Chris Langford is handsome, grumpy yet a bachelor, millionaire, and businessman who inherited the family business company from his father but under one condition - get married. Complicated, right? But seemingly his father already had him set, with a...
My mind was still spiraling over the state of confusion, fear, anger, irritation, worry and all the pessimistic words one can use.
So here's a dramatic summary and I'll start with the beginning of the evening- First, Lucas is a don, as in a crowned don to Italian mafia and I've heard that they are not so appealing to look at, especially when you are an enemy to them.
But Lucas !! A Don !!
I never thought I could ever encounter a mafia don- swearing to Hippocrates and all the fathers, mothers and parents of my sweet medical science, never did I thought to encounter even an injured mafia don.
But Jesus Sweet Christ, I befriended one.
Guess, I can be a little bit-okay little bit-slightest amount of the little bit- rely on Lucas if some shit goes wrong to me. Ughh !! Where was he last year on my birthday ? I could have used the help then.
Getting back to summary- Two, some stupid man tries to tap a sticky note on our car and had that audacity to call me a bitch. And oh I had a nice time smashing his balls like some gooey steak.
Third- there were bullets being fired in air apparently for no freakin reason but again as I recall point one, the bullets could have been for Lucas but my hypothesis is nullified by my last point.
Fourth and Final- the note, the fucking note and it's still tightly clutched and nearly crumpled in my hands out of anxiety. Because what's written in the note has shattered me into so many pieces and my whole body bleeds in pain.
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What happened last year ?
Chris' life is at stake ? But for what ?
I try but fail miserably at showing the hurt in my voice,"What's going on Chris?" We were back on the road, making our way back to home. I was still to show the note to him. His facial demeanour showed the anxiety clearly running through him.
He speaks after clearing his throat,"I'll explain you everything, I promise, but first let's head back home." I nod to his answer but my brain was refusing to calm down as it was pulling it's very own nerves under the influence of the anxiety I was facing.
I turn to Chris and saw him stiff as a log of hard wood. Placing my hand around his arm, I wrap my fingers around and nod towards him before speaking,"Relax, we are fine." Using his same hand he takes my hand in his and laces our fingers together,"offcourse, we are."
I felt him relax under our intervened fingers and that was a relief to a small percentage but the note in my other hand wasn't letting me breath in peace. The words in it were certain that there is someone out there whose head has a sign of 'DANGER' on him or her.
