365 days as a Billionaire

Life's differences

It was a cold and frosty evening; the temperature was extremely low, the sky was gloomy with its darkened gray color, the moon would soon be out.

Riccardo and his gang members were made to held down by Adrian’s thugs; they were at Martinez house earlier to get him; he and his friend tried escaping their claws but the thugs were smart enough to come with a lot of men.

They were forced to kneel with their hands tied to their backs.

“Undress them”, said Adrian in a coarse and husky voice; he continues sipping his local gin, it was a common trend there to help heat them up during the cold.

“Please don’t its too cold, we’d die of Pneumonia and you won’t get your money” Randall said.

Other boys joined in and begged Adrian; it fell on deaf ears. They stripped the boys leaving them in only their underwear.

Adrian stood up from his sit, took out a cigarette from its pack and lighted it, he hit all the boys below the abdomen serially; “ which one of you would take the fall, no that the wrong question, whose idea was it to steal my Stuff?”. 

The boys were silent, Adrian called on two of his men to bring the cold water they prepared for the boys;” which one of you would come first?” Adrian asked as he sarcastically taunted the boys.

“You the brain boy, you’re not talking today” Adrian said pointing to Riccardo.

Riccardo had no clue what was going on but he knew he was in deep shit; he was silent.

Adrian pulled him, he was way taller than Adrian, he had to look up to talk to him; it made Riccardo chuckle a bit.

“Sure Three my man; I’d forgive your shortcoming but you’ll win me our next game, it enough to cover the damages you and your friends cost me.

“No that’s Unfair, we didn’t get anything from the man either, we let him go Scott free or isn’t this about the man we saved from Younggi and his folks”, one of the boys said in a fit of rage.

Adrian ignored him and kept talking to Riccardo; “Martinez are listening to me” Adrian said to him.

He forced Riccardo to come down to his size by making him squat while he was standing. “Now that’s fair”. Adrian blinked his eyes severally without saying anything.

“Oh no I hate interruptions, Maroon! You caused this i won’t forgive you”, he said to the boy that spoke against his offer to Riccardo.

“I’m done negotiating with you boys, its over in three days I’ll be there same place same time to pick you boys, you win me the game Martinez, I need your sure three magic ”He said to Riccardo winking at him.

Riccardo felt relieved as Adrian said he was done talking, he was scared of the cold water threatened to torture them with in the cold weather.

Riccardo turned around to leave, but all the boys kneeling stayed put and static there; “why isn’t anyone standing” he said in his head.

Riccardo walked towards the closed door to exit the place; he was stopped by one of Adrian’s men.

“Why are you in a haste my boy”, Adrian called out to Riccardo. “Are you Faulting my orders again?”

Riccardo halted; before he could process the whole thing that had happened the cold water he dreaded was poured on him by one of Adrian’s men; he was horrified , he screamed with a sharp cry, and started shaking; same thing was done to the other boys. 

Adrian made them all roll on the floor while they continued pouring water on them.

After punishing the boys to suit his pleasure, Adrian let them go; they were all looking distress tattered and dripping of cold water coupled up with uncontrollable shivering form the cold.

 In a fling of time the rest of the boys shook it off and came alive, they decided to wait and discuss Adrian’s issue; Riccardo was however uninterested in whatever they were doing as soon as he gathered momentum he left the place.

“Martinez!” one of the boys called out to him but he ignored them all and headed home.

“Where have you been Francisco” Mrs. Richarlson asked Riccardo he couldn’t speak, he struggled with lifting his legs; he collapsed on the floor suddenly while Martinez mother was still questioning him.

Riccardo had a full bad week; his body was stolen by someone with a poverty stricken complicated life.

Mrs. Richarlson took care of Riccardo, she helped heat him up and changed his clothes; it brought tears to Riccardo’s eyes.

“Thank you ma” he said to the woman, she ignored his words; “all I want from you is to change, No More Issue Francisco No More, Your mother is growing old and getting tired. I will go and sleep now; lest I forget you have a letter, Bethany received it on your behalf” she said handing it over to him and left.

“I have to find you Martinez I can’t live like this” Riccardo said frantically.

He stared at the letter in his hand, “Let me read what he has, in there, maybe some good thing about this one hell of a guy”.

He teared it open, “Great Vision he’s got here, I don’t even need the lights on to see clearly or use my glasses” Riccardo said, he had suffered from Myopia and used glasses anytime he wanted to read.

“ Hi, I’m Pregnant and you know this…..

AT RICCARDO’S MANSION.

“Sir!, Sebastian said your ride is here; ill help you get dressed sir, you don’t have to do this” Vazquez said 

“Not you again” Martinez said in his heart as he angrily stamped his feet’s on the floor. “why does he have to disturb me all the time; I wonder what ride he’s referring to.

“who could Sebastian be? Maybe another person from the office,; but what would he be doing with Mr. Riccardo’s car?”

“it has to be his car dealer that’s it”, he pointed his index finger in the forward direction in support of the thought in his head; Vazquez misunderstand him and moved in front of his finger; Martinez made a hand gesture asking why he’s standing in front of him; “sorry sir I must have misunderstood you”. 

“Go have your bath sir, ill pick your dress for you”. Martinez unsure of which direction he should go moved slowly checking all the door close by in the room”

Vazquez walked out of the closet holding the clothes he had picked for His master; he saw him walking past the door and checking them.

“Sir are you changing your bathing routine also? Do you need my assistance?”

Martinez knew he had a chance to cover up; “Yes I do need your help”.

“I’ll lead the way sir”; he grabs five pieces of white towel and moved out of the room expecting Martinez to follow him. 

“As big as the room is, isn’t there a bathroom in here; I should have done all these myself instead of eating and watching movies, maybe he’s moving downstairs I saw a few restrooms while watching movies”. Martinez thought 

Vazquez not seeing his master behind him goes back to ask if he’ll change his mind? Martinez declined and told him to lead the way; he’ll follow up behind him. 

He followed Vazquez, thinking he’ll stop downstairs but he got to the front of the door and offered his master a different flip-flop. Reluctantly and unsure Martinez wore the flip flop.

“Are we riding outside the house to go and bath? is that what rich people do?; why would he head outside the house?”

Vazquez slowly walked to the pool side; “jeez so dumb of me, I should have thought about this, I can swim I can handle this” Martinez said to himself; he was about jumping inside the pool when Vazquez stopped him. 

“Sir you can’t get in now, I’d have to change a few things” Martinez was confused but tried hard to keep his cool. “Ok… he muttered and stepped away from the pool. 

He brought out a cream from the towels he had with him, Martinez was surprised he dint know he had carried all those along. 

He drew closer to Martinez stretching his hands forward to him, Martinez unsure of what to do, stretched his hand also to him. 

“Is this where I should start sir”? He asked him; with no words Martinez nodded the positive.

Vazquez applied the lotion on his body, Martinez was getting comfortable enjoying the moist and soothing feeling from the lotion as Vazquez applied it on his whole body while standing.

In time he was done; “how would you want the water sir?” he asked him. “The normal will do” Martinez said, he had no idea what to say that was the best he could think of at that moment, “I f Mr. Riccardo had a strict routine he’ll definitely have the best one he usually opt for”. 

Vazquez took out his cellphone; Martinez was watching him closely wondering what he wanted to do to the pool with his phone. In a twinkle of an eye, he changed up the pools temperature, light steams evaporated slowly from the water. It was illuminated colorfully from beneath the pool.

 Martinez couldn’t believe his eyes, the pool has change, his expression was clear he couldn’t wait to get inside the pool.

Martinez soaked his body in the warmth pool, enjoying the sunbath from direct sunlight, a timer went off from Vazquez phone; “its time sir” he said to him.

“I can’t believe even bathing Is controlled by time; what sort of kill joy is Mr. Riccardo”, he said to himself. 

They went back inside the mansion, Martinez examined the clothes Vazquez arranged for him, he was displeased.

“I can’t wear these not after that pleasing bath I had; wearing a tuxedo is not right”, “get me something free and lighter” Martinez said to Vazquez.

“But sir”, Vazquez said trying to oppose his masters decision. Martinez gave him a scary angered facial gesture, Vazquez understood the gesture and changed the outfit. 

Still not pleased with Vazquez’s second choice he opted to go check for himself; Martinez ransacked the first and second closet, he was exhausted he found nothing hat suited his mood and feeling despite the numerous clothes he found in the closet.

He sat down on the dressing table and requested that Vazquez moved closer to him. “give me a shirt with short hand I can’t find any here, a jean trouser or a three cuter will do” he said to Vazquez.

Vazquez couldn’t believe his ears “Jean, three cutter”??? I don’t understand you sir… he let he words out forcefully but proceeded to get some clothes for his master. 

He took a while; Martinez slept on the dressing table which was against the etiquette laid down by Mr. Riccardo. 

Vazquez was puzzled on seeing his master in such position; he nodded his head in pity and said; “sir after the meeting you have an appointment with your doctor”.

Martinez wasn’t listening he was eager to see what he brought this time, he dint bring a jean but a long black trouser, he brought a shirt with a short hand and a matching multicolor tie. 

Martinez wore the shirt but unbuttoned it, he dint use the tie either.

He stepped out of the room and told Vazquez he was ready, Sebastian was called in, he picked up his bag and went back outside. 

Martinez followed him closely; he dint know who Sebastian was, but he could guess he was working under him for offering to carry his bag to the car.

Martinez thought they would be using one if the numerous cars that was packed outside but Sebastian walked past them all.

He kept on moving; as they walked by Martinez was admiring all the cars, he couldn’t hide his expression; it bothered Sebastian but he ignored it.

Unknown to Martinez that Sebastian had come to a stop while he was still admiring the fleet of cars parked in order, he mistakenly pumped into Sebastian. “Sorry sir” they both chorused.

Sebastian was a middle aged man, stout physique like a bodyguard that he was, his appearance made Martinez address him with the word “sir”.

The scenario took a funny turn on Martinez because Sebastian stared at him persistently.

Sebastian took out his cellphone; “what he going to do with his phone again? Order a car?” “I thought he said the car was ready?” Martinez thought wildly.

The garage gate was lifted giving a synchronic sound emitting from the motor controlling the garage’s gate.

“This can’t be real!” Martinez said thinking out loud, Sebastian was long gone, he was already inside the car they were to use. He honked at Martinez. “Sir Riccardo did you change your mind”? He yelled out loud. 

“No no no” Martinez managed to say, he thought he had seen it all, when he walked through the fleets of cars parked around the mansion but opening the garage was another level of expression for Martinez he was vastly overwhelmed.

He managed to get inside the car; he tried closing the door by himself he immediately remembered that is was an automatic car.

Sebastian drove off ….

You’re fired !!! Martinez yelled at a staff on arriving at Riccardo’s company.