DANGEROUS

Chapter 6

Genevieve

A drive to my friend's house wasn't easy with my emotions open. I can't believe I even had thought of going to that appointment. Justin Clarkson is crazy.

But still, you can't deny your feelings.

Fuck you subconscious.

I banged on Livy and Gunter's apartment. "Hold your freaking horses!" I hear Gunter's voice.

He opened the door lightly, but I shoved it open and found Livy holding a bottle of beer. I quickly walked to grab her drink and shoved them all down on my throat.

"Whoa. Okay. Gunter, go get her ice." Livy's voice faded as I stumbled and landed on the couch.

I groaned, "I can't believe that happened."

Livy sat next to me, giving me comfort as I cried from my drunken stage. Unlike any other people. I was a silent type of drunk. I was thankful for that, since I don't want to spill the beans.

I felt something cold pressed on my stomach. Sighing in relief and relaxation, I closed my eyes.

"What happened this time?" I hear Gunter whisper, "I don't know, but it must've been something horrible, this is like...the third time after that dumb-ass Carter."

"Will she be okay-?"

"Don't worry Gun, she'll be fine-" Their voices faded away as darkness consumed me.

I woke up with a blank mind. I groaned, sitting up with ice pack melted on my stomach. I was still in the couch with a blanket I hadn't took. I sighed, rubbing my temple to make the pain go away. I looked to my left and saw a mug with a note.

I picked up the note and read it.

'This'll help to make the pain go away x Liv and Gun'

I smiled, taking the mug in my hands. I was still in my outfit from yesterday.

Yesterday. Shit. Roberto visited. I had an appointment with Clarkson. He wanted my love. I was touched intimately for the first time. I chugged on Livy's beer. Finally sleeping after all that.

I sighed, remembering all of these. I tried shoving it away from my thoughts, but it was impossible to not remember what had happened. It was too much. It's the first time I have let a guy touch me.

You liked it.

Shut up.

You liked it because you like him.

I groaned when a sudden wave of pain came to my head. I drank the mug and quickly spat it out.

"The hell." I coughed out. This was horrible!

But then it hit me.

Gunter and Livy were never good with coffee. I groaned again.

You bet Justin can make anything delicious for you.

Like I said, fuck you subconscious.

* * * * *

I felt drowsy when I came home with my Raptor. As soon as I had hit my head with the pillow, I fell asleep again.

I woke up with my head relaxed and my phone ringing. I squinted my eyes to adjust my blurry vision. The clock at my bedside read 09.10 PM. It was already night.

I searched for my ringing phone and picked it up. "Hart." I sleepily said.

"Elizabeth." I blinked my eyes and sat up, "Justin? How did you get this number?" Why ask? He tracked your phone remember? Oh, right.

"Elizabeth." I noticed his tone. It was dark, cold, and a glint of worry. "Elizabeth. I have been fucking calling you for many times. Where the fuck at you?"

"Justin." I snapped, "Can you not? I'm not feeling a little well. I'm not apologizing for what I did - I don't need to do that, I'm perfectly capable of picking up my phone. But right now? I'm literally not in the mood."

Silence. "Where are you Elizabeth," It wasn't even a question. "I can't find you in New York, did you leave?" This time, he asked.

I pursed my lip, "No, I'm still...somewhere in New York."

He sighed, "I hope you're safe Eliza, please be safe. I'm going to fly out to Russia for three days, I'll have my men calculating you."

I widen my eyes, "Whoa what?"

"No arguments Eliza, I'll call you as soon as I land." He then hung up.

What the fuck? He's acting like we're like we're married or something! He has no right!

Furious, I went to call him again, only to notice messages and missed calls.

46 missed calls and 61 messages from an unknown number.

I stared at the screen with a blank face. Wow, I have never met someone so desperate - but only mysteriously.

Why is he being like this? He's so frustrating; I don't even know him that much!

I couldn't understand what he said yesterday. He wanted me? Does that mean he liked me?

I can't believe I got into both mess. His mafia. And heart. Trust me, falling in-love is far from my bucket-list.

I just knew he's searching information about me. I just hope Fredrick's right when he said he had made sure I stay as Elizabeth Hart.

I thought of my conversation with Justin on the phone earlier.

Eliza. He called me Eliza. Another nickname.

It would've been better if he calls you with your real name.

I shut my eyes close, gritting my teeth. That would be wrong. If I can't have the guts to tell my best friends whom I trust the most, then I certainly don't have the guts to tell Justin Clarkson himself.

My thoughts were cut short when my earphone rang. I picked it up.

"Hart."

"Hey Gene, it's Fred. I just found something."

I got out of bed, turning on the lights and sitting on my desk. "What is it?"

"Someone trying to hack in your file...like Elizabeth Hart's file." Justin.

"I am aware. What I am wary about right now is that did they find anything?"

"Uh no..." he paused, "wait..."

I narrowed my eyes. "What do you mean 'wait'? I need a little-"

"Wait for a moment Gene, I think...I think I made a mistake."

I huffed, "What kind of mistake?"

"Someone hacked in, just now."