Ugly Ronney: mafia romance [English]

Chapter 7-5

The ice pack on my ankle relieved the pain immediately. Peter looked at me with a puzzled expression. His eloquent silence spoke volumes about the situation. For my part, I felt as if I had run a marathon on stilts, crashing to the ground with every step.

"Well, for a first time, we couldn't hope for a miracle."

I gave him a look that screamed at him to shut up.

"We will have to train every day to meet the challenge."

I jumped out of my seat.

"No way! This wasn't a good idea. I can't risk ending up in the hospital. This is all nonsense."

Peter looked at me in a strange way. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking. Without considering my words, he said, "I'll meet you here, same time tomorrow."

He turned and with a firm gait, left the room, closing the door behind him. I breathed, relieved that this torture session was finally over. I threw myself back in the chair and closed my eyes for a moment, only to open them again when I heard the door open.

"Timothy?"

His terrified look didn't indicate anything good.

"Ronney, Mr. Khan is waiting for us downstairs. I should warn you, he's in a terrible mood."

"No kidding," I growled in a low voice.

I walked into the living room trying to limp as little as possible. Ashley was there waiting for us. She may have been having sex with the boss, but she was as worried as we were. Surprising, though. Yeraz was sitting on the sofa and staring in front of him. He didn't turn his head when he heard us coming. I observed the lines of his face. His profile was just as perfect.

"Where were you?"

Timothy and Ashley turned their eyes to me. A chill ran through me. Tell him to go fuck himself, my guilty conscience said.

"Peter needed me."

"Oh, really?" Yeraz said in a chilling voice. "Why?"

He's teaching me to walk in heels and we laugh together every time I fall down on the floor! Petrified, I was unable to answer him. I was back to being the thirteen-year-old girl who hid in the school bathroom at every break to avoid the abuse of my sickeningly mean classmates.

"Miss Jimenez, you missed two important phone calls from my most trusted associates. You can't even imagine the consequences."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Mr. Khan, Peter left her no choice. He arrived and--"

Yeraz raised his hand in the air to tell Timothy to stop talking, then he got up from the couch and turned to me. He stood there, looking at me with his darkest eyes.

"I need to get to New York as soon as possible and be back by Friday before the board meets. Get it all ready, Miss Jimenez."

"What time do you want to leave?" I hesitated to ask.

From the look on his face, he looked like he was about to shoot me. Yeraz approached me and said in a threatening tone, "Within the hour!"

Furious, he pushed me and left the living room like a hurricane. In his wake, he took everything with him.

While his words were still swirling in my head, Ashley took the lead.

"I'll take care of the plane tickets. Timothy, you book the suite and find the driver."

My assistant nodded and pulled out his phone without missing a beat.

"Ronney? Ronney? Look at me! Go to Yeraz's room and get his belongings ready."

"His belongings?"

"He went upstairs to isolate himself in his office, probably to make some phone calls. In a suitcase, you'll put his toiletries, six jackets, and most importantly, don't forget to pack his notebook. It's the beige one. It's still sitting on the table, right by the window. Timothy and I aren't allowed in his room."

Timothy glanced at Ashley, who rolled her eyes, aware of what she had just said. At that moment, I imagined her in Yeraz's arms, drowning in the silk sheets. I tried to banish these thoughts from my mind and return to the present moment. I shook my head and rushed upstairs, my heart pounding.