COMMITMENT: BWWM ✔️ Book One (Completed)

Commitment: Nia

C H A P T E R 20

Fuck me? Fuck. Me!? Okay bitch.

I didn't bother to stay to hear what Xander had to say to Apollo because I was to pissed to care. He has the nerve to talk to me as if I'm some kind of child. It's not my fault I couldn't recognize Sanders, I didnt even know what he looked like.

To be fair though, he was pretty cute which is the only reason why I let him talk to me and flirt for so long. He did call me beautiful but kept making weird comments about how good I would make a wife to someone. Now I know what he was talking about.  Creep.

I was scared of him or anything he just rubbed me the wrong way. Stupid me.

At least I got to see Apollo so angry and jealous to see me talking to another man rather it's the enemy or not. Now he sees how I feel.

I went into the nearest bathroom to clear my head throwing cold water on my face to clear my head not caring if it messes up my makeup or not. I was tired of this party already and I was ready to go home.

I don't know what's up with Apollo and his switch moods but I'm not dealing with it no more, I'm done. For real this time.

I was cut off from my thoughts by a loud gunshot and screaming. I jumped and scrabbled around the bathroom to find somewhere to hide. I'm aware that I have the skills to take care of myself and maybe get out of this alive but right now my fight or flight kicked in and I chose flight. I was alone in here and if someone was to come in here or a few people, I would be totally fucked.

I crouched on the toilet clutching the small pocket knife I had took with me thankful for my recent paranoia. I tried to stay silent as I flinched every time I heard a gun shot or scream in agony. It sounds like chaos out there and I was to frozen in my spot to try and help them. Oh fuck, Amina! She's still out there! Amina doesn't know how to throw a knife let alone survive a gun fight! I need to go help her.

"I swear to god if Xander lets one piece of hair get touched on my friend head I will murder him myself." I mumbled as I hesitantly got off the toilet. Breathing in deeply I worked up the courage to open the bathroom door ready to fight when a tall frame blocks my path. "Who the fuck-"

I'm stopped mid sentence when this said man tried to grab my wrist and pull me out the bathroom. "What the fuck are you doing!" I spat as I try to fight out of his harsh grip. "Let me go you bitch!"

"Stop fighting me before it gets worse." The voice growls under his mask as he forces me under his arm to keep me still.

"Fuck you!" I say, adjusting my knife so that I can I get a stab in his thigh. He howls in pain as I push the weapon deeper into his skin and twisting it for good measures. His arm loosens around me to grab his leg and I smiled in victory.

However, my triumph was short lived when I was suddenly falling face first on the ground, hitting my nose in the process and my knife fell beside me with a small thudding noise. "Fuck!" I screamed, I turned around to see the man now standing up and walking towards me with a limp. He had tripped me.

His eyes glowed dark in anger and he was seething as he grad me by my hair and forces me up. "Get up."

I fought and screamed until he'd had enough and pulled a gun out of his back pocket and held it to my chest. "Shut the fuck up or boss will have a dead wife."

Dead wife?

"What the fuck are you talking about!? Let me go!" I pleaded as I wiggled in his arms. He held me tighter and pressed the gun deeper into my head and I whimpered. "Please let me go, I'll give you whatever you want."