DANGEROUS

Chapter 28

Genevieve

The first thing I noticed about Weston today was that he keeps on asking about Livy.

He was back in town, and both of us decided that we discuss things involving the Chinese Mafia, the Russian Rebels (we decided to call them that), and my upcoming birthday.

Of course, this is where he started asking if Livy's coming, or if Livy's interested in bringing a date, or if Livy's hosting the party, or if Livy's feeling lonely. I decided to be that overprotective friend.

"Livy's had a rough childhood, she's a good friend with a brave heart. Don't think that just because you're all that handsome and stuff, doesn't mean she'll sleep with you. She...she barely forgot her past, please don't ruin her Wes." I softly said at the last part.

Weston stayed silent for a while, "Justin finally told you?"

"Yeah," I smiled sadly, "you don't know how similar we are Wes. The only difference is that I'm a girl, and you're a boy."

He chuckled lightly before ruffling my hair, "I love you little sis."

"Love you too bro."

"As much as I love the overprotective you, I need to know if Livy's had any past boyfriend-"

"Weston," I seriously said.

He laughed and raised his arms in surrender. "Alright! Back to the topic then!"

A hand slams on our table; we both look up at the intruder only to see Christine with five bulky men behind her. I glanced at Wes' furious face.

"What in the fucks are you doing here?" He spat.

Christine pursed her lips and flips her brunette hair, "I'd like to ask the same love."

Ew. What the fuck?

"Christine, besides annoying little old Wes here, why don't you run along with you big friends and leave us alone?" I feigned nicely.

"Shut the fuck up bitch, you went completely from hero to zero in our fucking deal. What happened to leaving my Justin alone?"

"As far as I know, I don't know what you're talking about." I snickered.

That literally bewitched her, "Get her and fucking lock her away!"

One of her men stepped forward but someone from behind him quickly pointed a gun at his lower hip. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

A guy, along with a bunch of other huge guys, stood behind Christine's men. They were all strapped in a black suit, making it look like they were from Men in Black.

"On behalf of Mr. Clarkson, you have to move away from his fiancé and leave her be."

"Fiancé?"

Uh oh, Christine doesn't look happy.

"You heard him love, leave her." Weston smugly said.

With an angry stomp, she walked away in fury with her men following close. "Who were those guys?" I asked beside Weston.

"Christine is a rich bitch, her father smuggles drugs - she's the spoiled one in the family."

"Figures."

The man who spoke earlier stepped forward and bowed, "Donna, we are glad to accompany you this afternoon. We'll keep on close watch, as of now Mr. Clarkson is informed of Striking's approach. Have a nice lunch."

"Thank you mister..."

"Luke, miss."

"Thank you Luke, you can join us if you want."

"I'm afraid I cannot, we mustn't disturb you."

"Nonsense, go grab a table with your friends and eat with us, you need your stomach full and satisfied."

He bowed again, "Thank you miss."

I turned to look back at Wes chilling on his own seat, "You know, I don't think Justin's kidding about marrying you one day."

"I know," sneaking a smile, "I'm looking forward to that day."

"Now, the matters at hand."

"I only know that these Russians weren't up to no good before, I think it's safe to say that we really had a mole all these time."

Wes nodded, "I think it's best that we investigate further on this New Don," he took a sip of his coffee, "I know how much this person is a coward."

I nodded, "Yeah."

"How do you know?"

"Only a coward would hide behind threats, Russian men, and declare he is the New Don with no face to prove."

"Wise words sis," he creased his chin in thinking.

"Yeah, so far, what's new in your investigation?"

Weston sighed, "I don't know, it's a really...I mean, Justin told me not to say anything."

"Too late, now you're going to have to say it now."

He hesitated, "These Russian men...they're pretty serious with their work. I think this isn't only about our father, I think it's about vengeance; and it's on Genevieve Stone, the old don who ruled above them before. Remember the times where father made you kill those men? I think that these people believe in blood being thicker than water. They want to avenge their brothers and sisters...the only problem is, they don't know who you are."

I thought about it for a moment, "Wes, does that mean-"

My phone began to ring; I apologized and quickly picked up, "Hart."

"Elizabeth," Livy whispered through the phone, "have you seen Gunter around?"

"What? Why? I mean...no, I haven't."

"Did you hear from him last night?"

"No, why are you whispering?"

"I've been calling him over and over...he won't pick up."

"Okay, I'll try to call him, okay?" I said to reassure her.

"No, I think his phone is off - I called him just a few minutes ago."

"Try to calm down hun, where do you think did he go to?"

"I don't know...but Eli..." she trailed off.

"Livy, come on, speak up." Weston perked up from the sound of Livy's name.

"Eli...I think...I think someone took Gunter."


* * * * *

"Did you get it?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I got it, I'll try to track it down."

"Thank you Fred, his phone is off, so I don't know a better way to find him. The Un-B indicated he went to a club, we went there and he...he wasn't..."

"Hey hey, calm down Gene, your friend's going to be fine, we'll find him okay?"

"Yeah, thanks." I sniffled.

"Who do you think is his unknown caller?"

"I don't know, but I do know he texted Gunter to get ready and that they're 'doing it tonight'. What do you think is he planning?" I whispered.

Livy sat at the couch, hugging her knees while Wes sat across from her, staring at her in worry. We were in their apartment, and still, no sign of Gunter.

"Calm down, okay? I think I tracked the number down..."

"Where is it?"

"Its...its not in New York, its in London."

"LONDON?"

"Yeah, London."

"Why London?"

"I don't know, it's at a residence called De-"

The connection was cut off. I pulled my ear away from the phone and farrowed my eyes; grabbing my small pouch, I reconnected the call from my ear pods.

"Fred?"

It was silent, I could hear breathing on the other side. I was about to speak when a deep wrinkly voice cut in. "If you ever want to see your friends alive, come to me."

Then they hung up.

I froze for a few minutes, escalating the situation in my stupid brain. Finally, I snapped, "Son of a bitch!"

I smacked my phone down and growled, "Argh!"

"Whoa! Sis! Calm down!"

I shook my head and hugged myself, how could I let this happen? Why the hell was Gunter in a club? Why did he leave? Who too him? Who took Fred?

So many questions ran into my head, but there was only one way to find out the answer.

"Pack your bags, we're going to London."