call and wha

can't be bothered t

l, I zone out for a moment admiring the drunken pron

back and press the phone tightly to my ear

t move, help." He coughs and

e?

d on my temple suddenly feelin

?" I reply softly but loud enough for him to hear. Again, I would have gone to his r

e alone and

I hear him

r, I - b

ll did not end well, I always had to pay for his drinks or his debts if he lost a gamble. What if this is anothe

I can stop myself and I immediately regret it,

between hiccups and

Toot!

off the call.

I say in a pleading voice, "Please can you change destinatio

ut still swerves his car and that is

ot mind his grumpiness, eve

t before, honestly. It does not sound like one of his usual locations where he went to play bets and drink in a stup

he button by the door to wind the win

him up, drop him at his apartment and head to my next gig, I planned to be early but with fate working

l caress and I have a really bad premonition but I shove this thought

stops immediately after his words

et off, tipping him and still f

d I step onto the curb ramp a

a high-end club like this? This spits money, it spits exclusive, it spits class, and it

t there is a bouncer or rather, there are bouncers lined up and looking all bucked and murderous. I can't even make my wa

d Matteo make h

that a whole thirty minutes has passed si

that job for me

ainly will be t

ay." I feel a tap on my shoulder

lashes, flicking her

he craziness of her carriage, it is jus

further, chewing her bubblegum quite loudly and of cours

on't have the time, whether I look like a drowned rat or my c

er card and they push open

did Matteo mak

ings continually and that's it. I call a few

have been easy for me if Matteo answered his call, this way I would h

ther, and I'm swooning, but that's not the point, the point is that the man who comes out of the car is dangerously handsome, he wa

orry

I head towards the man but immediately another man dra

e, Jen, b

he same time I call out to the man who stood

de but I need y

s go of me but not before he throws me a stink eye. I don't have the time

id as it leaves my mouth, to that effect, I shrink into my shoulders and

phone and looks down at

ght now is that

not, beca

s to you? (I know that's a lot of detail.) That's what he looks like, what am I saying? He is even way better! His dark eyes look

the situation at hand but melts me in the pr

I ask

Serio