Part 2:
Tito was a respected and adored man in his town. He had this irrepressible charm that got him anything and everything he wanted. With the features of a Greek God, six feet tall, blue eyed and masculine, he commanded an air of authority and respect. Tito was always the ladies’ man. No matter what he said, what he did, the ladies swooned for him. His charisma was his prerogative. Every man in town wanted to be like him, every young boy wanted to grow up to be him. He was every guy’s secret idol. His taciturn and laconic replies were a little unnerving, but there was nothing reproachful of him. Leading a perfect life was something he did with ease. But not everyone knew his deep dark inner side.
A myriad of emotions was running through Tito’s mind while he was walking back home. He had just lost a considerable amount of money gambling. What was he going to tell his landlady? He owed her two months’ rent and was running out of excuses. The gambling incident was indelible. He could not win back that much again. His sanguine and cheery mood was no more. He lost hope. His penchant for getting out of trouble was something that brought him a lot of optimism, but not this time. Trying to assuage his loss, he headed to the local bar. The dusty, lacklustre bar was a subterfuge to the atmosphere outside. The bartender had a wry smile as he served the usual to Tito; Scotch, on the rocks.
As he downed the drink with profligate haste, enjoying every drop of it, he heard a loud thud. It was the door. He noticed someone get in. The dark and shadowy room made it hard for him to size up the man. His footsteps were hard and heavy. There was a sinister silence in the bar. The noisy crowd at the end of the room became so quiet that the tension in the room could be felt. The man had something in his hand. He was gripping it really tight and had it aimed towards one direction, towards one person: TITO.
More to come.....
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