The enemy

< Chapter 20 >

Kingston's pov:

I sighed, running a frustrated hand through my dark hair as I stared at all the files laid out on my desk infront of me.

It's just gone past midnight and I still have loads of shit to do before my flight, which is in four hours.

My men are aware of the trip we're going on and are fully prepared and stocked up on weapons.

I've managed to get a few hours of sleep but that's surely not enough to keep my brain functioning properly, and I have yet to sort through all of these files and make some important calls.

What an absolute piss take.

As I was about start searching through the files, the door flung open.

I glanced up to see Cleo stood glaring at me with Hugo by her side, looking pissed and annoyed both at the same time.

Seriously.

I raised my eyebrow at the pair of them, waiting for one of the idiots to speak up and explain what the fuck they're both doing stood at my door, just staring at me.

"I'm sorry, is there a reason why you just burst through my door without my permission?" I turned my full attention to them, leaning back in my chair, as I stared at them both, still waiting for a response.

"She stormed in, demanding to see you, sir." Hugo informed me as he burnt a hole through Cleos's head.

Does she ever leave me the fuck alone?

"Leave." I locked eyes with Hugo as he immediately nodded and left us both and closed the door behind him instantly.

Cleo watched him with disgust before returning her gaze.. her glare, I should say, back to me.

"The fuck do you want now, Cleo?" I was annoyed. Beyond annoyed as a matter of fact.

This woman thought she had now become privileged enough to now disrespect my men, my family, my mansion and most of all, my privacy. She's lucky because I happen to not like hitting women, sure I disrespect and threaten them but I've only ever killed two women in my life and that was when I was introduced to the life. Now, I dislike hitting or killing women. I would do it if need be, but I prefer not to.

She swayed over to my desk, trying to look cute but certainly doing the opposite, she was as thin as a piece of paper and she's trying to show her curves? Yeah, no.

"I want us back together again." She spoke in a low, childish voice, making me want to rip her tongue from her mouth.

"Get the fuck out of my house, Cleo." Was all I said and by the look on her face, she wasn't expecting that answer.

Tough shit. I'd rather drink a bottle of bleach before ever thinking of going back to that slut.

"Seriously? I just told you I want us to get back together and instead of even considering it, you tell me to go?"

Looking at her blankly, she tried to give me a small smile but it failed when she realised I wasn't going to be changing my mind anytime soon, "Was I not meant to say that?" I questioned, sarcastically, leaving her to return to her glare.