NEPHLEM

CHAPTER SEVEN

The two men wouldn’t agree with what I told them. No matter how good I put it to be, they were still adamant about it. That it was way too dangerous for me to do. And because they didn’t trust me when it involved something that dangerous.

I tried for hours just to convince them to let me try out talking to Sunny about it and taking his offer to helping us. But since it involved me getting myself out there and been involved with dangerous people, both Roland and father Michael refused to do that.

But it was the only shot we had at finding the shifter that took the ring of the damned. It was the only way, but none of them would reason with me. It was a capital no from both of them.

But with time, they will come around. I hope. So I allowed them to think about it and told them I was going to do it even if they allow me. Because I was not going to risk the Vatican finding out about us losing the ring that was so powerful and dangerous.

If it meant taking the offer that Sunny was offering me in exchange to telling me the location of the shifter that was impersonating father than I was going to take that offer. I needed to make this right because somehow I thought it was also my fault the ring got stolen.

If I had paid much attention to my thoughts and the whispers, then the shifter wouldn’t have taken the ring. I felt a dark presence when we gave him the ring, but I said nothing. Okay, technically I did say something, but I did nothing about it.

So, to save myself from feeling the weight on my shoulder and to save Roland and the father, I was going to do this. I just have to do this.

I sipped on my wine as I sat on the chair in my apartment. I have been there ever since I finished talking to the two men. Trying to think and wrap my head around everything. But it wasn’t doing any good.

Hence, I did something that was going to help me with something else as I wait for the response of the two men. Even though I was going to do by hooks or by crooks.

“Mubanga, I don’t have to tell you that this is crazy, do I?” Charlie spoke as she joined me after her bath.

I took a swig, “I know it’s crazy. But what will be the point if it doesn’t involve crazy and danger? Never rely on easy solutions. It tits the soul, my friend,” I smiled at her.

“And does Roland know about this so plan of yours? Because I’m sure he wouldn’t agree to this. Weren’t you saying he wasn’t happy about you going there last night?” she asked.

“Yes. And just like last night, you are not going to tell me I’m going on a date with the right-hand woman of the pastor who has been talking trash about me and my looks. And mostly ruining the name of my church,” I spoke and got up.

It was almost time for my date. Somehow I managed to make the woman that worked for the pastor that was talking about me to go on a date with me. And lucky for me, the poor thing was desperate. And who was I to not take advantage of the opportunity when it’s knocking at my door?

I took my hair as I looked in the mirror and tied it in a bun. Then I put something on my hand to cover up my easter bunny tattoo. A lady like her would like that. A man with no tattoos and other worldly things.

Then I put on black leather trousers, not too tight and a matching shirt that was only leaving part of my bare chest out. Just for the in cases. You never know when need arises to use God-given gifts. Then I matched up the all look with sneakers.

“You still look like someone out of her league,” she spoke behind me.

I turned to her with a smile on my face. “That is the goal, sweetheart. To make her fall over heels. How the hell do you think she is going to tell me about herself if I don’t dress to impress?” I spoke and finished up my fittings. “Just tell me if I look perfect or not?”

She stood up and did a curtsy, “you look pretty sir,” she looked up at me and bust out laughing. She actually slapped her hands on her knees.

I couldn’t help it. I just laughed along with her. With the shit week I have had, I needed to laugh and get things out of my system. To just be me and forget about what I was going to do or what I was going to do tomorrow.

“Sir er,” I spoke as my laughter died down.

“I thought you forgot about that night. Pretending to be the grandson of queen Elizabeth, that was crazy but yet the best night I have ever had,” she spoke as she walked to me. “Just be careful because I want us to do that again,” she hugged me. “I always have to worry that you are out there doing some crazy shit,” she let me go.

 I being the only family she had; she was overprotective of me. And I understood that. Most people actually thought we were dating, but she was like a sister I never had. And we have been best friends ever since pre-school.

But been away from danger was the least thing I needed to do at the moment. Because my all life revolved around danger.

And I fear it was only getting worse from now.

“I will not die, Charlie. Never. And I don’t want you to be worried about me. I’m constantly worried that some crazy bastard will walk right at the door and take you because of me. Always be careful for me. Okay?” I spoke as I took her hands.

“I will try, sir,” she smiled, and I did the same.

I didn’t even know if she needed to know about my plan to go and see the man that nearly killed me a few days ago. The man that had been wanting to suck my blood for some time now.

One can only hope for a better tomorrow.