Good Girls Shouldn't Piss Off Bad Girls

You Hurt Me

Rose POV

I push my hair out of my face and groan looking at the papers covering my desk, it's never been hard to find the best deal but Jesus it's even harder when shit is legit. I don't want to call him but he's probably the only person who can help me.

Phone Call:

Chris:Yes, Rose?

Me:Send me his number.

Chris:You know I can't do that.

Me:I swear to God if you-

Chris:Fine! Fine, I'm tired of both of yall ass. If he flips you on your head-

Me:I'm gonna shoot him.

He hangs up and as soon as I pull my phone from my face his number and current location is shown. I get up ignoring the papers I leave my purse only thing in my hands are my keys. I make it to my truck and pull off towards the office. I squeeze my steering wheel as I think about all of this. What if he's really dead and someone is just pretending to be him? What if this is all some messed up scheme from Rio? Nah I'm smarter than that idiot. He wouldn't know enough about him to do that.

I see Ruby calling but I ignore it, I leave my phone in my car before getting out walking inside the building. I check the location again and walk to the elevator the few stationed men all over the place, I press the fifth floor and I wait turning around for the other doors. Once they open I see two men standing there.

Man:Ms. Johnson please follow us.

Me:Lead the way gentlemen.

They turn and one walks ahead and the other follows behind me. We make it to a door and before he knocks I open the door. When I see him look up from his phone I gasp. He nods to the men and they close the door. He stands up and leans on the front of the desk and sighs.

Chris:My little doctor.

I can't walk closer, as he stares at me, his eyes dragging up my body, his eyes stopping at my eyes that are filling with tears. He walks to me and I'm pulled into his embrace. I stand there as he hugs me tightly. Once the shock has washed away, I feel the anger flood in, I step out of his grip and he stares down at me, just as he goes to speak I slap him, his face twists to the side as I punch at his chest and stomach, I see us hit the couch and I push him into it and pull my gun into his face locking a bullet into place.

Me:Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you for real, right now?

He looks at me and I press it into his forehead.

Me:I thought you died.

He tries to stand up but I press harder into his forehead keeping him down.

Chris:I know. I-

Me:I mourned over you! You took half of me when you did that shit!

He stares me in my eyes and I inhale my tears either falling or draining away.

Me:You hurt me, Christian. When I did everything for you, just for you to die on me and not stay dead. The fucking nerve.

I see his pupils dilate more. His eyes lose that warmth and his jaw steels and he rises up his nose in my direct line of sight due to my heels, I move my pistol from his face to under his chin.

Chris:You told me that you'd trust me in every endeavor. This is not trust.

Me:I would've if tricking me wasn't one of them.