Valor

Chapter 20

*I know this chapter is super short, but I'm publishing another chapter today which will be double the length of a normal chapter so it'll all work out. Honestly I wanna hear thoughts on characters....what's the vibes...who are you rooting for or what would u wanna see change...

The past week has passed in a blur. I handled a few jobs but for the most part I've locked myself in my room giving into my own pity party. I don't know why I feel like a heartbroken teenager, but maybe it's the fact that I have never let my heart hope for a different future until the Valor brothers and they turned out exactly how I feared.

It's odd to think that a few weeks ago I walked into their club giving them a heads up about some asshole that wanted Maverick dead.

When I told Casey about what Onyx had said she didn't seem surprised which only hurt more. I broke down after that. I told her everything and she sat there with a straight face until my sobs finally stopped.

"I know Maverick helped me out or whatever in the past, but they're assholes Lilah. You deserve so much better than them. I wish I had never asked you to help Maverick."

It helped a little bit that Casey was on my side. She said all the right things, but still, I couldn't get over what Onyx said. He and Maverick wanted nothing to do with me, and what's worse is that he thinks I seduced his brothers.

Did I?

I didn't make myself out to be a seductress, but perhaps that's exactly what I did. The first few days after Onyx dropped me off I got a few texts from Dame and Kai. I'm not sure how they got my number, but their texts were sweet. They asked how I was doing or what I was up to that day. I didn't respond; I was too scared after what Onyx said. Would he show up at my door and yell at me for keeping in contact after he told me not to? After a few days, the texts stopped and I realized that maybe they had really lost interest. I guess once they got the fuck out of their system they realized what I feared.

There is nothing special about me.

Finally, I decide it's time to put all of this shit behind me. I mean, who am I to feel bad for myself when those assholes are to blame. They want nothing to do with me. I offered my help and Maverick flat out refused. I am a trained killer, it is literally my job and he said no. He must really fucking hate me. Still, I want him. Bad. What does it say about me that I'm gunning over four brothers?

I throw on a pain of black skinny jeans and my favorite combat boots pairing it with a black T that hugs my torso. I throw my hair up in a ponytail and look at myself in the mirror. The all black fit is doing nothing to hide my feelings, but maybe it will keep people away from me today.

I grab my purse and head out the door, vowing on a grocery shop. That't simple enough, right?

As I walk down the street towards the grocery store, I try to keep my mind off of the brothers, but no matter how hard I try, my thoughts wander back to Kai's beautiful green eyes or Maverick's dark hair.It's fucked up and I wish I could slap myself in the face for being so obsessed.

I'm walking through the motions like a zombie. Picking up items as I stalk through the aisles. I don't like feeling like this, but I can't seem to shake it. They really got under my skin, and getting rid of them is turning out to be a lot harder than I expected.

Walking down the street my mind starts to wander to what could have been.

I think of laughing at dinner with Dame after he makes a ridiculous joke. I think of sitting in Maverick's office helping him out with paperwork and trying to avoid the sexual tension. I think of playing poker with Onyx and losing miserably simply because of his mask. I think of sleeping with Kai, wrapped in his strong embrace.

Could life have been so simple if they had accepted me?

The blare of a horn knocks me out of my thoughts and as I spin around to find the source of the noise, I'm met with a terrifying sight. A black tinted windowed car is gassing it, their trajectory aimed directly at me on the sidewalk. They slam on the breaks, skidding to a halt right in front of me, making me stumble a few steps back, dropping my bags of groceries. I seemed to have been direct by the car into an alley which is now decorated with boxes of cereal and loose strawberries.

This screams of danger, and honestly I'm shocked that whoever it is pulled something so risky in broad daylight, but nothing is ever as it seems in this city.

Before I have a chance to reach into my bag to grab my gun, I blinding pain shoots through my skull, and then it's all black.