[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." - Albert Einstein
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Once again I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at my wounds. They were pretty well healed, of course not completely but they look better than until a few days ago.
The only thing that will remain in a few weeks is a scar that will always remind me how important my job is. People like Harry and his gang have to be stopped.
My phone, which was on the marble tray in front of me, rang and I answered the call. „Hello?" "Hey Ash, how are you?" a bright voice rang out. It was Layla. Ever since I let her and Piper in on some information, we've been back on good terms. So we're talking to each other again.
Thanks God. I could not have stood any more silence. Because Layla, as you know, never keeps quiet. And not hearing her talk all the time was just weird.
"Quite well. Just looking at my wounds," I told her casually. I turned and look at the bruises from the side. I gently stroked the bruises with my fingers. At least they're not purple and green anymore. Harry really does possess a powerful punch, I'll give him that. He's definitely stronger than me. However, I am faster.
"I did that earlier, too. My knife wound is healing pretty well. Luckily, the knife wasn't in that deep, otherwise I'd look very different... It's certainly hard to find pants when you only have one leg left. Especially pretty pants in which my ass looks bomb as fuck. What's your situation? Ribs still bruised? And how does the gunshot wound look? Still bad?" As I said, Layla talks a lot. A lot, a lot. But I like it. It's never boring.
"Um, right." What all did she want to know again? My head was buzzing. Injuries right. "To sum it up, my ribs don't hurt at all anymore and the gunshot wound isn't giving me any problems either."
It's better if I leave out how many Painkillers I'm popping.... Layla shouldn't know how I'm theoretically on drugs all the time. Because I'm still working. Which isn't allowed to do on drugs. Obviously.
"Impressive. If I had your wounds, I'd take a break for a while first." replied Layla, impressed and with an audible grin. "Evans can pay me and I'll chill on the couch eating ice cream."
She exhaled in satisfaction. But I don't have time for a break. Even if Layla's idea sounded tempting....
I took a quick breath to collect myself and spoke into the phone again. "No time for a break. I'm at a rehearsal dinner today knowing that our opponent from last time will show up too."
