[Sequel to Infatuated]
𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆.
Charlotte is headed into her third year at Columbia University on her way to become one of her generation's best writers. With wedding bells ringing for h...
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1 YEAR & 9 MONTHS EARLIER...
The twins jumped in their private jet and flew back to New York. Landon and Layla were waiting for them after Landon had finished some stuff back in Crescent. Now that he was a cop he was well aware of the stuff that I was involved with just before I left for Oklahoma. Landon would tell Layla all about it and then would tell the twins.
The twins can't keep their mouth shut when it comes to serious matters and stuff that might include me, so they've been letting me in on Landon's findings.
Dimitri and his younger brother, Roman, who I've never met before have been on a manhunt for me. They knew that I had left without finishing up my end of the deal. I was still short of money and I owed them more than $10,000 dollars. I never returned to Portland to finish deals over there and stayed in Holbeck.
Julie was right. I liked the calmness of that old dusty county town. No one cared what you looked like as long as you didn't start some sort of controversy or disrespected the town. But I am back in California now. I had one chance to somewhat fix something and get Dimitri off my ass.
I only knew about him from the surface level. A drug lord trying to settle their territory in our hometown. But from what Landon dug up, he was far greater than just a drug lord. He was an evil man that was power and money hungry. He was wanted for many things and had direct connections to a mafia in Russia. His father's to be exact.
So I took out a rental car and drove all the way to Florence where his old trap house stood. Driving past these old familiar streets and towns felt nostalgic. I hadn't been here for a good couple of months.
I park the silver car in front of Dimitri's lair and nervously walk up to the front door. My knuckles knock on the deteriorating wooden door and the door is answered.
Tony squints at me and then smirks. "Did someone lose a dog?"
A pair of hands pull me by my shirt's collar and I'm tossed onto the dusty floor like an old sack of potatoes. I feel all sorts of fists flying at me and hitting me in various places like a punching bag. I should've prepared myself better and been aware of my surroundings.
"Ballsy for you to come here," a sinister voice laughs.
"I heard you were looking for me," I say, looking up at Dimitri. He stands there holding onto a dog's collar tightly.
The little black beast is salivating and bearing his jaws at me. He growls slowly, smelling the freshly spilled blood coming from the cut on my face.
"Should've known you had friends in that sleepy little town," he chuckles, "that cop won't be alive for much long."
"Keep him out of this. This only has to do with me and no one else," I say, spitting out the taste of iron in my mouth.
"I have an unspoken rule about getting rid of those that see what they're not supposed to see. Yet only one has gotten away, thanks to my idiot brother." Dimitri glances at someone by his side, but some other Russian meathead is blocking my view.
