Shadows of enmity

PART 11

I sat down with my waffles when Mohammed walked in, all cool-like. he was wearing boyfriend jeans and a plain white tee.

"Get dressed," he says as he closes the fridge 

I smirk, taking another bite. "Why"?

He grins, grabbing a plate. "Nah, just sayin', we got stuff to do."

I raise an eyebrow. "Stuff?"

"Yeah, like we're practically outta everything," he says, loading up his plate. "Have to go to the store, stock up on stuff"

I nod, finishing my waffle. "Yeah makes sense cool I will when I'm done."

expression shifts, his eyes flicking to the screen as he reads the message. There's a tense pause before he looks up, a mixture of frustration and concern etched on his features.

"uh" he mutters under his breath, his brow furrowing slightly. "It's about the car."

I lean in, my curiosity piqued. "What?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "They found it. But it's not looking good''

I frown, sympathy washing over me. 

Mohammed shakes his head, his jaw clenched. "Not yet. But we gotta go check it out."

 i nod while finishing the last bite of my waffle, then hurry upstairs. What did they find out about the car? Did they know it was near Diego's house? Would they question him? Why would they? I put on my bootcut jeans, t-shirt, and casual black puffer jacket.

But when I went downstairs I saw Mohammed  hovering over his phone 

''I'm gonna call Octavian to see if we can borrow his Lamborghini'' 

''A Lamborghini''? I questioned 

''yeah what'' he says 

''where did HE get the money he doesn't seem like the type of guy to own a Lamborghini'' i responded

''you'd be surprised'' he says coldly whilst typing Octavian's number into his phone. His expression was unreadable, and the atmosphere felt tense.

honestly, it's probably because I crashed the car...

''Mohammed-''

''Yo Octavian...''

 he cut me off, already speaking into the phone. Maybe if I didn't visit Diego this wouldn't have happened..Ok but of all people Octavian he knows how I feel about Octavian. Octavian wouldn't even know dignity if it slapped him in the face. sometimes I wonder why Mohammed chooses to associate himself with such losers. From Ahmed to Teim ugh the list is neverending.

 I watched as Mohammed's conversation with Octavian dragged on, each passing second amplifying my irritation. I could just sense the arrogance oozing out of the phone from Octavian's pompous energy. ugh...

I let out an Exaggerated eye roll 

Mohammed finally hung up the phone. "So Octavian is gonna take us," he said

''my voice tinged with a sense of sarcasm'Wow! amazing I can't wait to ride with Octavian and hear his mouth all day''

Mohammed's eyes became soft and a smirk appeared on his face as he said ''Dont be like that''

''Ok? But like I crashed a car what he gonna do laugh at me I'm not going to be made fun of by your stupid friends''

Mohammed shrugs and slumps down onto the chair. completely ignoring the agitation in my voice.

''How long is he gonna take''?

Mohammed says nonchalantly ''Not longer than 10 minutes to be honest he was just around the corner when I called'' 

I groan in annoyance. I didn't wanna go before this anyway. I wanted to stay at home and lounge in my bed I am fucking injured..hello?

Whilst i was lost in my thoughts. there was a Loud beep from outside and drill music being blasted so loud it felt as if my whole house was vibrating with noise. 

Mohammed Looked at me and smirked slyly ''told you'' 

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but feel a bit chafed that he still had that charm grasped within him. After all that's what made me go crazy for him in the first place.

I put on my shoes and then I was out the door...