New Story: Love To Death -Chapter One!
Coffee. The divine smell of it had woken James Woods from his peaceful slumber. Through the glass walls of his bedroom, James could see it was dawn already. The sun was shining brightly lighting up his room. James let out a sigh as he pulled the blankets off him and rolled out of bed. He could really use some more sleep after the events of the previous day.
"Good morning Sir" the British servant greeted upon seeing his master.
Not feeling too well for speaking, James nodded and motioned for the servant to leave him.
The servant bowed gracefully before stepping out. He shut the door behind him which let out a low squeaking sound.
James yawned and stretched, now feeling the aching that seemed to dominate his entire being. His muscles felt sore and he knew very well the reason behind it.
Strolling to his bathroom, James pulled out his toothpaste and brush. He could still taste the metal on his tongue and had to get it out.
Looking at himself in the mirror, James could see the bruises and scars all plastered across his bare skin. The freshly made ones were hurting and some old ones reopened.
'A wound will always be a wound" James murmured and proceeded to clean himself up.
After some few minutes spent in the washroom, James came out in his white boxers feeling refreshed. The smell of coffee hit him again and he strode towards his work table. He picked up the cup of coffee and turned to the glass walls of his room, something he does regularly.
He had chosen to buy one of the tallest buildings in New Orleans because he loved the view. Up there, he could look at the city.
James stood taking in the view of the beautiful city. He could see people walking and cars speeding off in different directions. Everything looked peaceful and without a worry in the world. If only that were true about his life. Only 29, he already had a lot of scars.
James sighed and sipped on his coffee only to spit it back out. It had grown tepid and cold. He frowned staring at the cup of coffee.
The sound of the door being opened drew his attention.
"Sir" his servant called
"What is it Gregory?" James asked sternly.
The tone with which James had asked and the look on his face made Gregory unsure of how to react. He knew that look on his master's face and it only spelt one thing. Trouble.
"T-there is a c-call for you S-sir" the poor servant stuttered in his British accent.
James, sensing the trembling in Gregory's voice, set down his coffee and exhaled loudly. His chest was starting to hurt but he ignored the pain. He had to get calm as to not scare his servant. Gregory did nothing wrong after all.
"Who is it from?" James asked, his voice less hoarse.
On hearing the master's voice getting calmer, Gregory breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's from a Mr Roland Sir"
"Send it to my personal telephone" James instructed instantly.
Mr Roland was one of his well trusted business associate. He always brought on good deals and good money to pay for them.
Gregory bowed and left the room to go do his master's bidding.
James sat while waiting for the call but it never came. He took the opportunity to get dressed. By the time he was out of his closet, he was looking decent. He had on a dark red tuxedo together with matching pants lined with a black belt. He might be a gangster but he sure knows how to look good. With the way James dresses, he could pass for a decent citizen...but that is only a fraction of what he wished he was.
Few minutes later, the telephone rang. James quickly picked it up.
"Mr Roland?" he asked
"Get over here now" the person replied and hung up. The authority with which the caller had spoken gave James the confirmation he needed.
James quickly put down the telephone. He grabbed his mobile phones off the nightstand, put on his wristwatch, fixed his pistol in the inner pocket of his tux, and headed out. But not before grabbing his top hat.
Going down the stairs, James could see his servants had all prepared breakfast. He would've stayed back to have some if it weren't Roland whom had called. He knew for sure that there would be a huge deal for him since Roland had called himself.
"I'm heading out now. Make sure everything is in order" James instructed his servants and they all bowed.
James had just five servants. With how huge the house was, you would expect him to have tons of servants but James never needed any of that. He liked his privacy and having lots of people in the house meant he'd get none of that. He, after all, only needed someone to cook for him and keep the house clean.
"Greg" James called seeming to be giving him unspoken instructions. Gregory seemed to understand this and nodded. Of all the five servants, Gregory was the closest to James... but that of course was limited to him being the only one permitted to enter his master's room.
After giving instructions as usual, James went down to his garage. He stood looking at the cars unsure of which one to go with. He finally decided to go with his black Camaro. James got into his car and sped off with only one destination in mind ;
So there goes my first chapter on Love to Death. Tell me what you think!😀🙏