DANGEROUS

Chapter 25

Genevieve

Later that night, Wes confirmed the loss of a family member. He felt no remorse at all, but it was still sad for us - oh the irony.

Jonathan Stone died at the hands of Justin Clarkson, and now the Mafia King finally earned his crowed, but on whose behalf? Oh yes, Justin's father.

Fred called, assuring me that he finally erased his existence from the Mafia; he was now a free man. I was happy for him.

Weston left New York to attend on other business, hoping he could find a lead to what the Chinese Mafia was up to now. Apparently, Justin planned that one; at least that's what Weston said.

Justin. Where do I start with him?

He was all over the news; there were pictures of him and this woman he was with from three nights ago.

The new 'toy'...

Mm, so he's a playboy huh?

Totally didn't expect that.

A day after my father's death, which is today, a woman came up at me when I was ordering from Starbucks. Other than the fact that she was being rude to me, I ignored her.

But one name came out of her mouth, which made me freeze in my spot.

"...Christine."

Remember that night at the party in the Museum? Hans mentioned about Justin's past girlfriend, Christine Striking. And here she is.

"What do you want?" I asked coolly, grabbing my order from the take-out counter and checked if they were complete. I frowned when there was no Chocolate Muffins.

"Can you listen to me for just a minute?"

"Uh huh, yeah okay. Wait for a minute," I approached the cashier and dropped my bag, "hi, where's my muffin? I ordered a muffin."

"Sorry miss, we ran out."

I narrowed my eyes, "No you didn't, there's still one here." I pointed at the glass container.

She stared, bored at me. "That's hazelnut, ma'am."

"No, it says Chocolate Muffin."

"Sorry ma'am, the names must've been mixed up."

"Can I just get the hazelnut then? It's only fair, I paid for the chocolate one."

"That's 15 cents missing." I paid the cashier and grabbed the muffin in my hands and finally walked off.

"Hey! I'm not done with you yet!"

I turned around and raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you're still here."

"Don't play with me bitch," she hissed, "I can snap you in half."

"And I can tear you from limb to limb, now leave me the fuck alone."

Before I could take another step away from her, she blocked my way. "I'm not here to fight."

I glared at her; this gave me a moment to fully check her appearance. The familiar brunette locks lay on her shoulders, I stared at them in familiarity.

This was Justin's supposed new 'toy'.

"Fine, what do you want?"

She sighed and stood there for a moment, and then she pulled out her purse. I see her bring out a check; I stared at her expectantly.

"A hundred and twenty-four thousand, I'll give you this if you stay away from Justin."

I pursed my lips and decided to tease her; I took a small bite off of my muffin. "I have plenty of money hon, I don't need another to burst my bank account."

"Just fucking take this and leave Justin alone!"

"Mm," I hummed, "I thought you weren't here to fight?"

"Look, I know you Elizabeth Hart. You're Justin's so called property, I've heard a lot about you, and I can ruin your life with just a snap of my fingers."

I narrowed my eyes, property?

"It'll be best if you take this money and leave us alone, for good. By this, I can help you in many ways."

I thought about it, thinking of the safe spots I can ignore Justin and have him out of my way for good. Shrugging my shoulders, I decided to take the latter. "Sure, I'll leave you guys alone. Bye then."

I turned and walked away to another direction, clicking my car keys as I opened my Jeep Flow. "Hey! What about the money?" She yelled behind me, waving the paper.

"Give it to someone who needs it." I turned my baby on and drove off.

Sips tea.


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A loud bang, that's what woke me up in the middle of the fucking night. I stared at the clock beside me and saw that it was only 01:07 AM in the morning; I groaned at the disturbance.

Who the hell goes hunting in the middle of a non-hunting season at 01:07 fucking AM?

Fuck these assholes.

Kicking the comforter off of me, I growled and got up from the bed. Yeah, I am not a morning person.

I made my way towards the PCs and clicked on the mouse; I went through the camera footages and saw figures running around with flashlights. I hear gunshots from above, and then I guessed that they were carrying guns.

What are these guys doing here?

Then suddenly, one person caught my eyes. He was leaning at a broken down car, which was located near my gates. Biting my lip in curiosity, I see him get up and started limping - I realized he was injured.

"Goddammit Clarkson."

I went to grab my coat and prepared the first-aid kit on the living room, running towards my weaponries, I grabbed my gun.

Accessing the security, I pressed on the red button. The gates opened, I hopped on my Kawasaki Ninja and wore my black helmet.

Then I took off.