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"Those who are for me, are for me; those who are not, bear the consequences," he said and continued to stare intensely at me.
That statement unnerved me. It seemed like a warning, but the reason for this whole drama was still unknown. After picking up the package from the table, I was reminded to handle it with care. The guards escorted me out of the house and to my car, the boss’s words about loyalty and consequences still ringing in my ears, and I began to question my safety and my role in his organization. I wondered what kind of situation I had just walked into. Was I being watched? Was my boss testing my allegiance? I knew I had to be careful, as the consequences of crossing him could be dire.
Chapter two
Anthony
The clock struck ten as I steered the sleek black car into the gated community. I had braced for a security check, expecting to be asked to show some form of identification, but to my surprise, the car had been enough to gain access. The security personnel merely nodded and the gate automatically opened. Given the grandeur of the mansions lining the streets, I couldn't help but wonder how far my boss’s influence reached. Each one seemed to outdo the other, with perfectly manicured lawns and towering gates guarding their secrets.
As I drove towards house number thirty-five—the GPS guiding me to my destination—I couldn't shake off the trepidation that had taken hold of me. I couldn't fathom why my boss would ask me to deliver a package to such a grand estate. After all, there were other boys for that. And I wondered what exactly was inside the package.
The day I applied to be the boss's driver, I was told about the type of person he was. He was someone people rarely saw, yet so many people had an opinion about him. It was a safe job to be a driver around there—no shady deals or inside contacts. There was rarely ever any violence around the driver, and the boss wouldn’t speak more than two words to me on days he saw me.
I could just be the ignorant guy in the troop while still receiving a salary that my daughter and I could live on.
But after two years in the job, I guess it was time to face the reality of it. I wondered how much they knew about me. Did they know about my daughter? How much did they know about my past life? Today had been a long day, and everything had made me question my decision to stick around there. What was the boss planning for me? Was it time to run?
The GPS beeped. I had arrived.
The house was the largest and most imposing in the development, with black iron gates that seemed to tower above me. The driveway beyond was long and winding, flanked by lush gardens that seemed to have been sculpted by a master artist. I parked my car at the front gate and stepped out, the unease within me growing stronger as I made my way over to the intercom. I pressed the button and waited for someone to answer. While the intercom continued to ring, I noticed that the gate was slightly ajar, as if someone had left it open deliberately. I hesitated for a moment, then pushed it open and stepped inside.
The grounds were even more magnificent up close, with fountains, statues, and intricate mosaics dotting the landscape. But something strange about the air made the entire estate seem to hold its breath, waiting for something to happen.
I finally reached the front door, its heavy oak panels creaking as I pushed them open. Inside, the house was even more opulent than I had imagined, with marble floors, towering columns, and modern furniture filling every corner. The house had a youthful and vibrant interior, but something was off. The house was ominously silent, and I couldn't help but call out for anyone who might be there.
"Hello?" There wasn't any reply.
If I was being watched, why was nobody answering? Was this some sort of a trap that I was walking into?
"Dammit, I have a kid!" I said aloud, hoping if someone was watching, they would have mercy.
I made my way toward the back of the house and noticed a faint glow emanating from a distant room. Curiosity got the best of me, so I cautiously approached the room with my heart pounding. This could go very wrong. I couldn't shake off that feeling.
Suddenly, a voice halted my next step.
"Excuseyou," the voice said sharply. "What exactly are you doing, barging into someone's property?"
I turned around to find a woman with a striking appearance who had appeared from nowhere. Her long blonde hair fell in loose waves down her back, and her piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through me. Despite her stunning looks, her demeanor was quite off-putting. She wore a frown on her face, and her voice was sharp and cutting.
"I-I apologize if I alarmed you," I said, trying to remain calm and diffuse the situation. "I'm just here to deliver a package. I assumed the recipient would be waiting to get it."
As I showed her the package, she raised an eyebrow and eyed me skeptically. “And what makes you think you can just barge into my house like this?" she demanded, her voice piercing and harsh.
I bristled at her tone. I had dealt with my fair share of difficult people, but something about this lady's feistiness grated on my nerves, and I wasn't in the mood to be patient. I was hungry and rest-deprived.
"Look, I'm just here to deliver this package," I said, gesturing toward the parcel in my hand. "I don't have time for this. I just want to give this to the right recipient and leave. Could you point me towards where I might find them?"
Her eyes narrowed at my dismissive tone.
"Excuse me?" she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can just waltz in here and talk to me like that?"
I gritted my teeth. I knew I needed to keep my cool, but this lady's condescending attitude was getting under my skin. Who the hell was she? For all I know, she could have been one of the boss's playthings, which I considered a shame for him.
"What do you mean, talk to you like that? Next time, maybe consider closing your gate and answering your intercom," I said through gritted teeth, trying to maintain my composure.
She rolled her eyes but remained quiet. She thrust out her hand, requesting the package, and I handed it over to her. She took a few steps away from me and started to inspect the package closely, turning it over and looking at it from every angle. I couldn't help but be curious about what it was, but I had to observe from afar as she maintained her distance from me.
Maybe she was the intended recipient after all.
