Lay it on the Line : The Good Samaritan book two

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Chapter 11

"You think this is a GAME?!" William cursed at Vespa. She sat quietly holding her arm. She wouldn't look him in the eyes. Vespa had a couple scratches and bruises on her face. William turned and grabbed her face. She whimpered at the force.

"What, no smart remarks?" Her eyes strayed from his face. He shook her head making her look at him.

"Either they die, or you die. Do you understand me? Marina may be your boss, but no one screws me over!" he paused. She didn't answer him.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?" He screamed in her face, gripping her harder. Vespa nodded her head. He let her go and placed his hands on his hips.

William stared down at her. Laura, his secretary walked in.

"Excuse me, sir, do we need to push the meeting back or..." she looked up from her papers and grew silent when she saw Vespa. He turned to her.

"No...no, the meeting will be on time. Gather the board members early tomorrow." He turned and walked to his desk. Laura nodded and walked out.

Vespa sat quietly, looking at the floor. William cleared his throat.

"Don't you have a job to do?" he asked her as he looked through numbers on his phone. Vespa got up from the chair slowly and shuffled to the door.

The Hotel

Nate jumped awake, grabbing his side in pain from the jump. He looked around the dark room and then at the clock. It was four in the morning. He slowly sat up in pain. He looked over to the other bed. Paige was fast asleep. Nathaniel rose from the bed slowly, almost falling back from the pain, but he caught himself on the nightstand. He thought the noise had woken her. He stood still as she turned on her other side and went back to sleep.

Nathaniel slowly shuffled to the bathroom, each step sending pain throughout his body. He reached the bathroom and slowly closed the door. Turning the light on, he examined his wound closer. The bullet went through clean, right under his ribs. Nathaniel leaned on the sink for a moment. How could he have been so stupid. He almost got them both killed. His anger made his wound hurt worse. Gripping the sink tightly, he slowly raised his head, looking at himself in the mirror. "You know what you have to do." he told himself. Nate couldn't allow her to become like him. She had a future and all he had was death. Death ruled his life and he didn't want that for her. Even though he had become numb to this world and everything in it, he couldn't allow this girl to lose her innocence. He turned out the light and walked back into the room. He watched her sleep for a moment before packing his things. He wrote a note and left it on the bed on his side. He turned one last time towards her. He held his side and shook his head before walking out.

The morning light crept into the hotel room. Paige stood looking over the empty spot, where Nate had lain. The blood-stained sheets marked the spot where he had been. Paige squeezed her hand in anger and then opened it. A piece of paper floated to the ground. It was wrinkled, and two bold words could be seen. 'GO HOME' The same words he had uttered to her before all this happened. Her face was red with anger. She quickly packed her things huffing and grunting. "How could he, that son of a...," she screamed. She kicked over the table and chairs. Paige grabbed the bag and stormed out of the hotel room.

As Paige waited on the curb for a taxi she plotted out what she was going to do. Paige was still furious that he had left her. After everything they had been through, he had left her alone.