Chapter 3 Shock

• Miguel sped through the road. They won all of the seven matches after he joined. The crowd cheered his name and he revelled in it. He walked into the empty house. He needed a run. Sometimes he can’t stand the silence. And honestly, he had hated every single fame mongers he has dated till day and never felt better when he walked in to find them in his house either.
• A night time jog was not a usual thing. He decided to go for it anyway. Something about the city calms him down and makes him feel at ease. He had music on as he jogged.
• He reached a kind of diversion. He decided to jog through the unusual one. It seemed a private road. However, he knew that there are no houses in the next three kilometres atleast, thanks to google again.
• However what he did not expect was for a car to almost run him over. It came over like a flash of light and he was down. Thankfully the tires screeched to a halt near his body. He was furious. No he was shaking with fury. The only thing that made him wanted, needed and loved was his legs, his capacity to play the game. If he was in injured, his whole career might have plummeted.
• He stood up and slammed on the glass of the car. The door opened and out stepped a man. Well, a giant of a man. He was tall, had a beard and looked dangerously handsome. He slammed the door close and leaned against it.
• “Where the fuck were you looking you asshole? What if I got injured? Well what’s the use in telling dumb ass idiots like you who can’t handle the wheel,” snapped Miguel in spanish. Spanish is not his mother tongue. However a decade in Spain made him learn it.
• The guy just calmly looked at him. This lack of response made him furious. He stamped on the car.
• “You worthless piece of shite, who are you showing your attitude to ? Do you know what I can do?,” he asked dragging the guy by his collar.
• The man just sighed and moved Miguel’s hand and looked at his face.
• “Who are you?” he asked.
• “What?” asked Miguel, shocked.
• “Who are you?” asked the man.
• “Are you fucking kidding me now? Who doesn’t know me? What sort of a cave do you live in?,” asked Miguel and then he paid better attention to the car itself and the man’s suits.
• “You are just taking the piss,” sneered Miguel.
• The guy just looked at him.
• He grabbed Miguel by the waist and slid his hand into his pocket and dragged out his ID. And it did not occur to Miguel to struggle in any way. The man looked more intimidating as time passed by.
• Miguel was not unfamiliar to proximity to men. He has had boyfriends. Hell he even hugs men on a daily basis when on team. But this, being pressed against the stranger’s warm and firm body somehow made him freeze.
• ‘Miguel Endrizzi’ the guy read out from his ID.
• Then Miguel felt something cold pressed against his stomach. He looked down and realised it is a gun and he gulped as he looked up at the man.
• “Who sent you?” asked the man.
• “What? I live here,” said Miguel.
• “Where?” asked the man again, more insistently.
• “In the old Shwatz mansion,” said Miguel, trying to not show his fear and scream.
• “Who rented it to you?” asked the man, his voice sounded dangerous.
• “It’s none of your business but Izabel Assenso did,” said Miguel.
• The man let go of him.
• “Don’t trespass ever again,” said the man, his tone acidic as he said that.
• “Wait, Do you know Izabel Assenso? I mean how come you know her when you don’t know me?” asked Miguel, seriously pissed off.
• The guy raised an eyebrow at that.
• “Well, I play football. If you know her, then it must be football,” said Miguel , stubbornly.
• “I see,” he said as if finally something fell in place.
• “I know her outside of football,” he said finally.
• “How? Because she is your neighbour?,” asked Miguel, refusing to let it go.
• “We share a small relation,” the man said.
• “What?” asked Miguel.
• The man was already getting into his car.
• “She is my mother,” said the man before he closed the door. The car went in reverse gear and vanished as if into nothing.
• Miguel just stood there. He wondered if he imagined all of it. But then he realised he was holding something in his arm. It was a pin. A coat pin. He had got hold of it while he grabbed the man’s coat. He shifted it and the silver shined. He read the name on it.
• ‘Alexander’
• He sighed and turned back and ran back to his house. He decided to find out more about this shady and ambiguous guy. Alexander – well if Izabel is Assenso, then he should be too. However, nothing showed up when he searched that name.
• He then searched Izabel’s name. She has six adopted kids according to Wikipedia and there were no names.
• He couldn’t forget the man’s face, the press of the gun and the grip around his waist. He punched the punching bag furiously. He needed to find out more about him. Izabel was only a board of director and it puzzled him that Izabel’s son sent off this powerful an aura, something unusual and rare. Even as he freshened up and was ready to go to the stadium, the thought wouldn’t leave his mind.
• Anyway, now he recieved a mail from Izabel and she has requested that the kids of the owner family wants to meet him. Who was he to refuse his fans? Especially those who pay him!
• He will be meeting them at the stadium and he looked forward to it. Maybe he can sneak in some information about Izabel and her kids too.
• He got a message from one of his team mates asking when he will make it. He texted a reply and shrugged on the coat and was out the door in a minute.