The Glossy Eyes

Chapter 33: The Truth.

As the days turned into a week, Alannah gradually regained her composure, although the memory of the incident continued to linger in the back of her mind. She pushed forward with strength and resilience, determined not to let fear consume her.

Nathaniel, on the other hand, delved deeper into the investigation, determined to uncover the truth behind the incident in Alannah's apartment. Despite his extensive resources and connections, he found himself hitting dead ends. The mystery remained elusive, leaving him frustrated and unsettled.

Alannah, making her way back to her apartment from the hotel, inadvertently stumbled upon a conversation that seized her attention. Two voices, filled with a mixture of concern and frustration, carried through the air, capturing her curiosity.

As she approached the source of the conversation, Alannah couldn't recognize the voices. She paused, hidden from their view, listening intently to their words. The weight of their discussion struck her like a sudden gust of wind, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Nathaniel's going weird, man. It's like he's lost interest in the business," one of the voices murmured, laden with disappointment. "He didn't even handle the recent drug deal. And you know what? The cartel isn't going to take it lightly. They're already talking about an uprising."

The other voice chimed in, a tone of skepticism woven into his words. "I mean, who does that? A mafia leader who neglects his responsibilities? It doesn't matter who his daddy was. The gang can replace Nate if he can't handle the heat."

A deep voice spoke, "he's always around this blind musician girl."

One of them scoffed, "Nathaniel, hanging out with a blind girl? What's that about? She can't even see anything. Must be interesting for him."

The other person snickered, "Yeah, I heard he's always by her side. I mean, what's the point? She can't appreciate his looks or anything. Maybe he just wants to get in her pants."

As Alannah stood there, hidden from sight, her heart raced, and a wave of shock washed over her. The conversation she had overheard painted a drastically different picture of Nathaniel than the one she had come to know and care for. The revelation that he was involved in a gang, and even worse, a mafia leader, left her speechless and trembling.

Her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Questions cascaded through her thoughts like a torrential downpour. How could she have been so blind to his true nature? How could she have missed the signs? A sense of betrayal and unease gnawed at her, threatening to engulf her in its darkness.

Alannah's grip tightened on her bag as she struggled to process the weight of the information she had stumbled upon. Her trust in Nathaniel was shaken to its core, and she felt the ground beneath her feet shift. The cozy world they had built together now seemed like a fragile illusion, shattered by the harsh reality of his hidden life.

She couldn't help but question her own judgment. How had she fallen for someone who operated in such dangerous circles? Was it all a lie? Had their moments of happiness been nothing more than a façade? Was he really with her for just thrill?

Overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions, Alannah retreated from the scene, her steps heavy and unsteady. She needed time to sort through her thoughts, to come to terms with the shocking truth that had been thrust upon her. The once-familiar streets felt alien and menacing as she navigated her way back to her apartment, the weight of her discovery clinging to her like a heavy cloak.

As Alannah grappled with the shocking revelation, a flicker of hope sparked within her. She desperately clung to the possibility that there could be another person named Nathaniel or Nate involved in the shady dealings she had overheard. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding, a case of mistaken identity.