I don’t know what’s worse. Knowing I’ll never be happy, or having to act like I am for everyone else’s sake.Romeo15 years laterSitting in my high back leather chair on the far side of the living room I stare at the cherry wood door, my right hand slowly fumbling the orange medicine bottle as I wait for my company to arrive.
Looking at the pills, I grit my teeth thinking about the time I was admitted into the psychiatric hospital, the flower girl with the crazy blonde hair. I’ll never forget it; I’ll never forget her. She made an impression on me for some reason or another, and I’m not sure why. There were hardly any words spoken between us. I’ve even went as far as looking her up a couple times, but always came up empty-handed. Luna Wild doesn’t exist.Standing, I slip the pills into the pocket of my Armani pants, my feet padding across the room to reach the wet bar in search of a drink. Grabbing the McCallan, I pour three fingers worth and take a sip. Glancing straight ahead, I see myself in the mirror hanging on the wall. Hair disheveled and in my face, concealing my haunted eyes, my unbuttoned shirt showing my chest.Taking another sip, I look away and head back to my chair, but not before taking a glimpse out the window, the lights of the city shining brightly per the norm this time of night. I look up hoping to see the stars, but even fourteen floors up is too bright for the sky to break through the manmade force of illumination.I sit back in my chair, glass tumbler in my hand, resting it on the arm of my chair. I need to take my meds, I know this, things have been rather unstable lately; more than usual anyway. My brother betrayed the family by taking sides with a rival enemy, going as far as to ask her to marry him even. It’s only a matter of time before our father asks me to step in and take his place. I scoff, thinking about being an underboss in my dad’s game of playing mafia. I wouldn’t be a good fit, he needs to ask someone else. I take a sip of my whiskey, the smooth woodsy taste filling my mouth. He’d love my rejection of the role, just one more thing for him to be embarrassed of.
I have a darkness inside of me that can justify taking the place of a dangerous criminal, but my unpredictability makes me more dangerous than any man at my father’s table of organized mobsters. One wrong word, a song, or even something as simple as a smell can trigger the monster inside of me that nobody, not even myself, can contain.
That’s not someone you give power to, that’s someone you keep it away from; and remain vigilant of.But, the life of being an outlaw goes as far back as I can remember, it’s ingrained in our DNA by now. Even if I rejected my father’s proposal, I’d wind up doing something seedy and illegal.A dainty knock grabs my attention, my palm tightening around my glass of whiskey.She’s here.“Come in.” I raise my voice, and the doorknob turns just as the door swings open. A tall blonde sashays into the room, gently shutting the door behind her. Her face sharp, lips red as a fire and lashes so long they touch her perfectly shaped eyebrows.“Denise,” I greet with a gravelly tone. Slipping the sash that was tied across her abdomen to her long black pea coat, she raises her chin confidently as it falls to the floor pooling around her sexy black heels. Placing her hands on her hips, she displays her body like a nice pair of earrings at Tiffany’s. Skinny waist, small tits hidden behind emerald color lingerie. Her belly button isn’t pierced, which is odd for this day and age, it seems everyone has it, her hips are wider than the rest of her body but I like that about her. Blackwell Estate knows how to pick their women well, and Denise will be worth every penny. The Blackwell business started in Nevada and has since then popped up a few secret estates around the country, one being here in New York.“Romeo, I see you can’t get enough of me, yeah?” A smile tugs at her face, showing bright white teeth. I smirk, looking to the last of the amber liquid in my glass. I don’t have problems getting women, but I’d rather pay for ones who comply with what I enjoy rather than traumatizing some woman at a bar just for the sake of a one-night stand.Standing, I set my drink down on the wet bar in passing and step around Denise, looking her over. Her soft milky skin calling to me like a siren as I circle her like prey.