ALANA

Power Core

Alexis Levan's POV

"Who does she even think she is? That bitch!" I am pacing around the grassy backyard of the safe-house and performing my favourite hobby; cursing at the world and questioning that 'why do these kinds of things always happen to me'?

Sincerely though, why?

"Worried about something?" Hayden arrives and leans against the doorframe, while I am striding tirelessly in the lawn and trying to vent out my anger.

"Don't wanna talk, Hayden" I answer curtly, still feeling mad on Alana, Nadia, Eros and maybe at my own self too.

"We're done with making the dinner. Maybe you could freshen-"

"Don't want to!" I say right away while increasing my speed and circling the small lawn.

He watches me very patiently for a few minutes and then I hear his footsteps approaching me.

"Hayden, you can go" I order him, my tone getting furious with every passing minute that he's around to force me to come back inside.

His footsteps are fast and I know that he's right behind me. Before I can turn around and face him, I feel his arms wrap around my waist and his tall, muscular body pinned against mine. He smells mostly like the stew that he was working on, but I am not complaining.

I place my hands on his and feel his cold skin... which is very unusual. He is always warm and relaxing to touch. I'm the one with the 'cold-hands' issue.

But of course, aren't you forgetting what you're here for, Alexis? The Power Core for Hayden. That central device that acts as Hayden's heart and is worth millions of Dollars.

During our fight with Eros back at their headquarters, Hayden's Power Core was damaged and it is beyond repair. That is majorly why we are in Germany. That is my main priority, not all this bull shit and getting mad at people. I need that Power Core for Hayden and I will get it for him!

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Without much to say, I take my seat between Hayden and Sloane on the dinner table.

"Good! Now that everyone's here, can we please start eating? I'll turn into a micro-organism if I don't eat for another minute" groans Nadia.

"That is technically incorrect, Nadia" says Hayden, smiling but Nadia never heard him as she's helping herself with some stew and pasta.

I just have one glance in Alana Kusuma's direction and see her eating her food peacefully. Right, she looks so much better and even slightly innocent when that mouth of hers is shut!

"Now..." she begins. I jinxed it, didn't I? "Will you children tell me why you're running around or do I get three guesses at it?"

All of us exchange looks in between us and everyone stops at Damien, who is trying to hide his face behind his glass of water.

"Guess, it's the three guesses, then" shrugs Alana. Damien opens his mouth to speak but Alana's started her guessing work.

"You, glasses!" she refers to Sloane, who almost dies, choking on her pasta. "You probably ran away with the popsicle and now her rich Mob-boss Dad is after you, trying to find his dim-witted daughter and her shy, but crazy in love girlfriend"

What kind of a drama serial's script is she reciting for us?

"I think you should just speak plainly before she claims that we're running because one of us stole Gordon Ramsay's lamb sauce" I say blandly.