A Chance Lost Forever

We were blindfolded as we are being led to the room to meet Jeremy.

I hold on to the wall, cracking a mark on it with my nails surreptitiously.

I heard the sound of the door opening and a gruff voice asking us to move in.

We all did - just I and other three girls.

The door shut behind us and we just stood there, waiting for an instruction before knowing what to do.

"Keep the girl, others leave." I hear a hoarse voice order.

I took a breath in. Am I among those leaving?

I hear retreating steps and the sound of the door closing and panic coursed through my body system.

What is going to happen?

Others has left, it seems I'm the only one left.

"Leave us." I heard further instruction.

The opens and shut again.

"Come take a seat." The male voice uttered and I heaved out nervously.

"I..have a tape over my eyes, how am I to locate a seat?" I replied in a single breath.

He chuckles. "Instincts. In the Mafia house, we are usually taught how to see without our eyes and speak without our mouths."

I swallowed hard, afraid of my situation.

I have never been in a secured situation before so maybe I shouldn't really be afraid again but I just can't help it.

"Give it a try." He urged.

I followed the direction his voice came from and lift my feet, using it to search around, and praying earnestly that it would meet with an object.

"Nice start." He taunts.

His voice feels more nearer now.

By now, I should be facing him directly.

I moved over to the side, and shoved my feet around until it nudges an object - a chair!

"That was easy!" He laughs before clapping.

"Can..I remove this now?" I asked with shaky breath after sitting down.

"Cool then. Let's see if your eyes will be as mesmerizing as your body." He said.

My fingers clung on to the ends of the blindfold and I loosen them.

The cloth came off and I was met face to face with the devil.

He paused, staring into my eyes for minutes before downing his drink.

The red light made the wine on the table seems more bloody.

I itched my nape a little, choosing to get down right to business.

"You've got something to say?" his voice came out in a whisper.

I nodded and he laughed again.

"But, do you know? No one ever dared to have something to say especially when we're just meeting for the first time. That's where not using words to communicate comes in." He smiled.

"You did used your words earlier? Is that you breaking your own rule?" I have already asked the question before I could remind myself about the situation and I shouldn't be running my mouth loosely.

His face went numb for a while before a chuckle breaks out of his lips.

"You are not here for a question and answer session. Vegas is indeed nice, you are not that bad." His eyes scrutinized my body while I shifted uncomfortably on the seat.

"I..erm, actually, I'm..not here like other girls.." I began. I could feel something in me trying to pull me back from saying what i had in mind but it's no use fearing death while remaining alive with fear.

"What's your purpose then?" His eyes flickered in an affected way - oh God, no. I pray that's not him getting angry.

"Other girls are here to entertain you but.. I'm here for help. I heard you're a lawyer so I came looking for you."

He looks amused before he signalled for me to keep going..which got me even afraid even more as I thought that could be his way of saying " keep going, before you get shot."

"I want to divorce my husband - Peter Antonio. But I think you're the.."

"Stop. While it's true that I am a lawyer, it doesn't mean i deal with divorce. This is getting interesting, I received an email, very eerie one..from someone which I've just found out to be you.

Did you not go to your school? It was evident on everywhere that I deal with criminals.."he trailed off.

Huh?

He as the one I messaged?

I gasps lowly. Damnn.

"But a criminal dealing with criminals doesn't make much sense." I blurted out my thoughts.

Sh!t.

I have to leave.

"Right? Life just happens to be that way." He snickered.

"I..." Clamping my slippery hands together, I stood up.

"Deeply apologize for taking your time, sir. I..I have to go now. I thought you could be of help."

"You won't take the divorce paper home?"

I turned to him, pulling my brows up.

"What?"

"Yo said you wanted a divorce - I could help to draft one. You can take it to your husband then."

"You...will do that? How?"

"Somehow." He shrugs.

"Your husband deceived you for five years, I should try for a hurting woman." He smirks.

"His offer doesn't seem pure, Jessica. Run." My inner mind warned me.

"No, no.. don't worry.. I.."

"Do you think Peter will leave you be if you go home without accomplishing the tasks he give you?"

My lashes flutters repeatedly.

How does he..knows so much?!

He pulled a document from the table and stood up, striding towards me.

Strangely, I didn't moved, just waited for him to get to me.

The sharp scent of his filled my nostrils, blocking my head.

I stepped back, not able to take it longer.

He smirks before extending the file to me.

"Here."

With trembling hands, I revived the file, praying it isn't a timed bomb.