*****UNEDITED*****
We must not trust them or believe they're on our side because they have other intentions. Master Cross's words echoed in my head.
Don't let him manipulate you, I told myself.
"Why should I believe what you're saying is true?" I reply. "Why shouldn't I believe someone that raised me for 19 years?"
Harry sighs. "It's fine if you don't want to believe me now, but the day you realize what I said is right, I hope you're not too late."
"I don't care, just let my brother go, please," I whisper the last word.
"Actually," he smirks. "I will let both of you go, but I would like you to look into the files."
I looked at him confused. "Why would you want me to look at your information?"
"Because I know you'll come back to me and be on my side after you see it."
I kept on my confused expression. "But what if we don't have the flash drive anymore?"
He shrugs. "Then that's your lost, but I'm sure your brother is smart enough to save it because he knows might need it to save you."
"You're suppose to be my enemy, I just came here today and wrecked your home. Why are you acting like this?" I finally ask.
"Maybe I want to make a few friends instead," he shrugs. "Or maybe something more," he winks.
I feel the blood raising to my cheeks, looking away so he doesn't see my reaction. "Don't be ridiculous."
He chuckles. "I think you're suppose to be at work right now, because your friend, uhhh, Melanie, have been texting you non-stop for the last few hours," he said as he pulls out my white iPhone 6 from his pocket. "It was very annoying."
I roll my eyes and took my phone. "Ugh, that's right, what time is it?"
"It's 3:46," he answers.
I sigh. "Well crap, I'm four hours late," I mutter.
He shrugs and runs his hand through his hair. "If you were wondering, I already disposed your clothes because it was covered with blood and bullet holes, but I can quickly get you something to change into," he offers.
"Okay, that would be nice, thanks."
He left the room and return within a few seconds, holding onto a pile of neatly folded clothing. "Here you go."
I nod and quietly thank him again as he left the room and allow me to change.
I look at what he gave me before putting it on. It was a black cotton v-neck, a black skirt with ruffles and a pair of Toms.
Damn, he sure have nice style though.
I slowly pull off the shirt I woke up in, trying not to touch my wound. The clothes he gave me were very easy to pull on because they were stretchy and I don't have to bend my arms and legs as much. I mentally thank him for the skirt because it would be a pain to pull up skinny jeans. I quickly slip on the shoes and walked to the door, wondering who these clothes belong to.
"They look nice on you," he said once I walked out.
"Thanks."
"Put this on, so you don't get cold," he said, holding up a leather jacket.
"T-thanks," I mumble, slowing pulling it on my left arm first.
"Here, let me help you," he said, quickly sliding on the other sleeve.
"Umm, where's my brother?" I quickly ask, avoiding his eyes.
"Downstairs, follow me."
I trail behind him to the elevators to the first floor. He unlock the door and Aiden came busting out with his foot up, looking like he was about to kick the door.
He charges at Harry, with his fist ready to attack. "Aiden, stop!" I shout, but it was too late.
Aiden's fist connects with Harry's jaw. "What the fück!" He jolts back, clutching onto his face.
"You little shït-" Harry charges in.
"Please, stop!" I shout again, coming in between them this time.
Harry stops when his fist was about 1 inch close to my face. He groans and glares at Aiden.
"Just go, and remember what I said, Audrey."
I nod. "Let's go."
I glance back once more before leaving the mansion with Aiden holding me up.
