Mafia boss; Chasing the ice princess.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

Chloe sighed in exasperation as she called Bree for the fifth time. "What the hell? Why is she ignoring my calls? I need those files. She is probably hungover right now." Chloe muttered.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Just as she was about to walk away, she suddenly remembered something.

"Gosh dammit Chloe. How could you even forget?" Chloe said before thrusting her hand into the bag which had been hanging limply from her shoulder. She searched through it for a while before her hand finally found what she was looking for. Spare keys to Bree's apartment.

Some days after Bree started working in Chloe's company, Bree gave Chloe a spare key to her house. Her reason was In case I don't show up to work.

Chloe removed the key from her bag and inserted it into the key hole. She grinned as the door clicked open.

She pushed the door open and looked around. "Bree.. why the hell have you not been answering my calls?" Chloe said as her eyes fell in Bree's room door.

Just as she was walking towards the door, she heard Bree and some one else scream. Chloe widened her eyes and ran up to the door. She immediately started banging on the door.

"Bree... Bree, can you hear me? Are you okay? Open up please." Chloe yelled frantically as she consistently banged the door. Suddenly she heard Bree's voice. "Em.. hold on please. Give me a minute." Bree said and Chloe sighed in relief.

Chloe deduced from Bree's voice that she (Bree) was okay so she decided to lie down for a while. Chloe sighed in satisfaction as she lay down.

"I mean, I did stand outside her house for ten minutes. So she can't complain." Chloe said as she rubbed her high heels laced feet on Bree's couch.

After about five minutes, the door opened and Bree walked out wearing the same clothes she wore to the club. "Chl.. I mean, Miss Anderson what are you doing here? This early?" Bree said giving a strained smile.

Chloe glanced up at Bree before scoffing and closing her eyes. "Early? Do you even know what time it is? If today wasn't a weekend then you would be late." Chloe said her eyes still closed. Bree nodded and cleared her throat.

"Right. Let me rephrase my question. What are you doing here on a weekend?" Bree asked and Chloe sighed. "Ughhhhh.. I came here for some files. But now I think I just want to sleep." Chloe said.

Bree widened her eyes. "Sleep? Here? In my house? On my couch?" Bree rushed out and Chloe nodded. "Actually, on second thought, maybe not." Chloe said and Bree sighed in relief as Chloe stood up from the couch and stretched.

Bree immediately started walking towards the apartment door to lead Chloe out. But when she turned around, Chloe was a few steps away from her room. "Um Chloe? Aren't you leaving?" Bree asked and Chloe tilted her head.

"I will. . once I figure out why you want me to leave and who you are hiding in your room." Chloe said and Bree gulped. "W-who? I mean what a-are you talking a-a-about?" Bree said and Chloe shook her head.

"I am not dumb. Why would you be so eager for me to leave your house? You of all people? And when you screamed the other time, I heard someone else scream. A man. So tell me what it is before I find out myself." Chloe said and Bree shook her head.

"It is nothing... Okay, it is something. But.. I swear, you don't need to worry. I will take care of it myself." Bree said and Chloe nodded. However, before Bree could sigh in relief, Chloe was already in front of Bree's room door and turning the knob.

Bree widened her eyes and yelled, "Nooooooo."

***
Five minutes later, Bree and Marcel Martinez were on a couch opposite Chloe with their heads bowed. "So.. let me get this straight. The both of you met at the club, got drunk together and somehow found yourself in bed. With Mr Martinez half naked and his hand wrapped around your waist. But you don't remember what led to that happening." Chloe said crossing her arms and legs. Bree and Marcel nodded solemnly.

Chloe shook her head. "What do you think happened?" Chloe asked and they both gulped. When they didn't say anything, Chloe clicked her tongue.

"The hell is wrong with the both of you? Are you children? Don't you know that before you conclude that you guys did 'something', you have to first look at all the clues. Bree, are you not still wearing the same thing you were wearing when you went to the club? Also, what about you Mr Martinez? Okay, so maybe you are shirtless.. aren't you still wearing pants?" Chloe scolded and Bree sighed in relief while Marcel just looked relieved.

"Right. It was foolish of us to conclude like that." Bree said and Marcel nodded. "Yes.. thanks for bringing us back to our senses. We just panicked." Marcel said and Chloe shook her head.

"Yeah whatever." Chloe said. Just as Marcel was about to suggest that he left, the door was pushed opened and Aiden came in with his gun pointed out.

"How dare you kidnap... Marcel? Chloe? The other Anderson? What the hell is going on?" Aiden asked scratching his head.

"We could ask you the same. What the hell are you doing?" Chloe said and Aiden quickly stowed his gun into his pocket.

Aiden turned to Marcel. "Why didn't you answer my calls? I thought Francis had kidnapped you so I tracked your phone." Aiden said and Marcel rolled his eyes. "Really? You think that old idiot would be able to kidnap me? Besides, even if he kidnapped me, don't you think he would destroy my phone so you won't be able to track me down." Marcel said.

Aiden nodded. Bree cleared her throat and everyone turned to her. "Okay... So nobody is going to say anything thing about how he called me 'the other Anderson'? Bree said raising her eyebrow.