Chapter 11

Silas raised his head to look at his friend. He wanted to know how he was coping with the comfort he has provided. To his amusement, he saw Lucas trying to ward the woman off. It seemed like his resolve was weakening as the woman leaned in for another kiss.

'Woof!" Silas whistled cheerfully as Lucas devoured the mouth of the woman. As he watched his friend pull away, he noticed Lucas' was trying to say something. He tilted his head closer to read the lips of Lucas. The excited smile on his face froze as the only thing that came out of his friend's mouth was Laurel.

'How could he…Could it be…he is seeing Laurel right now?" Silas asked out loud.

'Hey baby, focus on me. Why are you staring at that lady?" The woman beside him was offended. She found him distracted and traced his gaze to the lady in the distance. She wasn't pleased to find him ogling her. Or so she thought.

Silas shook her off him and when she didn't bulge, he glared at her. The woman has never seen him as angry as he was. She knew she has to leave. Hissing, she picked up her belongings and sashayed out of the space.

Silas rolled his eyes as he teared is gaze from her retreating figure. She irritated him anyway. He turned to look at Lucas and found he wasn't there any longer. He scanned around the arena still finding nothing.

Silas suddenly felt guilty. His mind drifted back to his fiancée. He knew he was getting miserable. He snagged the bottle of half Lager premium beer on the table. He wasted no time in draining the bottle. How could the girl he had courted for 2 years leave him just like that? She should have never walked into him training with Luis. He was trying to toy with him for God's sake. You know, put a little fear in him. To make him never to act like a child. It was to toughen him up and not to kill him.

Silas knew he has done many terrible things but there was one thing he knew he doesn't do which was to kill someone unjustly. It was customary to kill during self defense and every other punishment was melted out by Lucas. If there was a traitor, the traitor died by the hands of his boss, Lucas.

It was such a pity. It was a pity that Anya caught him while he was doing that. He had tried to reason with her. He shouldn't have kept the cartel a secret. He should have told her everything. Now, it was a misunderstanding.

Feeling dizzy and suddenly tired, he pulled out his phone. With weary eyes, he tried to find her number. It was saved in his favorites contacts. Without delay, he dialed her number. She picked at the third ring.

'Hey…" He slurred.

Anya was getting ready to retire for the night when she heard her phone vibrating. Frowning, she uncovered herself. She wondered who was calling at such an hour. Her friends knew not to call her at this ungodly hour. She proceeded to pick the call. Had she looked at the caller ID, she wouldn't have picked the call. Maybe she would have thought twice before picking the call of her ex.

'Hey…" The caller slurred for the second time. It was then she recognized the voice. It was the voice of the man she missed. It was the man who should have called her 3 months ago. Anya sat up, removing her sleep face mask to check the caller ID. It was her Ex-fiancé who should have called her 3 months ago. Her heart beat increased and her eyes glistened immediately with tears.

She has waited for his call for so long. She has waited for him to tell her that it was all a misunderstanding and he wasn't who she think she think he was. She had caught him doing the unholy act of committing murder.

But what did he do? He and his friends laughed it off and acted like nothing was wrong.

Anya willed herself to be calm as she inhaled and exhaled. She didn't want him to hear the longing and weakness in her voice. Well, she was in for a surprise.

'Do you know how much I've missed you?" Silas continued. It was quiet on the other end but Silas knew she was listening. 'You left me without an explanation. You stopped coming over to hang out; you don't even pick my calls."

Anya raised an eyebrow. She wondered when she didn't pick his calls. Then she remembered it's been six months. She didn't pick his calls for a long time and the calls stopped coming in. she had gone to her brother's place to clear her head of what she'd seen. Anya mentally face palmed. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault that she took longer to heal. He should have looked for her.

Anya refused to say anything. In fact, what she wanted to do was to hang up. But what he said next made her pause.

'I should have told you…but I was protecting you. You shouldn't have seen me doing that. I was roasting a fucking pig!"

Anya rolled her eyes. 'There he goes with the cussing again."

'It's all a misunderstanding Anya. I need you to come back to me…" Silas said, belching. Suddenly, the phone turned off. It was really disappointing to hear the power off beep.

Anya wanted to hear more. Her ears were wide open. That was until she heard the loud belch from the other side. She had to keep the phone away from her ear. It was apparent that the person talking was drunken Silas and not sober Silas. The man she knew as Silas was handsome, playful but the one thing he didn't mess with was his pride.

Silas Castilo has a big ego.