*** Evelynn POV ***
Back home. The drive was silent, I think he just trying to find the words because after relentlessly being against dating anyone and doing things my way I suddenly bring news that I am in fact dating someone that they would consider to be no more important than dirt.
It's just how the world works, I suppose. At least he didn't die for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
He is cute when he freaks about his life, I guess he has that in his favor. But the look in his eye, I don't think he was scared just... annoyed that he is incredibly unfortunate.
"Are you going to take him into an alley and shoot him?" I break the silence.
"What do you think of me, Evie?"
I cross my arms. "A bit explosive, anger issues-"
"They are driving him to his place."
"And what are you going to do to him?"
"Nothing," he rests back on the couch, "listen, Evie, sorry. Just a bad day and luckily you decided to come along otherwise..."
I sigh. "Hmmm."
He then opens his eyes, "I don't know why a runner of all people but it looks like even you didn't know about it. He should be fucking put in his place for lying about it-"
I stop him. "The sister complex is really showing."
"I look after my family. Some fucker keeping secrets should be reminded why he doesn't keep secrets."
I counter. "He works as a runner for a shady family. What the fuck do you want him to tell me? Oh by the way, I have a death wish and work for this family because I am incredibly poor and trying to make ends meet. I hope you don't mind, right?"
I continue. "Even then, how is he supposed to know that I am in that family when I don't let anyone know about it?"
He takes a deep breath. "Know where he lives?"
I narrow my eyes slightly, choosing my words carefully. "No, he didn't want me to come to his place because it is a shit hole."
He glances out at the window. "Are you two a serious thing? Like-"
I snort, "Why?"
"Nothing."
Oh, this is definitely going to be fun, I wonder how this will turn out?
*** Normal POV ***
"You live like this?" one of them asks after walking with me into my apartment building.
It is run down. Part of the carpet is either burned or missing. The paint has bubbles and in some places, the paint has started to peel off. The small kitchen only has a working sink with broken cupboards and a broken fridge.
There is a skeleton of a couch. And my room is just a mattress. At least the toilet works properly.
"What?"
"A fucking shithole."
I walk into the room expecting to be threatened at any point. I hear a phone ring, and he answers it instantly. "Boss? Yeah. It's pretty fucking disgusting. You sure?" he then addresses me. "You have a family?"
"None that I know off."
"Alone. Got it."
I turn around to see him put away his phone. I then breathe out with a sigh, "What?"
"Pack your bags, boss said there is no fucking way he is going to let you live in a dirty fucking place like this."
I furrow my brow. "This may look like a shit hole, but it is still my home."
"Not anymore. Pack your shit, meet me downstairs."
He walks away. Shocked, I glance around the room. I have lived here, I stole a lot of the things in here too. I washed the shit stains and grime off of the walls and floors to make it liveable because I had nowhere else to go.
And just because I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, I just got a girlfriend and I am going to be put in probably a nice-looking house so that they can keep an eye on me.
Honestly? I might just have to date her just for the perks. That and breaking up with her is also going to get me killed.
WHY AM I TALKING LIKE WE ARE DATING?!
I scream to myself trying to wrap my head around the recent events. I walk to my room and stuff all my clothes into a small bag that they can barely fit in before I head back down the flights of stairs to see him waiting near the muscle series we drove in.
Opening the door for me, I skeptically get into it.
At this point, they are buttering me up to kill me.
We drive in silence toward our next destination. Though to my surprise it isn't the docks, it isn't the graveyard, or some alleyway but a street filled with the nicest houses money can buy for comfortable living.
He opens my door and then gestures to the building with a package by the front door.
"There's a key on top of the parcel. Everything inside is yours for the time being."
I get out of the car, I walk towards the front door of the house, and see a note underneath the key. I lift it up to read the words:
Welcome to the family. Don't fuck with her.
I am a walking dead man.
At least... I am a walking dead man in a nice house? There are perks to it I guess? Fuck me.
