Chapter 4 Mine

Sergio

I used to hear Don Diego say that the littlest things change a man. He said that the biggest change in a man's life is usually brought on by a woman. I don't know if the woman lying on my bed is bringing on good or bad, but I know without a doubt that she's the one to bring change in my life, and I don't like it one bit.

I have been to my room more than ten times in the last six hours to check up on her. I know it's not normal. I can't keep away from her, and it's driving me crazy that a person I don't know can make me act like this. But if I'm honest, I'm really worried about her. I've never understood why a man would abuse a woman in that way.

As the day progresses, I am at least able to stay away from her for an hour. I'm disappointed that when night comes, my man still hasn't found information about the people who did this to her. I am more disappointed that nobody has filed a report with the police about a missing person. Because I would at least think that her parents would have wanted to contact her in some way.

But seeing as it's a Saturday, maybe they think that she went out. Or maybe she is not close to her parents. But if she's not there, there's got to be somebody who is at least worried about her, especially if she lives in a dorm. I talked it up that by Monday, there will be a report of a missing person by ten when I go back to my room.

I don't get into bed, though, I pluck myself on the chair in the corner of my bedroom and watch her sleep, hoping that she'll wake up soon.

When morning comes and she still hasn't made a single move, I call for the doctor again to check her. He tells me that her body is over-exhausted, and it will take her at least another few hours before she is awake, which adds to my worries even more.

I have a few meetings lined up today that I need to attend to, as it's a Sunday. Being a crime boss doesn't give me much leeway, like one would expect, especially when it comes to my not-so-legal business. That doesn't mean I don't obsess about the woman lying on my bed, though.

"The shipment is due to arrive later tonight at midnight. Raymond will be on the lookout with two of my men. I hope a few of your men will also be there." Gaddafi says from across the table in front of us.

"I trust you. It won't be necessary to have my men there." I reply.

It's a lie, honestly. I don't deal much with trust in this line of work. I especially don't trust this motherfucker sitting in front of me. There have been reports that he's been double-crossing me. I trust my men because I vet them personally, and I know they won't betray me. Which is why I won't risk their lives by sending them into the lion's den.

I am also sending my men to be on the lookout, but Gaddafi doesn't need to know that piece of information. They will be standing in the shadows where they will not be seen. And I know they won't be seen because they know how we operate. It's also so that if shit goes down, they won't be involved; you never know what might happen in these kinds of operations.

"Rumour has it there's a war coming. A new player is trying to get their head in the game. You heard anything about that?" He asks, looking me straight in the eye like he knows I'm about to lie.

"I heard about the war, although I haven't heard about a new player. Who is he?" I ask, acting surprised.

"Don't know yet. I have my men trying to find out more about him, though." He replies.

I've heard about the new player. Surprisingly, though, it's not a he like this fucker says. My men work faster than any I've met. I guess it pays that they went to school for this shit. I'm also working day and night looking for her personally. I don't mind a new player, just not in my territory, and this girl is trying to play in my territory.

Gaddafi looks down at his watch, and I know he wants to leave. The thing about power is that everyone dances to the tune of your music. This man is no different. Especially seeing as he works for me. Unfortunately, I don't have the time to make him sit longer today. I need to get back home and see if the angel on my bed hasn't woken up yet, so I dismiss him and also get going.

I haven't received any update from anyone back at my house telling me anything, although I left instructions that if she so much as moves, they are to contact me. I know it's crazy. I also want to know who she is and what exactly happened. Most importantly, though, if she saw the people who attacked her.

As I step inside the house at four, a maid comes bustling towards me, and I know that the girl is awake before she even says something.

"Sir, she has awakened. We called the doctor as you have instructed, and he said he is on his way." Zelda says, walking beside me on my way to the bedroom.

"Good. How long has she been awake?"

"Felicia said she just woke up and called me immediately."

When I step into my bedroom, I see Felicia standing over her with a towel, mopping her skin. The first emotion that comes to me is possession because she is mine. The second one is jealousy because I'm not the one touching her skin. I try to rein in my feelings as much as I can as I step further into the room silently and wait for the doctor.