Callisto Point of View

I was meant to do wonders.

I was supposed to be the most powerful man in the nation.

I am always feared.

I am always treated like royalty.

After going through so much and getting to this point, what did I gain?

Polythene bags in the side, dirty wrappers in hand and useless plastic in sight; all waiting for my attention.

I must curse the day when I went arrogant and gone to kill the enemy. That was my first and last mistake that can even keep my spirit on earth after death.

"What are you doing here?" I frowned when the darkness in my nightmares appeared before me with a huge smile.

"I gained knowledge on first chapter of relationship, My Lord." She said twirling round and round in nimble steps.

Alright! What happened to her?

Why is she acting like a Princess Barbie from Barbie movies?

"Good for you. You changed the cleaning location to slums without my permission?" I asked enraged at her sudden decision and look at her audacity, she did not even tell me about it.

She just informed my driver as a part of surprise. Who finds picking trash in slums as a surprise gift?

It is a surprise no doubt, but not in a good way.

"The mainland city is too clean so I thought why not you show your generosity to slum people first." She thought?

She thought so much but she did not think about asking me or telling me once.

Why is she taking such lenience from me?

I looked around the rows of old torn down building and piles of trash at the end of the street. My face transformed into a disgusted frown without my knowledge, glancing at the amount of dirt I am designed to clean up.

I was once part of places like this. I lived on street for years with my now best friends and I know how tough it is to live in a locality like this. That is why and when we vowed to be so successful that even the shadow of that life cannot approach.

After working so hard, struggling to meet the ends, studying so hard to gain scholarship and finish University; here I am, again in the similar locality, picking up filth.

"Look at those children, My Lord." She broke me out of my thoughts and pointed to the group of kids playing beside the roads. "They look so happy despite all the problems. When I see people like that, I couldn't help myself from admiring you even more for the way you created humankind." She giggled?

Yes giggled like one of those scary dolls from horror movies. My, my, my, look at her swaying from side to side!

Is she...

No she isn't! It's just a passing illusion. She can't be doing what I think she is.

She is rolling the thick locks of her hair around her wrist while swaying side to side. Is she meaning to twirl her hair with her fingers?

This is such an eyesore!

Without sparing her another glance, I picked a handful of wrappers on the road and threw them in the large bag in which I'm gathering the precious trash.

"What is love?" She asked in a very weird sickly sweet and a cute voice, drawing a heart in air causing the dry leaves and dirty wrappers tumble on me from her hands. Some of the dirt even went into my mouth, Goodness!

Control Callisto. This is a test of patience. Control yourself.

I scowled at her and looked up to see her looking into the sky with a smile. She damned attended one date lesson and now she is acting like a escapee from a Nationally banned insane community.

I thought of not answer her and just continue my work silently but sadly, her question about dating or love somehow includes me so I have to make clear what I feel about her.

Hope she understands a little sarcasm.

"Love is giving and expecting peace." I answered arrogantly with my proud nose in air, expecting her to get the hint.

If this brainless girl has even an atom of brain, she will understand the hidden meaning behind my words.

"Spoken like an Almighty." She did not smile, did not chuckle but she freaking giggled again.

What happened to her today?

Wait a second... Is she trying to act shy?

But it doesn't look so. It just looks like she had a strong something before getting here.

"To me, love is picking up trash." Excuse me!

Did she indirectly call her future lover a trash? In this case, she is thinking about me probably!

F***ing idiot!

"Whom do you mean by trash?" I gritted throwing the bag on the floor and stood straight towering her with the power of my height.

But she only smiled very nightmarishly at me, "Of course it is you." I stumbled back a step when those horrible words left her ridiculous mouth.

I'm a trash?

I am a trash!

"I accept you and pick you up however and whatever you are. And look at the bright side; you are like an unrecyclable plastic to me that I prefer to keep it." Hell what?

Unrecyclable plastic?

Did she complimented me or insulted me?

What kind of explanation is that?

"Did you just compare me to a trash?" I stood speechless at her notions. I'm a Mafia don for f**k sake and I'm the most feared one out there. People called me many names but never did one give me a name of trash with such a incredulous explanation.

"No, My Lord. Never. Nothing can compare you. You are the beyond everything." She said defending herself genuinely.

My eyes started get moist when her latest statement hit me like a lightening. What did she mean by nothing can compare me?

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and counted numbers till hundred to control the arising unknown mixed emotions. To control myself from strangling her, I ran my tongue over my dry lips and opened my eyes after I thought I can look at her for a minute without putting a damn bullet between her eyes.

"So you say you love junk." I asked because I still did not understand completely if she is insulting me or praising me.

I met many dangerous, tricky and cunning people but never had I encountered a person who talks like her. This is not sarcasm, this is not straightforward, this is not a joke nor is this genuine.

Then what is it?

"You are the only trash I love, My Lord. Like I said, you are mostly the plastic and polythene kind of junk that cannot be reused nor can stop from using it in the first place for comfort. You are both a bad and a good habit, My Lord. You are the best."

Okay, so she is saying that I am universal trash!

Superb! Am I alive till date to hear this?

Beautiful girl die to get me touch them, kiss them and bang them but this brainless Annabelle –

Without another word, I silently walked to the heap of filth and stated putting it in the garbage bags.

The throbbing feeling in the head, the numbing in heart, the aching body is the witness that I am completely exhausted.

I'm emotionally exhausted.

I'm mentally exhausted.

No, Callisto. You cannot let this happen to yourself. After everything you had gone through, you cannot let any evil affect you. You need to stay away from her. F**k the promotion, I can make my own fame but I will have to put an end to this.

She will have to let me live and if she continues to behave this way, I will be forced to visit a psychiatrist.

As if God has heard me for the first time in his free time, he sent an enemy angel towards me.

While I was busy tying the ends of garbage bags, I saw a suspicious person walking towards us sneakily from my peripheral vision. Cuckoo is still lost in her own thoughts about love, trash and me.

I know the man that's approaching us is someone who is intending to hurt me, maybe one of my rivals' men.

That was when the idea bulb blinked in my head.

Cuckoo, the enemy of wisdom has always seen me as God. She only met me in my office or at my house but she had never saw me being violent.

Stupid girl just thought I'm an evil destroyer because I'm a Mafia man but she had never seen what mafia men do with her own eyes.

Planning everything in my mind, I pulled out the gun that I hid in the back of my pant. With one look at her, I understood she was out of her wonder world and has given me her full attention.

The gun in my hand has shown me such a reaction from her that nothing did till now. Her eyes actually widened but it was with fear or not, I couldn't understand; still widened nonetheless.

The one who is approaching us with the intention of hurting did not see me pulling the gun yet thanks to Cuckoo who is in the way.

So using that as my chance, I pulled the trigger and the bullet went straight in between his eyes and just in seconds, he fell down with a thud flooded in his own blood.

Cuckoo's eyeballs almost hanged out at the scene that unfolded before her as she looked between me and the dead person for quite some time.

There you go Albina Rae the Crossbreed White! Time has come that you know what kind of person I am and what I'm capable of.

Time to run away from me darling and hide some where I cannot reach you.

All the best my Crossbreed darling!

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