Aiden Williamson
"What are you doing with his phone?" I asked Hazel, her eyes widened. I'm not going to lie but something seemed strange in her behavior since I told her about the plan.
"I was checking for the number he last called" she answered quietly without removing her eyes from me.
"Did you find it?" I asked again.
"No, I was just checking" she stated moving her fingers on the screen, "wait, give it to me. Terry will check it" I said, her fingers froze. I extended my hand for the phone.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Mary shouted behind me before I could have the phone. "Nothing" I turned around to face her. "The deal is not going to happen" she exclaimed. "We know," I said and suddenly Hazel handed me the phone, "you take care of it," she said and walked past me out of the washroom.
"Will anyone explain me? What happened here?" Mary asked.
"The deal was never going to happen. Dmitry's men were going to meet those men because they are planning something big in L.A." Hazel explained.
"This information is enough for today now you both can go home, Terry and I will take care of rest," I told them.
"Why should we go home now? If the work is done now we will enjoy the rest of the night in the club!" Mary argued.
"You should go home!" I countered back. "No! We will stay! Right hazel?" she argued again.
'do you also want to stay Hazel?" I asked Hazel for formality, as I already knew she would not stay.
"Yes I want to spend the night in the club" she answered, my eyes widened while Mary shouted in happiness. "Are you serious?" I asked again, "yes" she repeated.
"Okay," I agreed as there was no point in arguing anymore. Mary nodded in excitement and they both walked back to the bar.
"Hello! Terry, keep an eye on the girls and share the live footage of the cameras of the club on my phone. I'm going to the warehouse to take care of these Russians and also I'm sending their phones to you, check if you get any information" I told Terry on the phone.
"Take them to the warehouse," I said to the bodyguards of the club.
I was driving to the warehouse but all my thoughts revolved around Hazel.
First, her strange behavior, it felt like she was trying to hide something. The face was showing blank emotions just like it was when we first met. She is trying hard to hide the tornado of emotions inside her with a straight face outside. I wonder what she is planning now.
It's strange but I'm worried about her. I was feeling possessive for her when that bastard tried to touch her at the bar. I wanted to empty my gun's bullets into that bastard's head right there but Terry stopped me. However the other time when she walked into the men's washroom with a bottle of whiskey, I couldn't hold myself back and ran straight towards her.
I don't know why, but I'm getting relentless on her decision to party tonight.
Whenever it feels like her mystery is going to be solved now, it gets more and more complicated.
"What are you planning Hazel?" I asked myself in silence.
"You are a dead sleeper!" I told one of the Russians tied on the chair, trying to gain consciousness after I threw two buckets of water on him.
"Wake him too," I told one of my men, pointing towards another Russian.
"Now will you answer questions like a nice kid or do you want this shit the hard way? The choice is all yours" I told them.
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ENTANGLED STRINGS OF PAST
Romantik"why do you want to die Hazel? why can't you live?" he asked angrily this time. And I couldn't hold myself, " because I'm tired, I'm tired of predenting to be strong, I'm tired of living Aiden, I tried, I tried to find reason to live but I failed at...
