She is Not Who You Thought She Was

Chapter 87/Fucking Scary

"Rockwell, are you going out?" Wenna caught us exiting his bedroom.

"No." Rock gazed at me before replying. "I'm staying in." I turned away from him quickly. He needs to stop looking at me that way.

"Great, I need your help with something." Mrs. Chase stopped and looked me up and down. "And Scarlett, you should come too."

"Oh, I-"

"The caterers completely bailed for the football game tonight!" She started walking down the hall her heels clicking as she looked at something on her phone. We started following her without another choice. "Joquín has been cooking all day. However, I still need someone to transport it to the school. I would have Flora help, but you know she's getting ready to cheer tonight." We get downstairs and follow her towards the kitchen. "So I am praying you two can help out with that. You can load up Rockwell's car and take it to the school." She turned around right before we entered the kitchen. I almost slammed right into her, but Rock put his arm in front of me stopping me from crashing right into her and stepping on her Valentino pointed heels. She seemed not to notice and interlaced her fingers in prayer hands. "So...Can I count on you?" She asked her green eyes filled with hope.

"Of course mom." Rock smiled the most endearing smile I've ever seen on his face. "Scarlett and I will help."

"Oh thank you so much you two." She kissed Rock's cheek then mine. I was a bit stunned by the gesture, but couldn't help the surprised smile growing on my face. Rock glanced at me with a smile that was holding in laughter and I gave him a playful eye roll.

How is this woman related to Mabel? They look exactly alike, but act...the same to the bare eye, but what about behind closed doors? Could Wenna be the same? Is she also sleeping with her sister's husband?

"Oh no. Scarlett I didn't ask! How rude of me," Wenna's eyes changed to worry, "you didn't have plans did you?"

"Not at all, Mrs. Chase. I'm happy to help." I nodded with a obliging look.

"You are the most profound person I've ever met peach." My eyes widened. Peach? I felt Rock watching my expressions.

"Come on Mom." He urged her to continue into the kitchen.

"Oh right." She pushed the swinging door open and revealed a gourmet kitchen with the counters covered with platters covered in tinfoil. "Joquín how'd we do?" She asked him and he wiped his hands on a rag then threw it back on his shoulder.

"Excelente Mrs. Chase. Finished your asked amount."

"Oh Joquín I had no idea what I'd do without you." She hugged him lightly.

"Anything for you Mrs. Chase." He nodded respectfully.

"Okay let us load up my car and you two can take the rest in Rockwell's car." Wenna ordered and we accepted.

After loading up Wenna's SUV there were only a few more platters that were able to fit in the trunk of Rock's car. Wenna left without us and said she needed to make sure everything else was in order because the last thing she needed was another catastrophe.

"Was this the last one?" I asked Rock as I carefully set it in his trunk.

"Oh, I'm not sure let's check." Rock said and I followed him back inside.

"No cero pero podría ser ella. Nunca conocí-"

"Joquín." Rock said his name venom dripping.

"¿Qué?" Joquín pulled the phone away from his ear slowly the screen lit up and the name 'Jefe' was displayed.

My eyes widened and all the air from my lungs escaped.

A Velvet works for the Chase family.

Rock flashes across my sight of vision and pushes Joquin against the counter his back bending in a hurtful way. He holds him down with his left forearm and grabs the phone from Joquín's hand with his right and ends the call. Rock pushes him to the ground roughly and then chucks the phone with maximum strength at the cabinets behind Joquín. The phone is severely damaged and is without a doubt done for good. Joquín backs away cowering like a little girl as Rock takes a step towards him.

"I was just doing as I was told." Joquín defends himself before Rock speaks if he was going to at all. His actions were terrifying enough.

Why is Joquín defending his own actions?

What is happening?

"I knew about your involvement pendejo, but I didn't think you would become a little snitch." Rock growled.

"Look he was just asking me who she was." Joquín gestured to me and I shook while my eyes enlarged. I looked in between him and Rock without blinking.

"Don't you even fucking look at her." Rock snapped and kicked him where no man wanted to be kicked. "If Jefe wants to know what I'm up to he can ask me himself." Rock spoke clearer than day. "He doesn't need to send a pequeño puta to do his espionaje."

"Jefe is our boss-"

"This girl has nothing to do with Jefe or me." It felt like lightning just struck me through the chest. Nothing? Rock bent down to Joquín's cowarding level. "She is just a girl." Another crack in my heart. Rock lifted him by his collar and brought him up close to his face. "Or do I need to remind you of the number one rule of being a Velvet."

"No sir." It wasn't a question, but he still answered him. "I'll let Jefe know-"

"No." Rock cut him off, dropped Joquín, and he fell to the floor with a thud. Rock stepped away and his eyes were coated in black...a color I had never seen. "I'll talk to Jefe. Just never contact him about me or this girl again. No matter what he orders."  Rock stepped towards Joquín, "Jefe is the boss, but I am also his right hand...which means I can also order around Velvets like you. If you don't want me to tell Jefe about certain things...you'll do as I say." Joquín didn't answer Rock only swallowed thickly and nodded with terror written all over his face.

Rock walked past me and out into the garage. I stared at Joquín who stayed lying on the ground breathing heavily.

Why was Jose asking about me? Why is Rock protecting me? And what would Rock do if he knew about the run-ins I've had with Jefe at Ebony?

I ran after Rock as he was already opening his car door.

"Wait."

"Go home."

"But-"

"Scarlett," He said my name sternly and looked up at me with dark eyes, "Go. Home." He got in his black Camero and shut the door. He didn't slam it, but he shut it.

Why should I go home? He has some explaining to do. He is just going to leave me here after what just happened. Jefe had been asking about me I want to know why and...Rock...he was fucking scary and he just wants me to let it go and 'go home'.

"No." I got in the passenger seat after his car started.

"What are you doing Scarlett?" He sighed with anger. He looked over at me and his dark eyes piercing mine who have also become dark with seriousness. "Go home."

"No." I stated clearly. He pursed his lips and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Scarlett..." He warned me.

"Drive asshat."

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