Part thirteen

Michele's POV

Flipping it unconsciously, I stared at the earring in between my fingers wondering when I'm ever going to meet its owner again.

I met one beautiful lady in sin city close to two years now, that was the last time I went there. I must say she really captured my heart that night not only with her beautiful and divine face but her feistiness.

Girls like that are who I adore, they can defend themselves if the need be not these meek ladies I see strutting around like they're walking eggs. I like my girls, feisty, bold, beautiful and shy and she's all that.

I let out a deep sigh, it's a pity though. As much as I want to see her again and never let her out of my sight because of how smitten I am with her, a love at first sight, she's isn't going to remember me.

Or worse, everything that happened between us that night. I was in a disguise at that time, work and personal business were taking a heavy toll on me and I decided it was better if I went to Las Vegas to at least have some sort of closure and end that chapter of my life.

I did have the closure and on my way back, that was when I met this lady who not only has captured my heart but keeps haunting me with her beautiful face in my dreams.

I remember every feature of her face so well, those piercing blue eyes of hers, thick lips, her well sculptured thin nose and that smile, though it wasn't broad and prolonged, it knocked me off my feet.

Our brief moments together are so sacred to me and like the teachings of Jesus Christ is to Christians, I've kept it in my heart and mind, reliving it any given moment I can.

I need to do something about it. I'm done keeping those memories of two years ago in my heart, they're sacred, yeah but not enough cause all I see is her beautiful face, that amazing smile that melts heart and that feisty lady I want more of.

Yeah I am going to get more of her because I'm going to find her in every possible place even if I have to rake down every building in Sin City, I will and when I find her, I'm going to make her mine forever!

I put the earring back in the jewellery box I've kept in and stuffed it in the inside pocket of my suit, hearing my mobile phone ring again.

It's been ringing persistently and it's about time I pick the call up amd find out who the hell is disturbing my peace this Saturday morning.

"Hello, who's this?"

"Son its your father."

"Oh dad, I didn't look at the ID, sorry."

"I know you didn't, let me cut the chase. Your mother wants you to come over, family time."

"Tell her I said thank you, I'm good."

"C'mon son, just this once. We hardly see you, you're always on and on about work. Take a break."

"This isn't about work father, it's different."

"Then what is it?"

"Something personal and I'd rather we don't talk about it."

"Why do you keep pushing us out of your life? Have we not been better parents to be in your life?"

"Don't pull the guilt card because it's not going to work today."

"I'm not pulling anything because what I'm saying is true."

"You have been the best parents anyone can ask for and I'm entirely grateful but now I'm an adult, I want to live my life my way and do things my way. It doesn't mean I'm pushing you all out, its just that things surrounding you two give me bitter memories that I'd rather be away from you and not relive them."

"Let's help you, that why we are your parents."

"Uh dad, I'll call you in a jiffy okay?" I hanged up quickly before he can reply. When my dad starts with this we are your parents thing, it ends on a note we both don't like so it's better to avoid it.

I know they mean well and all yeah, but I don't want to be around them because of some things I'd rather not waste breath on.

Neither do I want to remember them and I want things to stay like that even if I have to stay away from my parents especially my mum.

I know she's still in contact with them, the people who're behind those memories, she's oblivious. Even if she is, mother has forgiven them, she's always too good.

Forgiveness is important, I know that very well but I can't just forgive easily when they've hurt not only me but someone so dear to my heart.

It takes time yeah but those wounds haven't healed completely. I can still remember them like it was an hour ago that it happened even after all these years.

I got up from my seat on the couch, taking quick steps in leaving the living room. I just got back from a business trip and I need all the sleep I can get after staying up all night.

Maybe after waking up, I'll go see the boys and get a life even if it's a little. It's the only thing that keeps me entertained after pushing away work stuffs for the weekend and keep the haunting images of that girl.

Some hours later

Dialling the number of a man I know too well and someone perfect for the job, I pressed the call button.

Elias is an old friend way back in the university, someone I hardly see but still keep communication with once in a while when we get the time, we're both busy in our different fields of work, he's a rogue gone good.

He was a real bad guy way back in school, an epitome of a real gangster and an expertise in everything criminal. You wouldn't believe he was until we told you because he didn't look thuggish, no tattoos, piercing whatsoever yet he was a dangerous guy.

It was a shocker, a bombshell when after school, he announced to us he has quit all that. He told us he has turned right and instead of using his criminal intelligence for wrong, he could use it for the good of the country so he joined the police.

He didn't pick up on the first ring and the second, he must be busy so I decided to end the call and that was when he picked up.

"Scorpion." I called louder than I intended, over the loud music playing. I left, going to a more private place and less noisy.

"Michy! To what do I owe this call?"

"I need your help man, I have a job for you."

"If it isn't anything about slitting throats and hiding dead bodies then I'm up for it."

"I know you do that no more, this job is decent like the life you living now, Mr detective."

"Ha glad you know me, so what do you want me to do?"

"I need you to track down someone for me, I wanna know where she is."

"A she?" She must be pretty dangerous if you wanna track her down huh?"

"No she is not and this is going to be a little difficult."

"Because....?"

"I don't know her name or anything about her."

"Ha I'm gonna crack this one easy, why do you think I'm the best around here and with the FBI?"

"Sorry for doubting your credibility Mr FBi agent, I forgot how good you're at your game, so when do I get the results?"

"Gimme some days."

"I need it real quick so two?"

"I'm up for it man, I'll get down to it." I can imagine the wide grin on his face, he loves his job so damn much.

"Okay I'll forward to you the little details I know about her, I saw her in Sin City."

"Vegas? What were you doing out there man? Are you crazy?"

"Chill bro, nothing went south, everything was cool and I'll talk to you later."

"Send the deets, bye."

"Take care alright?"

"I will, I always will and God's got me." Aside turning right from being a gangster, he's become more spiritual and that's impressive for someone who was an atheist.

"Gods got we all man." With that I hanged up, making my way to the boys after putting my phone in my pocket.

"We came here to chill, to release works stress and you're working?" Drake, the second workaholic after me asked in annoyance, his words slurring as he gulped down a glass of whiskey.

I took my seat, taking a sip of my juice in the paper cup. "That wasn't work, I was talking to Scorpion."

I do drink yeah but I'm not taking in any alcohol in my system tonight, for an odd reason I want to remain sober so I brought own juice since this club doesn't sell anything that isn't alcohol.

"Hey where's that dude? It's been ages I last heard from him." Shawn asked me from the dancefloor of our private section where he was dancing with a lady he just met, they were doing stuffs to sudden for two strangers of the opposite sex and the worse part is, he has a ring on his finger.

"He's turn right remember?" Drake replied with a question, gulping down another glass. That was his fifteenth glass, I don't know why he wants to get wasted tonight like he has no damn worry.

I'm not driving his drunk ass home tonight neither I'm I up for questioning from his wife, that lady sorry to say is so ratchet despite being refined and I don't want to encounter her.

"So where's he now?"

"He's with the FBI, working his ass off to sweep criminals like you off the streets." I replied turning to another married man who was getting so handsy with the stripper giving him an erotic lap dance.

"Mmnh." He was immensely enjoying himself to register that I called him a criminal. It was something he hates us teasing and calling him when he went a little shady in business after getting involved in the mafia but he was wise, he quit quickly before things got out of hand.

"I love that shit baby, keep doing that." Marcus encouraged her in a sultry voice, she moaned in reply and kept dancing.

Huffing in annoyance, I pulled out my phone, I don't even know the hell why they decided and agreed despite my protests on coming to a strip club when they're all married and should be at a more decent place.

What irks me is they're getting way too cozy immorally with the strippers here though they have wedding bands on their fingers and their wives will be up my throats blaming me for their spinster like lifestyles.

All because I'm not married. Yeah I'm not yet I don't go about having sexual relations with everything that is in a skirt.

The reason why I'm still friends with them is simple, I love them a lot to shun their friendship just because of their nagging wives and we go way back too.

I understand why they're like this and I'm not justifying their actions either, because I believe marriage is sacred and extra marital affairs are sinful but these guys had the women imposed on them by their parents.

Arranged contract marriages is what they've found themselves in all because their parents want to enlarge their businesses. Little do they know they're children are paying for it, loveless marriages that they try to forget it exists by slaving themselves to work.

I want nothing to do with that and I wouldn't either because I've found someone I can call her, someone I'm ever ready to make mine forever.

Hey y'all✨💓, I'm so sorry for the late update erhn, to make it up in doing a double update🤸🤸✨