❝What would it take to get rid of you?" His jaw ticks, icy blue eyes glowering at me.
"A million dollars, my phone and an octopus," I shrug, grinning.❞
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Renee's not exactly an innocent angel. She has done her fair share of crimes. But when she...
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Chapter 4 | The confrontation
✦ Renee ✦
Steam was coming out of my ears.
I'm a peaceful woman. I'm half vegan, I love nature (probably, if I spent more time in it) and I could count the amount of times I've been in a fight on one hotdog. That is, if you count that one time I verbally fought a very aggressive homeless man for the last bag of chips in a store... in the midst of desperation...
But him.
Oh my God, him. My whole body shudders at the things I wanted to do to him.
My fingers twitch in sync with my left eye. I want to dunk his head in the bowl of juice on the table. I want to kick him where it hurts. I want to drown him in a sink full of all the foods he hates until he begs for mercy.
"You stole my phone," I growl, taking a threatening step towards him.
The phone that I've shed blood, sweat and tears to get my hands on. It has been some hard 2 weeks without her. I've even held a funeral for her honorable disappearance.
When my parents - I'll never get used to calling them that - told me there's this party thing that their boss has invited them too, and asked if I wanted to come because it would be a good way to make friends with their coworker's children, I really didn't expect to find Rhys here. But I came prepared anyway because I had to save her at any cost, and also, assert my dominance.
And now that there's hope I can get her back, I won't back down from anything.
Rhys shoots me an impassive look, sipping from his wine glass. "I don't know what you're talking about. Do I know you?"
"Give. Me. My phone. Back. I'm not asking again, and you will not appreciate the consequences."
He narrows his eyes, scanning me up and down. He doesn't think I'm a threat, does he?
"Listen, Rhys." I reach to the table beside me, then down a glass filled with alcohol and bang it against the table dramatically. Wait, it's not alcohol... I fight a blush as he scoffs. "Give me my fucking phone, or I'm going to call the security guards right there and tell them you stole it."
The corner of his lip twitches. He crosses his arms over his chest, bringing his face closer to mine with no hint of hesitation.
"Do it."
I stomp toward the security guards and look back, giving him his last chance. What I see makes my conviction waver.
He's watching me with an amused smirk. He beckons me forward with a nod and his wine glass.This is not going according to script. He should be quaking with fear at this point.
