Rumors
1204 Words
Vanessa got dressed in her normal attire as she headed out painting in front of the Bar, for a cab, since most cabs are already closed for the day leaving her stranded
A drunk man from the club came out stumbling, approaching her with a cigarette and unstable eyes and he came to her, his breath filled with alcohol stench.
"Hey baby, you waiting for me"
He asked as he came closer
"In your dreams" she muttered rolling her eyes at his remarks
He came closer having the audacity to put his hand on her waist
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A few feet nearby Marcel was watching the scene unfold he felt his rage rise seeing the bastard put a hand on her, c*****g his gun already ready to blow the man's head off but stopped surprised by what was happening.
The man was on the floor rolling she had kicked him right in the balls for touching her without consent leaving him writhing in pain
"f**k! " The man screamed, clutching his balls.
"You men are the Same" she huffed
While three onlooking bystanders who were friends with the stranger made their way to her.
"This f*****g b***h what made you think you can treat our friend like that huh?"
Marcel has had enough of the spectacle but changed his plan not wanting to scare her as he made his way leaving his weapons with his bodyguard
"Gentleman! He beaconed forcing their attention, I believe this is not the best way to do things, and harming a lady That is really below the belt."
Vanessa expected the men to at least give a snarky remark back, instead, she turned to see fear instilled in their eyes as they looked back at Marcel.
"we're sorry, our friend was in the wrong, forgive us," they said before they fled with their friend who she kicked in the balls.
Turning to face the Mafia who had his hands in his perfectly tailored pockets with an amused look on his face.
"I didn't need your help, you know,"
"Oh, I know you look like you could help yourself." He smiled But my offer still stands let me take you out
"No", she said sternly
"At least, let me drop you home then."
She looked about and saw there was either a full cab or none in sight making her sigh.
"I would appreciate that, I have to be home right now," she said, she didn't have the will to be stubborn right now she needed to get home.
They rode at the back of his Mercedes. His driver dared not turn back to look at them.
She felt Marcel staring shamelessly, fed up with it she had to speak up
"Do I have something on my face?"
"No you're just beautiful," he said instantly
He must really be a mafia, she thought by the way he's been trying to talk his way into her pants.
She would have fallen for it but didn't want to get involved with a mafia
They reached Vanessa's residence, he immediately came out opening the door for her, his driver giving him a shocked look but the driver still didn't utter a word.
"Thank you for taking me home, but I don't want to be involved with you"
She said straightforwardly.
"Then get to know me," he offered, she expected an 'I got you moment' but looked to see him dead serious, as he stared at her waiting for a response
Vanessa was left speechless, as much as she felt the s****l tension between them, she couldn't still accept.
"I'm sorry"
"I'll give you time to think about it, see you around Nessa," he said, immediately entering his car.
She looked up to see her friend Marie was still her neighbor beside her old family home, where only Vanessa and her aunt lived,
Marie sheepishly raised her eyebrows as she gave her a thumbs up from her window
"Not what you're thinking Marie!" Vanessa shouted even though it was about 11 am alarming her aunt whose light illuminated from her room signaling she was awake.
"s**t," she said before she ran in.
She made her way to her room, tiredly dropping her bag and carelessly on the floor as she made her way to the showers, washing off today's activities.
She thought back to how eventful her day and be, just by encountering Marcel Vance, recounting, his blue eyes that looked at her seductively when they were at the bar, his lips a and, OK! That enough Vanessa scolded herself, turning off the hot showers, heading to bed praying for a more quiet life.
***
She woke up the next morning, by 9 am the day being Saturday, and she had, a lot of work to do on her grocery list, that aunt Patricia had left her
Bribing Marie to come with her to the small market to get fresh products before work as today being Saturday would be more hectic, luckily she has days off on Sunday so he had to make her last shift count.
On reaching the market, she noticed a lot of people were all strangely looking at her, small glances when they thought she was not looking, fed up she turned to Marie who was busy browsing for fresh spices since she was a chef at her restaurant.
"Marie, is there something I don't know?"
"What do you mean?" she asked as she dropped a jar she had been holding
"A lot of people have been looking at me weirdly."
"I don't know what you mean vee," Marie said as she avoided her eyes at all cost,
She was fed up with it as she saw two men who looked at her as they talked in hush whispers, Vanessa being as stubborn and straightforward as she is, swiftly made her way to them, making them cower, as their demeanor became scared, with two pairs of eyes widening at her approach.
"Hi," Is there a reason you're all looking at me weirdly? she asked not wanting to go through circles, she just needed a clean answer
"We're sorry madam, we don't want any trouble"
"What do you mean by that"
"Word has been going around that you are Mr. Marcel's woman were are sorry please," they said as they backed away, their steps turning into a fast jog.
Her confused face then turned into realization, why go far when you have the town gossip as your neighbor?
"Marie!?"
"I swear, by my life, it was not me! I would never spread rumors about you! Promise."
"Then who is it?"
"I don't know, "
Fuck, Vanessa thought, she did not want this now everyone thinks she's in the mafia organization or something.
A block away an unknown figure had been tailing her, wearing all black, he pulled out a burner phone calling an unknown number, the line picked up on the first ring
"Report." The voice spoke
"Sir, I have been tailing her, the woman that Mr. Vance was seen with twice, what are your orders?"
"Just keep close, don't get noticed, she might be his weakness that we have been looking for, finally, we can put an end to Marcel Vance."
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