falling in love with the enemy ➳ [z.m.]

Chapter 8.

Will's POV

         My phone starts to ring and I frantically search for it before finding it in my pocket.

         "Hello?"

         "Boss...we still have no sign of Mari."

         I feel my breath hitch in my throat. I sigh and grab my hair angrily. "You aren't fucking trying hard enough," I snarl through my teeth.

         "But Boss-"

         "NO!" I shout and I am most certain that my voice can be heard outside the house. "YOU AREN'T FUCKING TRYING HARD ENOUGH! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SISTER?"

         "We don't know boss."

         "WELL YOU BETTER FUCKING FIND HER!" I shout. "SEND EVERYBODY FOR HER! ONCE YOU FIND HER FUCKING BRING HER BACK TO ME!"

         I hear the guy sigh and he starts to speak again. "We'll be right on it sir."

         "You better fucking be," I say before hanging up. I throw my phone up against the wall and it shatters into a million pieces.

         Oh well, I can get a fucking new one...

         I sit at the table, cracking my knuckles and clenching my jaw. I wanna punch something right now. I slam my fist repeatedly into the wooden table to the point that my knuckles are bleeding.

         Shit.

         I get up and walk to the bathroom and wash my hands. I look up at the mirror and barely recognize myself with bags underneath my eyes from the lack of sleep I've had in the past couple days...

          My blood shot eyes from the amount of drinking I have done...all because of Mari.

         I walk out of the bathroom before I punch something else and go into my office. I sit in my chair and stare out the large, glass window.

         "Where the fuck are you Mari?" I whisper as I crack open another beer.

Mari's POV

         I walk into the club with the boys' at my side, the music flooding my ears. Everyone's eyes turn and look at us and we just continue to walk inside. Several girls instantly walk up to the boys' and start fluttering their eyelashes and flipping their hair. Some of them even pull their dresses down to make their boobs practically pop out even fucking more...if that's even fucking possible.

         Whores.

         I walk away in disgust and head towards the bar. "I need a drink!" I yell. Still I have no response and the girl bartender just roles her eyes at me. "Excuse me?" I say with an irritated tone. The bartender continues to talk with these other girls and takes one more glance at me.

         You know what? Fuck this.

         "Hey bitch?" I yell at her as I begin to walk towards her. "I'm fucking talking to you," I snarl.

         I'm not in the mood for petty bullshit tonight. I just want one simple thing...a fucking drink. Is that too much to ask for?

         "Excuse me?" the girl says with an annoying high pitched voice.

         "Yes, I'm talking to you," I reply with a fake smile on my face. "Now come down here and fucking give me a drink...which is your fucking job."