𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, pedri

❝ 'cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do. i can't even say it with a straight face! ❞
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Isabel calls me as I drive back home and I answer. "Hello?"

She skips the hello and immediately starts commanding. "Look at what I sent you. Now." She has me worried as I unlock my phone, careful of the road.

I open our chats and see a picture loading. I wait a couple of seconds until it opens.It turns out to be a video and not an image.

I frown as I grab my phone out of the holder and into my own hands to take a closer look.

And, out of the blue, I find two girls arguing. One being Olive and the other being Laya.

What.
The.
Fuck.

I literally pull over, suddenly and abruptly, no warning, which causes the car behind me to honk. Stopping the car, I repeat the video and increase the volume to hear what is happening.

It's pretty blurry and the sound isn't clear but I can still understand most of it.

"You got a problem?" I recognize Olive's voice.

"Rude much?" Laya answers back. What the fuck is this!? They seem on set. Olive's set. Where she models. Did Laya actually go over there!?

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings, little angel? Well go fuck yourself, I could not care less." I blurt out a loud snort as I hear this. That's the Olive I know.

The video then suddenly ends when the person discretely capturing, lets their phone fall to the ground.

Apart from the fact that Olive clearly knew how to handle the situation, I'm infuriated. It's one thing for her to pick a fight with me.

But for her to actually follow Liv to her work place and annoy her is a completely other thing. If I was going to let her go for last time, I most definitely am not now.

No one fucking messes up with the woman I love and doesn't expect any consequences. I'm sending that goddamn woman back to the US, shutting her up once and for all.

"Still with me, bro?" I completely forgot Isa's with me on the other end of the line honestly.

"Yep." I answer, trying not to sound infuriated. There's only so much I can handle from one person.

"Please tell me that wasn't the girl that... You know which girl." She tries to find the right label for it but gives up, knowing I'd get it.

I gulp. "Unfortunately, it is." I inform her.

"Oh my God!" I can feel her rolling her eyes through the phone. "That woman is crazy!" She expresses the obvious.

"And she's about to regret ever living, thanks for the vid Isa, I've got somethings to take care of." I hang up as I search for another name on my phone.

When I find him, I press the call button. After making me wait a couple long seconds, he answers. "Pedri González. How can I help you, my man?"

Fortunately, being a famous footballer for Fc Barcelona does get you some privileges.

This is Leo Hernández. An ex private investigator who's the best of the country. Ferran had a couple of stalkers about two years ago, threatening to kill him after he missed a penalty.

And my friend Leo here, instantly found the two wholesome guys, under two hours after the police failed so in a week.

"I need you to get me the location of a woman named Laya Benett at this exact moment." I instruct.