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If its red kill him dead

Felix

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything as we drove down to the local summer market. It was rare for my dad to be free from work, and today, for once, his schedule had a gap. Luke and Dametri were off for the

weekend, so it was just the four of us: my parents, Lila, and me.
Lila sat in the back, quietly gazing out the window. Her mood had lightened considerably in the past week. I'd noticed how she clung to these small pockets of normalcy, whether it was having breakfast with my mom or joining her for a run. The sun seemed to breathe life into her, making her look less like the ghost of herself that she'd become.

I pulled up to the market, parking the car alongside a row of other luxury vehicles. The air was warm, filled with the chatter of people, the scent of fresh produce, and the distant sound of music drifting from some street performer.

My mom took Lila's hand and smiled at her. "We'll go pick out some ingredients for dinner," she said, leading her toward the vendors.

Lila gave me a small glance over her shoulder before disappearing into the crowd with my mother. The two of them looked at ease, as if the weight of everything had been left behind at the house. I tried not to think about it too much, but there was no denying that Lila
was starting to fit in.

It was unsettling.
Dad and I walked in the opposite direction, past a line of stalls selling everything from trinkets to fresh seafood. The bustling atmosphere was at odds with the tension I felt growing in my chest.
"Any news?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

His face tightened, eyes scanning the
market. "The team dug up some more dirt on Lila's father. He's still in trouble with the wrong people."

Of course, he was. That bastard couldn't even leave his own daughter in peace. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep the anger at bay. "What kind of trouble?"
"He's crossed paths with people even I'd rather not deal with. Debt. Betrayals. Sex trafficking You name it." His gaze flickered briefly toward the direction Lila had gone, as if checking to see if she was within earshot. "We need to be careful. If they can't get to him, they'll go through her."

I tensed, my mind racing through possibilities, but I stayed silent. It had always been like this—Lila at the center of something bigger, something darker, that she never asked for. And now, she was tied to me, to my family. Whether I liked it or not, she was part of the mess.
Dad and I continued walking, the conversation lingering in the air like a heavy fog. Then, I glanced over and caught a glimpse of the girls—my mom and Lila—moving between the stalls. Both of them were laughing, Lila's bright summer dress swaying as she spun to examine some fresh vegetables. She looked lighter, almost happy. The sun hit her just right, making her look like she belonged in this picture-perfect moment, far removed from the reality that was waiting to crash down on her.
"You're staring." My dad's voice cut through my thoughts.

I turned to face him, shrugging. "Just making sure everything's fine."
"You sure it's not something else?"
His question held weight, but I refused to give him a reaction. I wasn't ready to acknowledge whatever was building between Lila and me, and I sure as hell wasn't going to talk about it with him.
Before I could respond, his expression darkened. His eyes zeroed in on something—or someone—just beyond us. "We need to move," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I followed his line of sight and spotted a man lurking near the edge of the market, his eyes scanning the crowd like he was searching for something—or someone.
"Go get them," Dad ordered, nodding toward where Lila and my mom were standing.

I didn't waste a second. Moving quickly, I navigated through the crowd and reached the girls just as my mom was paying for some fresh bread. Lila looked at me, confusion etched into her features as I grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the stall.

"What's going on?" she asked, but I ignored her, my eyes locked on the car as I led both of them toward it.
"Get in," I said, letting Lila into the back seat before my mom followed.
Dad and I exchanged a look, and I knew he was going to confront the guy.

I slammed the door shut and turned back to where the man was standing. Dad was already there, towering over him, his face a mask of cold fury. I approached slowly, staying back as I listened in on the conversation.

"I'm here to send a message," the guy said, his voice shaky despite the front he was trying to put on.
"A message from who?" Dad asked, though I had a feeling he already knew.
"Her father's enemies. He's pissed off the wrong people, and if he doesn't pay up, we'll come for what's his."

My blood boiled, but I kept my cool. I'd heard this story before, and it always ended the same way—more chaos, more threats, more danger.
"You're done here," Dad said, his voice dripping with menace. "Go back to whoever sent you and tell them they've got one last chance to make this right. If they touch my family again, they'll be dealing with me."
The guy swallowed hard, nodded, and took off, disappearing into the crowd like the coward he was.

I stood there for a moment, letting the tension seep out of my body. It wasn't over—not by a long shot—but at least we had some time. For now.

When I got back to the car, Lila was sitting in the backseat, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and frustration.
"What the hell is going on, Felix?" she demanded.
I glanced at my dad before getting in the driver's seat. "Not here," I said, my tone clipped. "I'll explain everything when we get back."

But I knew she wouldn't let this go. Lila wasn't the type to sit back and let things happen around her. And that terrified me, because no matter how much I wanted to protect her, there were things even I couldn't control.

As I drove away from the market, the only thing I could think about was how much worse things could get—and how much more danger we were all in.
I didn't know how long I could keep her safe, or if she'd even want me to, after she learned the truth.

A/n I am most definitely not recovering from the ending of outerbanks. He's all alone in the middle of no where I'm so sad why Rude boy why?

Rafe will be a hot uncle tho.

Anyways follow and vote goal to get to 1k but the end of this week

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