Never Again

"Are you fucking with me?"

Thalia POV:

"I don't care what you have to do, just find me someone who can replace Rachael. Yes, I know we have to be done by Tuesday which is why I'm telling you to get it fucking done."

I become irritated and hang up the phone. Rachael made the decision to work for a rival corporation. That's her lost, because the company she went to is under me.

I take a deep breath to calm my rage and enter the restaurant where I'll be meeting my friend Finn. He works at a casino and we met 3 years ago when I was in trouble and till this day, we've been friends.

He called me yesterday after I left knockdown warriors, saying he needed to talk to me about something important. He's a very outgoing and funny person, so I know it's important when he says it.

I approach the hostess, removing my sunglasses, and say, "A reservation for Larisa." She looks surprised and types something into her screen. "Right here, Ms. Larisa."

Larisa is my middle name, and I prefer to go by that rather than my surname.

Well it depends on the person

I take a seat at the table, which is located in a quiet area that I prefer. I dislike interacting with others.

While I wait for Finn, I play on my phone. What the hell is taking him so long? As I turned to go, I glanced at my watch and heard a whistle.

Before I looked up and spotted Finn, I was about to curse out someone.
I get up and smile as he squeezes the shit out of me as I touch his back, hating skin ship.

I wheeze out, attempting to catch some oxygen, "Ouch, you're going to kill me." "Shit, my bad, it's just that I haven't seen you in a while," he says as he releases me. I recline and wait for him to take a seat. "I'm simply bruised from yesterday," I said.

He casts me a dejected glance, "Thalia, I'm so sor-" I cut him off before he can feel sorry for me. "You stated that it was urgent."

He gives me a look that I ignore while I wait for him to speak. "Right, we have a problem: Chris has returned and is coming for you."

"Are you fucking with me?" I ask.

why would he be lying?

I don't know

then stop saying stupid shit and listen

oh, shut up

"Thalia, I'm serious, and I'm pretty sure something has been going on lately, hmm," he says, looking at me. I know he's correct, and I don't want him to be correct.

"I thought he was in prison until recently," I say as I put my head in my hand, trying not to scream. "He escaped darling, and he had help," he says, taking my hand in his.

"Do we know who helped him or how the hell he escaped?" I ask. "No, but until then, I believe you should seek assistance elsewhere, rather than from the police, who may be working with Chris." He said.

I just happened to fall in love with the wrong guy. Only bad things happen to me, I swear.

"I've got a gun, and I'm not the same girl Chris used to play with." I tell him.

I won't let another man do those things to me

"I know, but please hear me out, my boss can assist y-"
"Hell no, I'll figure this shit out on my own," I shake my head.

I don't trust other people in my business

"Thalia, listen, this isn't up for debate; you need his help, believe me," he says, his eyes pleading.