Lucky

CHAPTER 17 : CHASE

A turtle....does she think I'm a fucking idiot. I watch her scurry out the door like her ass is on fire and shake my head. Grabbing a carrhart jacket of the back of a chair I leave a few minutes after clovers gone and follow suit. Checking my phone to see where she's gone I take a right out the building and follow the small dot on the screen that represents the little shit.

It takes about 15 minutes to reach the restaurant shes arrived at which to my total surprise - note the sarcasm - is not a turtle shop. I study her through the window in that tight little sundress that accentuates her gorgeous figure perfectly and watch as she takes a seat opposite the most annoying man I've ever seen in my life. He looks like someone that would cut in front of you in a que and make up some bullshit excuse about how he's in a hurry to get a funeral. He especially looks like he belongs on the other end of my gun...or knife. I smile to myself as I imagine gutting the stupid dick like the pig he is. Looking at my clover like she's his dinner. My dinner asshole.

I uncurl my fists that seem to have bunched up at my sides and take a deep breath. I don't care.
Mr dick face grins at clover as she gets up to use the restroom and I mirror his expression. Time to make him wet himself. I stride out from behind the wall I was lurking behind and enter the restaurant, glaring at the waiter when he tries to intercept me. He cowers behind his desk and continues on with some paper work as I come to a stop In front of the little asshole that thought it was okay to ask clover on a date.

He glances up at me and does a double take when he sees the size of me. I'm used to people being weary of me because of my size but it's always useful in situations of intimidation. Like now for instance.

"Can I help you" the weed asks in a trembly voice. Yes...yes you can.

"You've got 5 seconds to get up and leave" I smile at him sardonically and watch in pleasure as his eyes widen.

"Huh?" I watch as he perches himself on the edge of his seat, fucking pathetic.

"Run...you've only got 3 seconds left" I take a step towards him and stare on in amusement as he leaps out his seat like he's been jammed up the ass with a burning hot poker. What a dick.

I take a seat in the chair he was just sat in and wait for clover to reappear.

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Clover shivers slightly as we turn into my apartment building and I curse myself again for not bringing the car, but then again she hates being in the car and prefers to walk.

"Do you ever wonder-" she starts and I rub my temples with the hand that isn't holding hers

"-No" she glowers up at me and yanks her hand from my grasp. I think the fuck not. I take a handful of my jacket that I slung on her shoulders a few minutes into our walk and pull her to a stop. She looks behind at me confused as I snatch her hand back and enclose it in mine. I'm keeping her warm, that's all I'm doing. Just so she doesn't get a cold. A sick clover would drive me up the wall. A small smile graces her lips as we enter the elevator up to my pent house and fuck me if it doesn't just hit me in the chest.

I pictured that smile when I was beaten and broken and praying for anything that would distract from the agony I was in. When I was halfway to death and looking back on my life i saw clover. I thought of sunny days spent at the beach rubbing sun cream onto her back, rainy evenings sat next to her on the couch whilst we watched a movie together. I remembered the way she kissed me goodbye on the cheek and made me promise to come home, the way she brushed her fingers along my jaw and told me a million secrets with her eyes that we never dared to say out loud. In what I thought were my final moments I closed my eyes and dreamt of her. Always her god fucking dammit.