𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
DARK ROMANCE
"Fuck. You."
I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wa...
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I was nervous.
I am never fucking nervous, but I was and I could tell Julian noticed that. He calmed me down a little in the car, but now that I'm walking up these steps I just want to walk back down.
I keep pushing my negative thoughts back because all I keep thinking is that something was going to happen. That this didn't feel right. I felt like I was going to lose something.
Or someone.
I scanned everyone seeing Layla fidget a little as she knocked on the door. Luca pulled her back when she was done, forcing her to stand right next to him. Sergio stood on the other side of Layla and I stood in between Alex and Julian.
This was so stupid.
I wanted to leave, but the second that thought came to my mind the door opened and Charlotte smiled at us. But there was still fear in her eyes and I didn't like it. She was losing weight from the last time I saw her and I wondered what the treatments were doing for her. Or if it was her husband that did this to her.
"Come in," she said, moving out of the way to let us through. She hugged Layla on the way, but I brushed past her before she could try and hug me. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but physical touch wasn't something I entirely loved.
"You guys can follow me," she said, leading us down the hallway. I gripped the USB that was in my pocket tightly. I brought it for a reason because I knew Amador would want it. I didn't want to give it to him.
But it's something I knew he was going to want.
And I'd give it to him if he threatened any life that was with me today.
She turned right and into a large dining room with a long table. No one was sitting down yet and the only people in the room were guards that were standing in the corners and by the other entrance. The table was already set with plates and silverware. We all took our seats quietly. Sergio sat at the very end with Luca next to him, while Layla sat next to Luca and me. Julian was by my side and Alex on his other side.
I checked the time on the small clock that hung on the wall that read eight pm. Now he was officially late and I didn't want to be here any longer than I should've. Charlotte took the seat in front of Layla. Layla was also awfully quiet today and I wondered if it had something to do with the fear of her father. I looked over at her and she was bouncing her leg up and down under the table.
"Stop," I whispered to her and she looked over at me, but yet she didn't stop bouncing her leg.
"Layla stop," I whispered louder and when she didn't stop I kicked her leg under the table. She let out a strangled noise.
"You can't do that," I told her with a louder voice.
"Do what?" she whispered, her eyes looking around the room. A room she grew up in, but still she was tense in her seat. It was very quiet in this room and I knew all the boys could hear us, but I didn't care.
