As long as I calm down

After the incident, he was back to his irritated expression and drove fast again

I didn't dare move and speak. I just wiped a few drops of ice cream on my jacket.

Where are we going next?

I looked around outside the window and realized we were going back to the building.

Of course.

"Were going out tonight" he spoked

"Okay" i simply replied

A few minutes passed and his phone rang again. He glanced at it and figured it was too far to reach. He sighed frustrated

"Answer it for me" he commanded that i obeyed right away

I reached for his phone and looked for the caller, it's an unknown number. I was about to asked but his glaring at me so i just answered

"Hello?"

"Been aw- hello?" The guy spoked in other line.

"Hello?" I answered again

I looked towards Jarred as if asking what to say but he's just clenching his jaw, i'm about to give it to him when i heard the guy on the phone spoke again

"Roana?"

As i recognized the voice, i immediately shoved the phone on Jarred's ears

"What the- who the fuck is this?"

My chest won't calm down so I need to tug on it to ease the tension.

"Who's Roana?- oh yes it's me, hello Mr. Robbins" I heard Jarred remarked changing his voice tone, but his expression was deadly

It can't be. This can't be happening.

"Yeah, sure, who am I to refuse such an invitation? Okay, we'll see you tonight" He hang up and again tossed the phone and grip on the steering wheel

Mr. Robbins? I don't think I know that person, maybe I was just mistaken. But, how did he know my name? Oh God.

"What's with that face? You know him?" He questioned. I shook my head hastily

"No. I don't. But, was he the one we're dealing with?" I asked about to lose my sanity

"Yeah, don't worry, I know you can do a great job" he said, grinning like a lunatic. I could tell he loathed them of how hype he gets about playing hell with them.

This is my first time witnessing how he will play, but then everything is complicated since I was involved in the game, and the person we're about to deal with was someone I can't even guarantee if I could deal with.

Finally we've reached his building , we went straight inside ignoring everyone,

"Hey Gio! I see you you've got a nice blow there, nah?" I heard some guy laughed at the hallway, pointing at his crotch making me realize what he means. I gritted my teeth annoyed, there are few people screwing in the hallway or more like a living area.

Jarred didn't pay no heed and walked towards the elevator, I followed him inside as he tapped the buttons.

I check the time on his wrist watch and it's still ten in the morning. We have a lot of time to spare.

The elevator door opened displaying the horrible sight I once witnessed the first time I came into this building.

"What the fuck is wrong with this people?" I hissed between my deep sighs.

"Don't you wanna try it?" Jarred asked, enjoying the view.

"No thanks" i replied glaring away out of that sight

We headed straight to his room and finally breathed in the fresh air. I went straight to the bedroom and stood near the glass door I'd figured out earlier.

I need to calm down, I need this tension away, I need a cigar.

I rushed towards the drawer where I hid my stuff and ramage through it searching for my packs of cigarettes I stole at the small store last week.

I went back to the clear glass door and slid it to the side enough to pass through the balcony. The weather has become gloomy and the cold wind sends me into a shivering sensation.

I lit up my cigar that was stuffed between my lips and took a long drag satisfied by the warm smoke that traveled down my throat and lungs.

I exhale the smoke out watching as it flies in the wind's direction. I rested my elbows on the balustrade as I bent down flicking the cigar's ashes, I did the same inhaling the addicting nicotine out of it.

"What did I tell you about smoking?" Jarred spoke behind me.

"Im outside" i answered calmly and turned towards him

"But you're not far, i could still smell that filthy s-"

I didn't let him finish his words as I blew smoke on his face.

"Then why should've come closer to me?" I deadpanned.

His eyebrow furrows and stared at me with unexplainable expression

"You know I could make you stop smoking forever do you?" He grinned all of the sudden.

Here goes his threats again,

"Fine, just this one" i muttered as i turned my back to him

"Sure" he replied and the next thing I knew was the world suddenly turned slow mo as I watched my pack of cigarettes thrown away at my peripheral sight.

My eyes widened and tried to grasp even one box but to no avail. I cursed out loud that it echoed everywhere in and outside the building

"Woah, the drama, and here I thought you just stole it somewhere, do you deny it?" He mocked. I settle down myself and pay attention to him alone.

I walked closer to his position and he remained unfazed. I inhaled the last drag of my cigar and darted it behind flitting away down the building, I moved closer to him leaving enough small space between our faces.

"So what if I stole it Giovanni? It's not like you gave me even a penny to use when I need to" I spoke as the smoke was hitting his face. He was still unfazed but held a playful yet cruel expression.

He gripped both of my arms painfully and leaned more closer as our nose touched.

"How bold of you to think that you deserve even a penny of mine Roana" He breathed as minty scent with a touched of wine fanned my face

"Isn't it more delicate to talk when your mouth dont stink like burned filthy grass?" He hissed clenching my arm. It will leave a bruise for sure.

"Be grateful that your breath still smells like strawberry or else I've been pouring the whole bottle of mouthwash in your throat" He sneered before unclenching his grip. I quickly move away and asked him the question i really wanted to asked

"How did you know my name?" I asked holding my arm

"Khalil Roana Conrad, your life belongs to me, i know everything about you" he almost sang.

"Then, can you tell me who Mr. Robbins is?" I asked as my chest started to build a tension again

"Oh the scum. We've met before but I'm not sure, do you know him? Why does he know your name?" He asked

"How would I know? I thought you know everything about me" I scowled

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean everyone you've screwed were included, That motherfucker, I'll let him know whose he's messing with" he stated playfully but darkly.

Everyone I've screwed with? I don't even know who the fuck is that guy!

He went inside but I stayed at the balcony and took out a stick of cigar. Fuck. I'm glad I took one pack a while back.

I made sure he went inside the bathroom beforehand. He sure was full in vain considering how placid he was, getting out here in the balcony with just a boxer on him.

But why not tho? He was a hell of an eye drooling lucky ass.

I don't care if my breath stinks, as long as I calm down, that's all that matters.