Dollface

Part 62

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Nothing but the restlessness of my body woke me up the next morning. I sit up and barely have time to ask where the strong arms that held me have disappeared to when a soft knock is heard on the door.

I pull myself out of the covers, dragging my feet along the floor in my lethargic state and stroll across the room.

S: Hey, are you awake yet?

Simon asks quietly from the other side of the door. As I opened the door, I was met with the sight of a very pissed off looking Simon. He looks down at my bare legs for a moment before walking past me into the room and putting a gun in the back pocket of his jeans, as always, he was dressed all in black.

I: What's going on?
S: Your father just killed three of our boys for making sexual jokes about you.

Simon informs me, folding his arms.

I: W-what? This is scary-
S: I encouraged him.
I: -able...

I mutter quietly, growing more and more worried as Simom clenches his jaw.

I: You didn't tell my dad, did you?
S: No...but I should have. Lying to your dad is going to get us into so much shit, you know that?

My head drops, my eyes wandering to my feet as I slowly nod. Simon sighs in stress and walks over to the dresser and searches through it.

I: How's the plan going?
S: At this point, I highly doubt we even need one. It seems too easy, it's in an obvious place, and no one's been after you so far. Seems like he wants us to find it.

I walk up to him, standing by his side to get a glimpse of his face as he speaks,

I: Where is he?
S: Tokyo, that's where he usually goes when he wants to hide.

He explains briefly and I frown in confusion.

I: You think that's it? He wants you to find him? Then what?

He shrugs.

S: Probably one of his tricks. I don't know what's going on anymore.
I: It doesn't make sense, why would he make it so easy for you to find him?
S: That's nothing to worry about. Listen, I have plans of my own. I helped your father get what he wants and now I have to choose what I want.

That doesn't sound good. I watch him carefully as he continues to search through the drawers.

I: What plans of his own?
S: Adam isn't stupid, Isabell. Neither is your father, but he can't keep up. Adam was already too many steps ahead.

My eyes meet his as I process his words. Our gaze is more intense the longer we stand in silence.

I: How many steps?
S: More than you know. More than I know.

He croaks and I purse my lips.

I: Yeah? What are you going to do?
S: I don't know why you insist. There's no way in. Damn it, you're coming with me.
I: Just tell me.

I plead, putting myself between him and the dresser. My arms wrap around his neck as I pull him closer, knowing it wouldn't break him. But it's worth a try, his dark brown eyes scanning me slowly before he lets out a sigh.

S: I don't have one yet, though I know I'm not following your father's demands. I need to find out information myself.
I: Let me help you. At least with the info. Who else knows the codes to my father's office safe?

I watch his plump pink lips curve into a very faint grin.

S: Do you know the codes?
I: I know codes for a lot of things.

I tell him, leaning up on my toes to bring my face closer to his.

I: So what first?

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His warm breath blows against my shoulder, causing unabashed goosebumps to rise across my skin. I furrow my brows in concentration and continue to jot down the numbers and letters that have been hiding in the back of my mind for so many years.