She scoffed again. “Are you even listening to yourself? A second chance? I don’t remember giving you a first chance, you had it all the whole time and you wasted it on fu*king the life outta me. You almost killed me! It isn’t once or twice or three times, it almost seemed like a habit to you. And now you want me to forgive you? Just like that? No way.” She refused.
“But you know there is still a chance for me to forgive you. You wanna know what it is? I need my pride back. If you do so, then I have every reason to forgive you.” With that, she left, leaving him standing alone.
She wore a stern face as she walked into the building. Did he just say he is sorry? After every thing he’s done to her, yet, he dared to ask her for an apology?
Clarabelle, on seeing her rush to her. She’s been imagining what their conversation would be, and she never thought of it to be an apology.
“What happened?” She asked, curiously. “Did he hurt you again?”
“No. He came to ask for forgiveness.”
“Ask for what?!” Clarabelle yanked. “Hold on, that d_1ckhead came to ask for your forgiveness? He is crazy. What did you tell him?”
“I refuse to accept his apology, not after what he did to me.”
“Exactly.” Clarabelle was burning in anger for Ana’s sake. Why would he seek her forgiveness after the humiliations and pains he has caused to her. “Don’t ever forgive him.” She said angrily. “For no reason, don’t you ever forgive him.”
“I ain’t, even in my weirdest dream.”
“He has a reason for seeking your forgiveness. He didn’t just want you to forgive him, he wanted you to love him.” Clarabelle said not sparing her a glance.
Anastasia chuckled. “I doubt that son of a Bîtch can ever love.”
“Trust me, he is obsessed with you. He has seen how intimate you are to Pablo that is why he is coming after you. Maybe he has come to realize how special you are, so he wants to get you back to himself.”
“He is stupid to think I will accept him in my heart for any d@mn reason. The moment he stained my heart was the very first day he tortured me naked. I will never ever forget that day, so he should do me the favor of going to hell.” She cursed emotionlessly.
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Meanwhile, Pablo sat in his father’s leather chair with the map placed on the table. He was going through a file which had to do with the last transaction his father made in the last few weeks.
He knew he was risking his life for this. Will he be able to cope with military life with this? He only has a few months left to stay before he returns back to the camp, things are a lot more complicated than he thought.
There came a call on the telephone, he hesitated to pick it up. It was probably one of his father’s men and he didn’t want to answer the call. The phone rang again and this time, he decided to pick up the call.
“Mr Escobar?” Said the voice from the other side.
“Who is this?” He asked in a deep voice.
There was a hesitation from the caller. “This is John D’ Amico.” He replied. “And I assume you’re Vito’s son, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.” He replied.
“I want to speak with your father.” John requested.
“What is it you want to discuss with him?” He asked.
“It’s a private conversation between your father and I and not you. Is he around? Give him the phone.”
“Wh@tëver conversation you want to have with my father, you have it with me.”
“Fine. I hope this business works out well with us. Meet me at the amusement park by three, I’ll be waiting for you.” He hangs the call.
Pablo checked on his watch, it was fifteen minutes past two. He stands up, putting on his suit jacket before exiting the office.
“Cornell, Marcos, Al, I need you guys.” Pablo said as soon as he approached the sitting room.
Cornell and Marcos who were busy with the video game stopped at the sound of his voice. Al on the other hand dropped his phone into his pocket. “Is there a problem?” They asked.
“No. I need to meet with some one and I need you guys to follow me.” He said.
“So where is this place?” Marco asked.
“Amusement park. Come on, we have only a few minutes left.”
Pablo had almost left the door when Anastasia called him. He stopped, turning to look at her. “You’re leaving?” She asked.
“Yes, but I’ll be back soon.” He answered.
“Okay.”
He went close to her, stopping before her. “Do you wanna tell me some thing?” She did wanna tell him, but not any more.
“No, I just wanna say good luck.”
He smiled. “Thank you.” He leans to her face, pecking her cheek. “I’ll see you when I return.”
She nodded her head. “I’ll be waiting.”
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To Be Continued…
