Chapter 7

• Demyan Point of View
• "Where the hell were you?" Egor, my bastard beggar friend asked when I entered the mansion.
• I dumped my body on the couch careless heaving a long sigh. Egor sat beside me with a bunch of papers in his hand which looks crumbled. Now that I notice, he looks a lot crumbled too. His eyes held extra redness and damn his hair was totally another chapter. His hair was standing straight in all directions as if he just touched an electric wire.
• "Went to blow of some steam from the system." I smirked at Egor's face scrunched in disgust. When one woman gives you a headache then it is only right to find another to relax it.
• Damn it was so good after have a great evening with some willing women.
• "Such a mudak you are. You left your script and your mobile with me and went to dive in bed with some clingy octopus? Such a great friend." Egor sneered at me and punched my shoulder hard. (Mudak in Russian is a***ole)
• Gosh, I just had a little relaxed time. Why is he so sensitive suddenly?
• From the moment we came back from the darned mental case, Egor was behaving weirdly. He couldn't concentrate on anything nor would he talk to anyone. He just keeps on reading the senseless script over and over. His eyes were shaky and his mouth went dry frequently as he took a sip of water every thirty seconds.
• He looks like he lost many years of his life.
• How come killers like us are so energy-less thanks to a mad woman?
• "You should've gone for a good bed warming too instead of trying to make sense in this stupid script." I reprimanded him immediately for giving such importance to that mental girl and her play.
• "She already texted fifty times to your number to remind you about tomorrow's plans." He was frustrated and threw the sleek black phone on my face.
• Now, now, there was no need to be so harsh to me, to his boss.
• "Egor, have you f***ing lost your mind. She just texted me, that's it. We are not going to the place, No, we are not. What will she do if she doesn't find us in our appointed places? Will she spam text me again? I have already bought a new sim card and changed my number so she cannot call us or text us anymore. We are finally free from her. Stop obsessing over memorizing the stupid dialogues. She cannot track us now that my number will be unavailable." I said exasperatedly looking an inch away to knock him hard against the wooden table.
• He is known as a freaking Mafia tiger. He is famous in our world for being cruel and now he is spoiling his very good name by practicing some cheesy dialogues.
• Like one my dialogue to her is 'I am a part human and a part wolf but you, my mate, are a gate to my heart.'
• Gate to my heart? Sorry darling but I'm bewaring of aliens.
• One of her dialogue to me which seriously got on my nerves was 'Damien, I can't give my heart to you. I'm sorry. How would I live without it? I can live without you no doubt but I can't live without my heart. I know you said you would give your heart to me but... but you drink a lot so I don't want heart with blockages.'
• Was that her way of rejecting Damien's love? For goodness sake what is she?
• After reading it, I burnt my script document. F**k it. I'm not reading that nonsense anymore.
• "But... but what if - what if she finds us?" I jerked out of my thoughts and looked at him with a scowl.
• Is he really being over-scared now?
• "How would she find us? This is a Mansion in an isolated area with high security around. This is headquarters of our activities which even our most nosy rivals couldn't find yet. Then how would she? Why are you so scared of a little woman?" I shouted out in frustration.
• Frankly speaking, I am afraid of that girl too. Not because she would harm us but because she harmless. She is so very harmless physically that she covers that deficiency in harming the very useful senses of brain.
• But I am a Mafia King, I am Demyan Lev Petrov and I cannot show my weak points to the world.
• "I might be a beggar in profession but I want to prove myself rich at heart and its confession. I may be forcing myself to implore to fill my stomach but you filled my heart with your picture without any effort. While my stomach growled at the food you give me, my heart howled for you. I might be a beggar; you are always my heart's woodpecker." W-what?
• What the hell was that?
• Woodpecker?
• Well buddy, that woodpecker has dug my brains out and I was desperate to stay away from her. Gosh that crazy girl, she's a hurricane.
• "Egor?" I exclaimed when he was practicing his dialogues even after telling him that she wouldn't find us.
• I mean, is that even a dialogue? Who says such cheesy and over sweet and diabetic words to a person he loves? It gives me chills if a girl repeats the same words to me.
• Beggar in profession with rich heart and confession?
• Well, breaking news woodpecker, you are vacant in mind and extremely blind. Such a thug she is.
• Whoever is destined for her is directly destiny to his destruction.
• "I have an itching feeling that she's invincible. You did not see her eyes yesterday, Dem. Her innocence is the evilest thing on this earth. Nothing is impossible for her. Heck, she thought your side business is being a mafia and did not give a fig about it. I have a bad feeling that our ends are nearing us. I don't want to die at such a young age, Dem." I bit on my inner cheek to stop myself to punch my shivering friend.
• What has gotten into him? I know that girl is... she is... what is she?
• A refugee of senses!
• I need to do something before I lose my best friend. I need to bring him back.
• "What happened to the shipment? All the goods arrived safely?" I asked turning the topic to business. Right now I want this shuddering friend to go away and want my cruel friend back.
• "Yes, just a couple hours ago. Everything was fine. We found few of Valdimir spies in our gang and they are currently rotting in the cells waiting for some punishments." He said slowly and started swaying to and fro. He closed his eyes and was trying to memorize the dialogue.
• Dear Heavens!
• "Demyan." He called out for me when I closed my eyes to control my rising anger.
• "Shall we bring Zinnia to torture them?" Egor suggested suddenly with a hopeful glint in his eyes. "I mean I can't compete her in terms of torture. Let's bring her here and use her to torture them. Then we don't need nails, hammers, cutters, needles, knifes because all we need is her in person. We can untie them and provide them with guns and lock them with that girl in a room for an hour and we would find the men already in the brink of death with no scratch."
• "That's it, Egor. We are not talking about that girl again ever. Sleep and we will talk about the business tomorrow and stop rehearsing the script. We are not meeting her again so get out of your trauma." I walked out into my room with seething rage.
• I will not let my well build life to ruins just because of an asylum escapee. I will never.
• She will never find us and I will never meet her, at least not with a sane mind and hoping for bright future.
• She is out of my life. Ever and forever. Thank God!
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• "Wake up. We are already late. Wake up, Mr. Monk" Go away nightmare, you are not welcome now. I want to sleep. Go away.
• I want to have a sweet dream of some naked fruits juicing for me.
• Think about something good, Demyan or else your nightmare will follow you.
• "Mr. Monk. We need to go to a rehearsal /counseling date at carnival, remember?" I heard a sweet voice calling out for me.
• I don't want to wake up!
• "Umm- " I groaned and snuggled deep into the blankets so that the sweet voiced nightmare goes away.
• Don't worry Demyan she's not here. It's just your mind playing games. She's not here. She can't be here.
• She's not here...
• "Demyan, buddy, wake up. Your lady date is here." Egor?
• Why is he in my nightmare?
• I opened my eyes slowly and looked up to see Egor towering me beside my bed. I gave him a small smile, "Oh, it's you. I thought hurricane visited us." I scoffed at the nightmare.
• Thank goodness, it's Egor. Phew.
• "Hurricane? It's sunny outside, Mr. Monk." I slowly and unwilling turned towards the source of the voice and found woodpecker hurricane grinning towards me gleefully. Egor scoffed defeatedly and shook his head in utter hopelessness.
• Oh No! How the hell and what the heck is she doing here? How did she find this mansion?
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