Chapter 2 2: I stole it, I am rich!

"If you can't afford it, just move out already"

I wish I could be rude for once but I could not. I wanted to tell him to get out my door step as I stood blocking the entrance of my room but I can't. I owe him, one things about debtors.

Standing face to face with my landlord, I nearly cried. It was the fourth time he had woke me to this month asking for my rent. I honestly don't know what to tell him again so I remain silent.

"I thought as lunch, Mara" The man said.

Pfffff! He is always calling me that instead of Amara. I won't correct him so he can have the victory this time.

"You didn't pay last months rent, I have people...."

The both of us looked into my room as my alarm beeped again. When I looked back at him, I flashed him a toothy grin.

"Today is my payday, Mr Marshall, i will pay I promise" I muttered as I walked into my room.

The only thing I took was my phone and my uniform jacket for work. When I walked out the room, I didn't bother to lock the door because if he change the key again, I would pick it open.

"Last promise Mr Marshall, I will....."

"That's what you said last weak you annoying Italian Bitch!" Mr. Marshall yelled as I walked away "And better don't pick my locks again!!"

He sucks. Frankly, Everything sucks!

Since my seven months in living and four months of working here, I can say I have stolen from at least ten people. I can't just stop, especially when I have to pay tasks, water bills, electricity bills, gas bills, house rent, and foooood!

Adulthood is a pure scam. You wake up one morning and discover that you are owing a freaking 10,000$!!!

Seating with a sad look on my face, I bit my lower lips, pretend to quiver them and it was working. The man suddenly have forgiven me and was begging my boss to let me retain my position but his Karen wife was something else.

At some point, I wanted to kill her. Maybe if I pull her hair so hard, she would know better than to call me an Italian bitch. I know my accent sound a bit funny but saying it to my face is something else. She even suggested that they are not the first person I must have stolen from to be so skillful and not get noticed.

'Well, I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you guys are not the first'

I wish I could tell them that that would not be the last either. So I listened.

"I am glad you have the stolen ring here, Amara" My boss said.

Finally, someone that doesn't call me Mara. What I don't get is why he emphasised on the 'stolen' as if I am the first person.

"Hand it over, and...." He paused.

His expression seems sad for a bit but I understand. I get that a lot, especially when I am being caught.

"You are fired, Amara Zino" he said as he pointed at the door for me "Make sure you drop you uniform and card".

"Yes sir" was all I could say.

The most annoying part was when this Karen wife decided to come close to me to slap me. That was humiliating but I did steal from her since I would eventually get fired. I want to slap her back and pull her hair off her big head!

Poor Karen! Who had 20$ in her bag and yet kept screaming like she was the psycho daughter of the president. Before I use to believe that all Karens are mainly blondes.

Walking out of the coffee shop with a fake look of sadness, I screamed. Believe me, when I say I look like a mad woman, I opened my mouth, bent my head back, and screamed again in audible.

"I can't believe I stole it".

Trying to make myself look as if I want to cry, I held my chest and forehead. No matter how I tried, the more I failed so I just gave up trying. After all, I already lost the job I worked for only four months because of a goddam ring.

Damn!

'Did I make a mistake by leaving Italy?' I asked myself.

I can't tell of this adult life is for me because I am done. I need to pay for my next semester and no money for rent.

Ps: Remember to go into a foreign country with a pot of money.

As I walked home, I got close to an alley and gasped. All I could see was danger and money.

I have never see a car so simple and yet scary; the black Limousine in front of me is an example. Or the men standing around the car with their faces like funerals attendances in plain black suits. I can't tell if they were selected for this because they are all huge, and have visible tattoos on their palm, neck, or face.

Just four of them and I am beginning to feel like they are too much.

Although, I don't know who or what might be in that car but I can smell that danger and money. This car worth more than my life, but how am I not sure it was not a trafficking skill.

"Never mind, I amma watch anyway"

The back door of the car suddenly revealed a leg of a shiny back shoe. In anticipation, I bit my lower lip as I stood still. Seriously, I am beginning to get offended at the person for taking so much time in bringing out his second legs as if trying to let everyone get their eye full of his shiny black shoes.

'Just get out already' I scoffed as I took a few steps away 'It won't be a surprise if you look like a chicken!'.

Deciding to mind my business, I turned and began to walk away; Almost about to take a sharp corner, I collided with someone who immediately began to rub his hands over my body. He looks interesting so I did let him, after all, I found somethings in his pocket that might be good.

As he pretends to be sorry for stealing my 20$ I smiled at his stupidity for losing a lot of money to me. I can tell, even as all I did was stare and smile at him as he left.

Checking if the money was real, I smiled from ear to ear. With my head low as if my head could no longer carry it, I let out a muffled scream. I wanted to shout for joy but seeing my environment isn't the best place to do that, swallowed the joy with a red face.

'You can hit on me anytime' I muttered.

Maybe that was the reason I should have waited. It could be I would have gotten more or would not have lost my 20$ but it's fine; i have 500$ now.

What I still want to see is the face of the sluggish man that was nowhere to be found.

His gain, my lost. But checking at the right sense, none of them were my lost; not even the 20$.

Frankly, I meant it when I said it, surely, if I had met him, I would have stolen from him and probably put myself in trouble.

The Limo is still there just that the men are reduced to two, and I see no point in wanting to see him again.

He looks fine, he looks like a whole meal but I think I have something now. So, I looked down at the notes, recounted the 500$ with a calm smile, and placed it into my pocket.

Like the happiest person on earth, I turned back only to collide with another person.

"Shit!"

This Douchebag better not be a thief! Please not twice!! I can't lose this money!!!

Quickly, I brought out the money from my pocket and held it firm even when I am falling.

Wait.

Oh, I wasn't falling, I thought I would fall if not for the strong arms around my waist and my upper body. I looked up to see a mean-looking fellow glaring down at me for a blissful second. The man's empty blue eyes stared intensively into mine for a few seconds making me scream in terror.

Sadly, only a muffled scream escaped my throat as I felt consumed.

Oh no!

Quickly, I got off his grip only to hit my back against another person. I looked up to see one of those funeral attendance men and good thing, I couldn't look at his evil eyes because the black glass he wore even look evil.

The next thing I did was check my palm for my 500$ and when I found it, I hugged it with a smile on my face.

"Move her" I heard someone said.

Before I know what was happening, I felt carried. I was about to scream when he dropped me, I mean the man with the black glass. But you trust me, I did search him for something, and what I felt made me freeze to death.

I felt a freaking gun!

Or maybe not. Maybe it wasn't real, maybe it was something else I mistook to be a gun or maybe a toy gun to scare someone. Now the question would be who? Why? And what have I gotten myself into?

"Hello, sir" I waved at the sluggish man "I will be on my way"

Pathetic.

As if he didn't know I was leaving or as if I wasn't supposed to leave. I gave him the last cracked smile I had shortly before turning and running off. I did not bother to look back until I am home and made sure to lock the door.

I trembled in loneliness as I bath. No roommate, no family, no boyfriend, nobody to talk to at all.

I miss my parents. Hopefully, I pray they are resting wherever they are.

Memories of the day they left flashed back; the gifts they gave me. It funny enough how many people feel it’s something they can have too.

I lay down on my twin-size bed and began to eat a leftover candy I had left there three days ago. I ignored the unpleasant taste and began to check my stealings for the day.

500$ and a diamond ring seems to be the best so far.

Don't call me a careless thief when I say I stole a diamond ring from the sluggish man. It looked so expensive and I know one thing for sure.

Mere looking at it, I know my struggle had been settled and all that’s left for me is to know when and whom to sell it to. To be sure, I brought my phone and search for any ring that would match the description but none…..wait a minute, there is one but it’s sold out.

Oh, snap! I don’t want to talk about the amount!

"I am RICH!!!!"