𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑢𝑠 & 𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑎

Chapter 9

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Renata

I don't have much luck with men, but never have I ever met a man like Iskander. I obviously knew he wasn't from Spain when I saw him. There aren't many blondes or blue eyes here, and his name proves that. He's the first guy I have ever felt shy or even nervous around, but that all changed on our date.

People say that I sometimes have a temper.

I didn't mean to slap him, but the way he said those things to me, without an inch of any emotion, it hurt more than it would if he said it with disgust. I had done nothing to him. Then all of a sudden, he curses under his breath.

"We need to go."

I laugh in his face. "You're more stupid than I thought if you think I'm getting in a car with you."

He rolls his eyes. "Are you done?"

I try to yank my hand out of his grip, but he yanks me towards him, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Excuse me?! Someone help! He's kidnapping me."

A worker stops him at the door. "Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave the girl alone, or the police will be called."

Iskander uses his free hand to pull out a shiny black gun. "Move out of my fucking way."

Now shaking in his boots, the worker hurriedly steps out of his way. Now, I'm scared.

He shoves me into his electric car and speeds out of the parking lot. "Stop, let me go! What are you doing?" I shout, putting on the seatbelt because of how fast he is going.

"Don't question it." He replies calmly.

"Let me go–AH!" A bullet literally flew through the window as the car spun from being pushed by another car.

"Fuck." Iskander takes out an earbud from his ear and throws it out, getting the car in control and speeding onto an unknown road with no cars with the two cars behind us, still shooting.

"Put your head down." He simply says.

I start crying. "How can you even remain calm?"

"Because I know what I'm doing."

Why, Renata? Couldn't you have just found a normal Spaniard man with whom to live the rest of your life with? Instead, you wanted to go big with an American man.

When I look up, Iskander is speeding towards the edge of a cliff. "Iskander! ISKANDER, STOP!" I sob.

"Take off your seatbelt. And when I say jump, you jump."

"No, no, no! I'm so sorry I slapped you, please, I can't swim. Don't kill me, you psycho."

"The car is about to blow up. Jump when I fucking say jump, or you'll be blown up too. I'll carry you to shore." He says, quickly reaching ever so close to the edge as I take off my seatbelt.

I'm putting my life in the hands of a man I barely know.

"Jump."

The car flies off the cliff as both Iskander, and I jump out, those people behind keep firing, making the car blow up in midair, but I fell into the water as soon as that happened.

I'm scared, I can't open my eyes, I can't float, I don't know what's going on around me, and worst of all, I'm losing my breath.

Iskander really left me.

Before I could slip out of consciousness, an arm reached out and hauls me up to the surface, giving me air.

"It hasn't even been thirty seconds, and you're about to faint." Iskander sighs as I'm coughing and gasping for air.

"Who are you?" I asked, making sure my grip was tight and secure as he swam towards the beach we were previously at. How did he know there'd be a cliff around here–wait, what? What the fuck is this? Some kind of mafia shit show?

"Stop fucking clawing me like a damn animal, I'm not going to drop you, and even if I do, I'll carry you back to the surface."

Iskander carried me bridal style onto the beach, which had like ten people at this time. This is so embarrassing. They're probably thinking, who the fuck goes swimming in an Armani suit and a dress?

We–no, I was forced to jump into the water or blow up along with the car. "You never answered my question, asshole."

"Ok? I saved your life, that's all you have to know, and until we get them off our backs, you'll have to stay with me."

"I apologized for slapping you, and I'll apologize again now. Please take me home–"

"Renata, shut up." Iskander sighs. "It's not about you slapping me. I'm not that crazy. They saw me with you. They think you're my lover. They'll try and kill you. Judging by your reaction earlier when you found out we needed to jump, I don't think you want to die yet."

"Whose 'they'?"

"I said 'they' for a reason. You don't need to know, only that your life is in danger until we finish our job in Granada."

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"You have a very nice place." He observes.

Iskander said that we had to go to my house because 'they' were going to be searching the hotel he was in. "Thanks."

I felt much better after changing, but I didn't have anything for Iskander. I don't live with any males.

"You know," I start. "If I was maybe smoother and told you that maybe Julia and I met at college and that she set me up too, would I be less pathetic to you?"

Iskander looks at me for a while. "No. You'd just be even more annoying."

I scoff. "Wow, there really is no way to please you."

"I didn't say that." He retorts.

"Really, well then tell me?"

"Are you really that desperate?" He blankly looks at me.

"Do you talk to your mamá like that?" I sneer.

"No. Just you." He shrugs.

I smirk. "So, I'm special?"

"What happened to the shy girl?"

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms. "She disappeared when she found out you're an asshole. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't find you a little attractive."

Iskander narrows his eyes at me. "That's because I saved you. Give it a minute. You'll lose interest." He takes the phone I randomly have in my house and types in numbers. "Julius?" He sighs. "I was set up, and now I have девушка to protect. Delora's men might be coming to the hotel." (Girl)

I scoff, taking out my orange juice.

"No, stop." He grumbles. "I'm not fucking he–just hurry up." Iskander puts the phone door.

He takes the orange juice out of my hand and drinks the whole thing.

"Bitch–"

"Should've never crushed on me. Your life is in serious danger."

Hiii

How was the action scene, I don't do well with them but I tried.