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as fucking ridiculous. Call me old-fashioned, bu

the ones making those noises, it was awkward. I couldn't listen to that. I couldn't blame them if they wanted a quic

watched the red, orange, and yellow colors before the twilight beckoning the sk

ed the ash from my cigarette, and breathed in the rema

p the darkness surrounding the city. I stubbed the butt till i

it to choose a deadly companion than a woman-that I didn't have a beating organ in my body, that I was an ice king if that even existed. What they didn

ard life taught

at person anymore? The old version of myself-when

nd in the locker room. I quickly cleared my mind

e patted

above my elbows. My tattoo peeked out. It was an orange flame fu

your

s for arrangi

yti

ay itself." I wore my black apron

the club owner didn't give a damn about t

zoned from the low ceiling. Monday was not the busiest, but the cu

es in balls shaped that synchronized to the beat of the 90's po

of work. She tapped her colorless perfectly manicured nails against the bar counter leisurely. Based on her dress, she didn't come here to flir

the back bar. I stirred it for a few seconds. Placing down the martini glass on

lite smile, mutt

o the different types of people; from rich kids, playboy, bad boy, flirt ladies, cheating husband, horny guys, broke

the order fo

rk red C shaped lounge chair with a half-moon-shaped silver table. With only a r

Sometimes, I wanted it that way-it made me for

le?" Kyland asked, op

ok my

in front of the bar counter, grabbing the bee

e, man." Ky

terally brothers-in-law now. Pyke

beer to offer back and laughed while Kyland was

your own, dude?"

? Does your wife not good at gi

ned earlier because if my memory served right, Pyke wa

er alone

I had no idea. They quitted the moment they were in their serious relationship. I guessed people

What I mean sex, the hardcore kind, kinky, and dirty

"Are you trying

to figure him

I didn't like women or I was i

"My sexual exploita

I never saw you going out of the club with a woman either. Waiti

iend. No wife. But I can as

t into laughter, hig

off every last week of the mon

weekend or if it was not a work-related topic. I thought they respected my privacy and never asked persona

ded subtly, seemed

here I parked my Onyx black 2001 Chevy Camaro Z28. I checked

e Man played over the Bose speakers. I pulled out into the driveway

f. It had a camera on the peephole that no one would even notice. I inserted the key and pressed my thumb above the

chose the colors according to my preferences-black, gray, and white. The dark gray cur

nty-hours now. I slumped body to my authentic crocodile s

number on my speed dial and it was picked up right

nter in New York two months ago about our proposed project, the Advanced Ins

lieved in me and this project, I should at least believe in what we did. I knew Bill a

ugh it. We could us

ore than enough for the project, and he knew

even from a hundred miles away. "I'll e

weeks. I'll arrange

possible," h

My voice came out sharp. Bill even gasped from the other end of

e could make a breakthrough, he would be the first to get the benef

ng up, something came up

alrigh

idea. I don't know

Nothing is impos

ame. "Let's say you're right. Is it possible

re sa

it sound

Call me af

kay?" I hung up the call. In

uted as I ran towar

bit the hairy arm who tried to stop me, then ran faster as soon as I freed myself. I slammed th

aming down my flushed face. I couldn't see anything ot

walked and used my

atch the scorching of huge flame devouring Mama's cabinet filled with her Chinaware coll

nder our old wooden table, where we shared many meals. Her swo

yourself," Mama choked her wor

ul face, her favorite white blouse, and o

g her out under the table, but she was too heav

lungs, making me wheeze and breathe harder. I quickly crawled under the table, ignoring the unbearable heat against my skin

hirt and licked my skin greedily. The pain w