The Possessive businessman

Chp 2

Liam's pov

"Right here is fine Charles" I say to my driver and he stops by this little park.

This park is pathetic I thought to my self. But something was drawing me to it like it was calling my name whispering to come closer. If I go any closer I'll get a disease.

I get out of the car and decide to have a look around. Spotting a bench on the other side I make my way over. The park was small with rusted swings that creek as they sway back and forth in the wind. The slides had more Graffiti than anyone can count.

Reaching the bench I reluctantly sit. Ugh this is ruining my 1,500$ slacks what am I doing!? Just as I was about to stand I see a figure in the distance and a moving box. I get in alert mode in case I have to stop him from robbing me, it wouldn't be the first time.

He comes closer and I see that he is small for a male. He has a grey hoodie with the hood on, loose jeans and some white toms. If he tries anything it won't be hard after all I am 6'4" and not to drag but I'm ripped just saying.

The man all of a sudden stops and tenses up. He starts walking faster towards me like he's running away from something or someone. I hear a male voice to the right of me.

"Hey cutie! Wait up!"

I then realize he is talking to the man or boy as I get a better look at him. Oh no is this man bothering this boy? Or did the boy steal from him? Something is telling me that that isn't the case but you can never be to sure. I approach the boy, grabbing him by the front of the hoodie I'm prepared to question him when I hear a gasp. Then him being pulled away from me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You can't just grab innocent girls like that!" The man yelled at me.

About to yell back I process what he says. Wait... Girl?! That's a girl.

"I didn't know she was a girl. I thought he stole from you."

"You don't know me you don't have the right to judge me like that" I heard the most beautiful and delicate voice say. What am I saying it wasn't beautiful or delicate, it was pathetic and weak. After thinking that I felt a needle sized pain in my chest where my heart should be.

Snapping out of my thoughts I say.
"Well if you wouldn't dress like a lowlife I wouldn't assume things."

"Hey don't talk to my cutie that way."

"Oh you need your boyfriend to stand up for you how pathetic no wonder your a begger out here alone because no one wants you." I spat. Wow that was harsh even for you Liam.

I hear another gasp mixed with a sob and I see her running away. The man gives me a dirty look and starts to puff up. I'm not one to get my hands dirty but I won't back down either.

He throws the first punch but I easily block it this goes on for I don't know how long but in the end we were on the ground bleeding but he was unconscious. Damn, I didn't think he could fight like that. He wasn't as muscled but he was fast.

On my feet again I call Charles to bring the car around. I see the girls bag on the floor. I walk past it, it's her fault for leaving it. But you made her run away I say to myself. Leave it leave it leave it walk away.

Ugh I can't I turn and grab it making my way to the car. Once inside I look to see if there is any tags on the suit case. She must not be from around here. I find a tag with just a name on it: Dylan Mitchell.

It sounds like a boys name I think scrunching up my face. Pulling out my phone I call my PI.

"Hello, sir"

"Find Dylan Mitchell, quickly, that is all" I say curtly then end the call.