{ #5 } Eclipse Of The Moon (MxM || 18+)

Chapter 27 - ... Is Named Ivan Vargas

Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 27
... Is Named Ivan Vargas

Monday 23 June 2003

Ten minutes.

It must have been at least ten minutes since I was thrown and locked inside this car.

Ten minutes since the guy at the front said I was in trouble and pulled the partition window.

Ten minutes that I have been waiting for the gentleman to show up when the chauffeur said it would be five minutes.

Ten freaking long minutes for my mind to run wild, wondering what I have gotten myself into again.

Rather than cower and curl up with my knees to my chest on the right side of the backseat, I should perhaps try to escape, break a window, but my body is so sore from my previous attempt. Unfortunately, I am invisible to any potential passer-by due to the tinted glasses. I could also scream for help... though I might as well be unlucky that the car is soundproof.

However, do I even want to?

That Mr. Vargas... is one of those mysterious people. I hate it when I can't read people and the man is too ambiguous for my muddled perception. I'm sure he must be one wealthy fucker, very clean looking. A man in all his glory, with flaunting authority. Almost scary, and yet, I didn't really feel threatened in his presence. Conversely, I believe I felt safe.

Does safety even mean anything, though?

I was feeling safe in Collingswood, my quiet childhood town, even more so at the shack, and yet, terrible events happened almost a year ago. I was feeling safe in Los Angeles, even more so around Jaden, and yet, I came within an ace of death. Safety has become a word void of significance, especially after the brawl that could have killed me.

Perhaps Mr. Vargas' loud severity should scare me more than I truly am, but I can't ignore the reassuring waves emanating from his imperious and commanding aura either. What puzzles me are his intentions behind the show. What does he expect of me?

And what the fuck is he doing!? It must have been at least twenty minutes now and I don't deal very well with this state of anticipation he is putting me through. It's driving me nuts, so much so that I end up resting my forehead on my knees to calm down.

What should I do?

When the man gets inside the car, I assume that it will unlock all the doors, so maybe I could seize the opportunity to escape?

Good thinking, Aaron, but it might have helped if you'd been looking through the windows...

Indeed, the door on the left side suddenly opens and I barely have time to startle and lean back that Mr. Vargas has sat down and shut it, and the chauffeur is already driving off.

The man looks tense, ready to explode. His lips form a thin line, his brows are furrowed, his jaw is strained, and his entire body is screaming tension, from the stiffness of his shoulders to the white knuckles of his fingers. I swear that if his eyes could shoot bullets, I would probably be dead. I wish I could scream, attack him or try to escape, but his icy expression leaves me frozen on my spot. In fact, the man only briefly gazes at me before he crosses one leg over the other and turns toward the landscape.

So? That's it? No explanations? No yelling?

Quite dumbfounded, I decide to break the silence.

"Where are you t...?" I begin to ask, but a long index finger is raised to shut me up, as if it could work. "Where are you taking me?" I insist.