Chapter 53 What's wrong?
Ravyen's POV
Her voices stings in my heart as I stood watching the ambulance drove away. I perceive she was raged and must have said that unwilling. However, why does it hurt so much? Why do I feel she meant it and was pertrified over something? I stood there for a while and got distracted when the cops had arrived. I guess the shop owners had called them in.
They had tried to figure out a way to get me out of this canteen as I wasn't leaving. All the blame was on me as though that young man was innocent. I paid for the damage first and I was banned from their canteen. Just some little conversation with the cops handled it. I just had to pose innocent and the puzzled shop owners didn't really no who to pinpoint the blame on either.
When I stepped out of this place, I realized I had to be with her, just to show remorse. I wouldn't be apologizing to that lad of hers because I wasn't at fault. However, when that seems to be a perfect idea, my phone buzz and it tickles because it was in my pant's pocket.
Taking it out to see the message, it was for Frank. Argh! Why do I always forget I've got important meetings to be chasing after? Ever since Arianna arrived in my life, I barely paid attention to my night duties and that was something that was quite chaotic.
I had to decide if to go after Arianna or just stick to frank. In conclusion, I'd stick to Frank. This deal was important and my appearance over there was essential. Recently, my absence had disappointed a lot of business partners and gangs that it resulted to them becoming foes with me.
It wasn't as though Frank wasn't there, but then it turns there were some occasions that needs the boss to be present. To be sincere, I wasn't willing to face her wrath just yet and besides, her big plan would become realistic in two days and rather than provoking her the more, I'd give her some space.
She'd have no where to go to except the hospital. I glanced at the Rolex wristwatch and it strucks 11pm and that was a bit late. Hastily, I rushed to the car and drove off to meet Frank.
When I had arrived at the designated area, I found him standing in front of the building, certainly awaiting me. I adjusted my tie as I felt suffocated and bewildered. Sitting in the car and having so much thought at heart.
One thing i was bad at was delivering speeches. I hadn't even rehearsal what to say especially when the men would be domineering but then I rule. The imagination in my head made was overwhelming and I was quacking where i sat.
Based on Frank's interpretation, I was meant to come to an agreement with my first foes who had disputes regarding who runs the deal in the underworld. It only mean different foes had their different reasons for hunting me. One thing I registered in my head was never to let my rival win.
My eyes tried to look beyond the window glasses but couldn't. Shortly after calming my nerves, the door got opened by frank. The hope in his eyes when I jumped down from the car. I knew he was enlivened but his stern look covers his excitement.
He was standing with two bouncers and they quickly took their positions behind me. Frank gave me a nod and stood besides me. "You're quite late" he begins as I adjust my collar, feeling unease for a reason I'm afraid admit.
"All they all here?" "Yes and one of them has been throwing tantrums" he pointed out and I rolled my eyes. I wonder what was wrong with Frank, he had gone soft all of a sudden, suggesting negotiations and mediations would do the needful.
Or was I the problem? I barely converse with my foes as I only believe in killing them one by one until they surrender and when they do, I still murder them. It was just the way of the underworld, no leftovers.
I tread beside Frank who led the way and kept narrating that I shouldn't give in to anger yet. Like it was easy to scrap that emotion away. If it doesn't turn out to my favor, then they should be ready to greet the doors of hell.
I took a glimpse at the two bouncers, they had raffles and I was pleased by that. We got to lobby of this hotel and was directed by a concierge to where the meeting would be taking place.
I found himself at a hall, having a round big table with a rascal chewing a bubble gum. He wore a blue handless shirt and dark cargo pants. His arms were arched behind his head and his legs on the table. His long hair tied into a ponytail.
His body was covered in tattoos and I scoffed, hoping this doesn't take longer than expected. I took note of the table which had various appetizing meals for a feast. Poisoned I guess.
Immediately without an formal introduction, I say down, placed my feet on the table and kept a serious face at him. "Let's begin" i ordered and this rascal scoffs. "The rest are here" he mocked making loud irritating noise with his mouth.
How I felt like punching him but Frank was behind me like a wizzle grinning from ear to ear, a reminder I should be calm. He told me he was attending a therapy session recently and it must have affected him.
Instantly, i heard clomping sounds of shoes behind and I rolled my eyes with contempt. The whole family was here. I clears his throat, thudding the table with my foot and whistling, a way to provoke them.
I wish to engage in a fight, to pour out every anger in me on them. Arianna had made me this worked up with her words. He discovered four more men whose bouncers had figured out their seats and directed them to sit.
The five men stared at me, jinxed and baffled at how at ease I looked. There was no reason for an introduction, they must have heard of me and this was the first time they were meeting with me, facially.