Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

Exchange Of....

I spun around, my eyes meeting a pair of icy cold eyes, enough to freeze a giant to death.

I opened my mouth to say something, but instead, I flung on the door. I gasped, attempting to hide it with a loud cough.

It said in neat, bold printed letters,

FOR RENT (FEMALE)

I froze. I couldn't get my brain working.

Is it....is it what I think it is....!?

No...no...it can't be...it can't be...there must be some confusion...

His voice came from behind.

"Hey, you? I am talking to you."

My throat caught up. I spun around, adjusting my fake bouncy curls in a nod.

I couldn't get myself to look at him, let alone believe what was he doing here out of the places.

Why?

Is it like him to rent a girlfriend after getting his men to bomb a car like few streets away?

What is going on? How did I end up here?

Is this real?

"Anyway. You don't seem to be the one I rented. It was a girl I know of. There has to be a mistake."

He held up his wrist, glancing at his smartwatch. It was not until now that I noticed his disheveled chocolate hair and the remains of ashes sticking to one of his sweaty cheeks.

I blinked, drawing in a long breath. I need to keep myself together if I want to get out.

And he was helping me with it on his own.

I cleared my throat, silently praying he wouldn't recognize my sour voice.

"Ah...yes..." I folded my arms, taking a step back,

"There is a mistake. Who is the other girl? I will send her here right now."

He glanced at me, his expression devoid of any emotions. I opened the door.

"Sure. Her name is Andrea."

Silence sank in the room. My hands remained on the door, but I wasn't walking away. I remained still. I couldn't move. It felt like my feet had been swollen off the ground.

Did he just say, ANDREA!?

My heart thumped out of my chest. His voice felt like a blur.

"Hey? Is everything fine? Send her in."

My hold on the doorknob tightened, turning my hand red. He stepped closer in genuine concern.

"Everything fine?"

I turned the doorknob. My eyes passed the peephole. I closed the door in a rush, my anxiety rising through the roof.

He stood there beside me, staring at the door with his ice-cold eyes as if it would freeze it any second.

"What is going on? Why did you close the door? Send Andrea in."

I faced him, my heart accelerating. I coughed in a stammer.

"I--she--I mean I just remembered that she doesn't work here. You must be mistaken."

His eyes flew on me like an ice-cold hurricane. He never appeared this....heartless. My head weighed down, and so did my hands on its own.

"Isn't this shop's name For Sale?"

My mouth opened, but no words came out. I pulled out a nod instead.