Sweet Revenge

XXXIX

Kyla's POV

"For the name of Jesus Kyla enough"
Paul said to me after yelling back for the thousandth time to the pig they were carrying on a stretcher because of a broken leg and arm that maybe, just maybe, I was the cause of.

Ops
He deserved it though.

A smirk appeared on my lips cause of Paul's exhausted expression; the poor thing's been putting up with me almost all night.
One good thing about this "being arrested" shit was that after years me and Paul met again; we used to be best friends when we were little and the fact that we met again after so many years made me happy, especially given the way we drifted apart.

When I was sent to the military camp I couldn't say goodbye and I thought that if one day we ever were to meet each other again he would be angry at me but he wasn't.
After seeing me enter the police station and overcoming that moment of surprise seeing me there, he simply hugged me and then ruffled my hair, which he used to do when we were little.

We couldn't talk much though because they took me to a cell with Allison where I stayed until a few minutes ago when they called me saying that someone had paid the bail.

When I looked away from Paul's face, my eyes landed on someone else's burning pair that I really didn't want to see.
And from there I understood where the paid bail came from; he was not alone tho because Axel and Damiano were also with him.
Ax gave me a small smile that didn't reach his eyes, at that sight I had to shift my eyes to the ground because my heart was tightening.
I couldn't bear to look at him, none of them really, at least for a while.

Once I got close to them I heard Paul loosen his grip on my arm and then move behind me to take off my cuffs.
While he was working on take em off I felt him approach behind me until I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

"Don't disappear again Kiki"
He whispered in my ear and just after I felt the handcuffs release my wrists, I brought them in front of me and began to massage them looking at Paul who in the meantime had moved to my right staring at me with a soft smile that held sadness.
I exchanged the same smile and didn't say anything just nodded my head.

With one hand he gently grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me on the forehead whispering once again something to me, with his lips still on my skin:
"I'm glad I saw you again"
"Me too"
I told him when he stepped back.

When I looked around I noticed that everyone was witnessing that exchange between me and Paul, a little embarrassed I cleared my throat and as usual my eyes ended, without my permission, towards Nicolai who had an homicidal expression on his face.
His jaw was clenched and his knuckles pale from the way he was clenching his fists.

I wasn't surprised he was mad at me for "borrowing" his car but damn didn't expect him being this upset.

"Williams since the bail was paid you and your friend are free to go"
The lady said from behind the desk, just after, I heard someone coming behind us and turning I realized it was Allison whose eyes got wide with fear as soon as she saw in front of her Nicolai and Damiano.
After a few moments of silence, Allison started talking.

"I- I am so sor-"
Not even letting her finish talking, Nicolai gave me one last look before moving his murderous gaze on my right and turning his back heading towards the exit, leaving poor Allison, who was on the verge of crying because she thought she was gonna lose her job and get her mother in trouble, standing there.
Sighing, I closed my eyes and tried to calm down before yelling at him not very nice things.

"Come on, girls"
Damiano said with amusement in his voice before he too began to walk.
Axel stayed there a moment longer and was about to talk when I turned towards Allison.
"Let's go Allison"
I said to her who was now crying and, after waving a little to Paul we left as well.

Once outside in the parking lot I saw two cars waiting for us so I headed towards the nearest one but Damiano didn't let me pass.
With that usual smirk of his he pointed his head towards the other car and I rolled my eyes not in the mood for his little games.
"Move Damiano"
I said sighing, but instead of doing what I asked, he put one arm around Allison's shoulder and started walking towards the car with her, who smiled softly at me, and then got in, started the car and left.

The fucker really left.

Throwing my head back I groaned because I knew who was waiting for me inside the car; I realize that I might've seemed a little childish and that I should've deal with the whole situation in a different way but I really just wanted a little more time to process everything that happened and, maybe, after I would be more willing to talk about it but not now.

Sighing again I turned and started to go towards the car, opened the door and was overwhelmed by his scent.
I sat looking straight in front of me but I felt his gaze piercing the side of my face, we stayed like that for about a minute until I was about to turn and tell him to stop staring when I felt his body overing on mine and his smell inebriate me.

I closed my eyes feeling the heat radiating from his body and my heart beating in my ears, when I opened them again I saw his face, nothing short of gorgeous, just a few inches from mine.
He was looking straight at me with such an intensity that made me feel too conscious of myself and I was afraid that he might've heard the noise my heart was making.

My attention moved down, however, when I heard a click, it was the belt.
He fastened my belt.

Heart you didn't have to go crazy over such a gesture.

I subconsciously licked my lips and noticed the way his eyes darkened focusing on that little movement.
I started blinking trying to clear my mind that was clouded by his too much closeness and scent.

When I shifted my attention out the window he finally moved and got back in the driver's seat starting the car and I hoped so much that the radio would start so as to avoid any kind of conversation but..it didn't.
After about ten minutes of traveling the silence in which I had taken refuge in was interrupted by his deep voice.

"Kyla"
I didn't turn around, but I kept looking out the window and let out a shaky breath.
"Who was that guy at the police station?"
I turned my head incredulous at what he just said and scoffed; after all that happens now he's asking me about Paul, fucking Paul!
"I'm sorry"
I shook my head turning my attention back to the window not sparing him another glance.

"Kyla, look I'm sorry for what you saw back then I didn't mea-"
I clenched my jaw and my head snapped towards him.
"You're sorry for what I saw, but not that you lied to me, you're sorry that I found out everything isn't it?  I thought I could trust you and each one of you lied straight to my face all these months!"

I said feeling a lump grow in my throat, and all I wanted to do was lock myself in my room and be alone.
I needed that time alone.
"I-"
"enough...please just-"
I said in a whisper, turning back to the window and biting my lips hard.