You (don't) Know Me

Adrenaline.

I woke up to the glare of the early morning sun coming through my window.
I decided last night that I wasn't going to train this morning and that rest was the best possible thing for me today.
I have a mission later on this evening at a club, and I immediately push away all thoughts of an emotional breakdown before getting up to brush my teeth and take a shower.
I can do this. I can do this. It's just another day at work.

Fast forward to that evening...

God I hate the smell of beer. This man's breath stinks. I mean the cold overly long fingers I can handle. Even the fact that he looks like he's never heard of a razor before didn't effect me. But seriously? Is there no other drink available to you?

Here I am sitting in one of the finest clubs in the city, in the VIP section, practically straddling an overgrown lump of a man and I don't complain. Is it too much for a girl to ask for some boundaries? I'm just supposed to sit here and let him attempt to try and seduce me when really I'm seducing him by just being here?

I look sexy as hell in my dress tonight and I even clipped my hair to the side to give more exposure to my more alluring features and the man just will not budge.

(Theo's dress)

"So... we've talked about your powerful role in your gang, we've established that I am hot as fuck and still I'm sitting here, in a public place, with my clothes on."

I almost bring up that martini everytime I actually pay attention to the accent I was flaunting tonight, what kind of idiot would find anything about this attractive?

"I like your thinking princess. Let's get out of here and I can show you what a real good time is."

Sweet. Fuck.

He foolishly tried getting up while I was still on top of him, resulting in me nearly kicking him in the foot and I swear if I wasn't in a public setting right now-

"Let's take the back exit. I'd hate for any women to notice me on your arm and cause a scene. Better to be sure we aren't disturbed."

"You do think of everything, don't you?"

We headed for the back exit and I caught a glimpse of the clock.
Shit. Shit. SHIT. I'm gonna be late.
I tried quickening my pace but with his hand wrapped around my shoulder, I couldn't take the risk of his hand slipping down to my boobs if I tried to.

FINALLY. Outside I can breathe.

"My limo is just around here il mio amore."

Oh no this guy did not just fucking call me that.

"Anyways this was fun."

Twist of the arm. 'Crack'
Foot to the back. "Thud"
And just for good measure, I strut in front of him and whisper in his ear, "Wrong choice of pet name dipshit."
Before using the point on the end of my heel to kick-stab him right in the balls.

"Theoooo. How many times woman? I told you that you get him outside and we take it from there."

"Yeah but he got on my nerves."

Scott stepped closer to me so the other guys didn't hear him when he says, "I don't think it would matter who he was, he was always gonna get on your nerves tonight."

"Look I know this is a stressful day for you and you know I'd be there if I could but boss says-"

"Yeah yeah. And what boss says goes, I fucking know that Scott."

He goes to grab my hand and I swear I'm ready to give him a piece of what I just gave- shit. What was his name again? It doesn't matter. Don't get me wrong Scott's a good guy. A really good guy. But he's made it abundantly clear how he feels about me and I've repeatedly made it clear that he can piss off.

I dodge his hand before walking off, "I'm gonna be late if I don't leave..."
I check my watch.
"Five minutes ago. Great."

I don't think it fully sank in until I rode up the drive of the mansion that this was it.
This was the moment I waited for for 6 years.
This was the moment I wish I'd never hoped for.

I always imagined what this day would be like in my head, for some odd reason I always imagined it happening in the rain, the old cliche, I would be running in my dreams. Searching for something until I finally ran into his arms. As time went on the dream turned into a nightmare. I would just run, an endless cycle of running towards something and then eventually I didn't even know what I was running towards anymore. There was nothing there. A lifeless soul.

As I came to a halt at the front steps, it couldn't have escaped my notice that the limo was already back. He was here.
I didn't know how to feel. I couldn't feel. I just walked, until I reached the door.
It was inevitable that I would have to face him again some day, Marco had basically branded me with the title "Trusted one" ever since he decided I would stay with him after-.

"Theo."

I hadn't realised I had opened the door and was now standing in the hallway.
Don't look up. You have to look up. Oh god help me. I'm gonna have a mental breakdown.

I looked up.

"Luca."

You (don't) Know Me.
Chapter 3 / Adrenaline.
-amylee183

Hi lovesss:3
2 chapters in one day! Please don't expect this consistency, I'm just extremely excited to continue writing this book again.

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