Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 22.

We said goodbye to Lynn before getting back in the car.

My anxiety was higher than ever. I don't have any idea why I should read it when I get back and her saying that make me even more worried. 

I look down at the envelope and stare at it. "Ella Davis" Written on it. 

I take a deep breath and fold the envelop before sticking it in my pocket. If I think about it too much I'll freak out. 

"Where are the rest of the guys today?" I question, getting my mind off the letter. I'm better off not thinking about it.

"A meeting." Harry places his sunglasses on his head. 

"You guys seem to have a lot of meetings. Why so many?" I ask. I know nothing about any of the guys. Maybe I can try and get some information.

"Just have to check in with the boss and make sure everything is running smoothly." Harry explains.

"Why aren't you there?" I ask out of curiosity.  Harry snaps his head over to look at me.

"What are you doing?" His eyebrows furrowed. 

"What do you mean?" I attempt to play dumb. I know I probably asking to may questions.

"The questions. Stop." Harry turns back to face the road. 

"Why don't you guys tell me about yourselves or anything?" 

"Ella." Harry warns. I just really want to know.

"Just tell me this and I'll stop. I promise." I face Harry, practically begging.

"Because we can't and we don't want to." Harry grabs his sunglasses and puts them on.

I lean back in my seat, confused. I want to ask why they can't but that is another question. I already promised I will stop. I guess it is a question for another day.

**

Harry opens up the penthouse door. I head for the couch while Harry heads upstairs. I take a seat on the couch and place the envelop on the table in front of me.

I place my hands on my knees and sit and think for a moment.

What is in this letter? Who is it from? Is it something bad? Do I even want to open this? Questions run through my mind along with different possibilities.

I sit and stare at the letter. I tap my hands on my knees. I can rip up this letter and throw it away. Or I can suck it up and read it. What if it's important?

I stand from the couch and begin to pace in the living room. I play with the end of my hair as I pace and think on what I should do.

Is it from Malefic? Or someone from my past? It can't be that bad right?

"You gonna open it or what?" I look up and see Harry walking down the steps.

"I don't know." I admit. Harry walks over to the bar and grabs a random bottle and pours a little into a cup.

"Want a drink?" Harry hold up the cup.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks." I go back and sit on the couch.

"Wasn't gonna give you one anyways." I look over at him. He rests his elbows on the bar like he is waiting to see what I am gonna do.

I roll my eyes. "I'm just going to do it. Just get it over with."

"Bout time." I hear Harry under his breath as he walks to the kitchen.