DANGEROUS

Chapter 4

Genevieve

I frowned, checking the door while going inside a stall. "Yeah. Clarkson."

There was a lot of noise at the other line before I hear a door close and sound of typing. "Um...Clarkson...mm..." He said, typing. "Ah ha! Clarkson. Um...they own the Clarkson Company that has been held for many years now. And they own fifty resorts in all continents, including Asia."

I took in the information, "Okay...what do you know about the Clarkson? You know...the names you've mentioned?"

"Oh, James Clarkson, he temporarily took the mafia after you left, he soon handed it to his son, Justin Clarkson." Shit.

"How old was Justin Clarkson when he became Don?"

"19, he has been taking care of it...he still is actually."

"Search him up."

"Justin Clarkson...21 Canadian man. He's the Heir of Clarkson Company and took it at the age of 18." I nodded, "Height is 6'5, brown hair with golden flocks and Caramel eyes blah-"

"Caramel eyes?" I widen my eyes. "Does he have any...siblings? Or even a wife?"

"Um...no wife but he has siblings, two to be exact...Jake Clarkson, being 4, and Jasmine Clarkson, being 8." I gripped on my hair.

Shit. I must've done something to piss off the same mafia I had left when I was 16.

Wait a second.

"Where's the mafia located now?"

"From what I've heard from your brother, their in...Oh shit, New York."

"Oh fuck." I cursed.

"Calm down Genevieve, they won't recognize you. I mean...come on; I won't recognize you after your young face. Now, you must be matured. I made sure you're names stays as Elizabeth Hart. Don't worry." I sighed, "Thank you Fred."

"You're welcome. So what's the reason to all these questions?"

"Well...his men went after me."

"Oh crap. You're dead." He laughed.

I rolled my eyes, "No Fred. They're died. If they mess some of my friends, I'll make sure they suffer."

He went silent. "Call you soon Fred." He sighs, "Okay Gene, you better call."

"Bye." I hung up.

They're here. I'm sure my brother is too.

* * * * *

Justin Clarkson.

That name didn't help me sleep last night. Good thing I don't have work today, I'll be sleeping in anyway. But I don't think I'll make it in that way. I mean...Justin Clarkson. A Don, what I used to be.

He's a Don. And he's holding up the mafia sign.

What the hell were they doing in New York?

It took me a lot of time, but I finally had a nap. Yes, a nap, small one. I just can't get my mind off of Justin Clarkson.

That name kept giving me shivers. It scares me, but pleasures me at the same time. It felt right of thinking about him.

I'm too hypnotized.

I groaned. Shut up, head, you're actually having a crush on a don, the ones I hate after being one.

Crush?

Yeah. Sure. I like Justin Clarkson. I like him. Wait, why do I like Justin Clarkson?

My mind was all jumbled up that I almost didn't hear my phone ringing. I picked it up and saw Livy's name.

"Hart." I croaked, "Whoa, Eli, what happened to you?"

"Just had a rough night." Thinking. "Oh. Okay. Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm good. So, why the call?"

"We just want to thank you for last night. And a guy went knocking on the door, looking for you, Elizabeth Hart."

I shot up out of bed. "What's did he look like?" I quickly asked, energized at the same time.

"Uh...he had red hair with blond spikes, he was wearing leather clothes and he's tall, as in 6'2 or something. Oh and he's really buff." Roberto Cloud. Yes, I did some research.

"What did he want, Olivia?"

"Are you okay? You sound...serious. And did you just call me Olivia? Uh oh, something's wrong, what is it?"

I sighed to calm myself, grabbing a sweater. I put on some jean and took off my shirt. "It's nothing, still am stressed. So, what did he want?"

"He wanted to know where you live, which I don't know where. So I told him I didn't know, he left giving me a card saying that I should give it to you."

"Okay Livy, what's in the card?"

"A phone numbers from...a Clark, Clarkson? Clarkson Company?" Shit. "Oh and you're going to meet him too, at 02.30 PM." Double shit. "Okay, thank you Livy. You're welcome about dinner, I want you to do me a favor and keep the card, don't tell Gunter about this and...Forget what happened."

She gasps, "Something is wrong! And...Are you kidding me?! I am not forgetting a tall hunky and sexy man standing on our door!"

I chuckled, "Okay. Okay. I'll see you soon. Keep this as a...secret."

"Oh! I love secrets! You're secret's safe with me sister!" I smiled "Thanks. Got to go, bye now."

"Bye!"