Gangster

Chapter 3

Alison's POV

It was half past eleven by the time I reached home. I slid the key into the lock and opened the door, to be greeted by darkness.

I made my way quietly to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. I opened the fridge to see a small dish filled with noodles. I took it out and was about to put it in the oven when a voice spoke up.

"Finally you're here! What took you so long?"

I jumped only to see Tori standing at the doorway crossing her arms, looking rather cross.

"Is Ava asleep?" I asked, ignoring her previous question. Tori nodded and came towards me.

"I'll heat that up for you," she offered.

"Thanks."

The two of us were silent as Tori put the dish in the oven.

"You didn't answer my previous question," she said. "You're usually early."

"I-I took too long in the library," I said quickly, avoiding her eyes. I had no idea whether to tell her of the events that had taken place.

You're so innocent.

His voice drifted in my head, drowning out all other thoughts. I could only think of him, which surprised me. Why would I want to think of someone who had threatened to kill me?

Such a pretty name for a beautiful girl like you.

"Hey, Ali."

I snapped out of my daze, to see Tori handing me the bowl and looking suspicious.

"You want to tell me the actual reason why you're late?"

"What makes you think I'm lying?"

"You always become quiet and drift off into space after you say a lie." Tori grinned as she said this and I smacked my forehead.

"You know me too well."

"Yes, I do. Now tell me."

I sighed, knowing that Tori could be very stubborn when she wanted to know something.

If you tell anyone, I'll be after you.

But then, I trusted Tori with my life.

She wasn't the police, was she?

So I proceeded to tell her the happenings in the dark alley, the murder, the chase, Harry catching me and threatening me. I left out the part about how I found him to be absolutely beautiful.

Tori kept quiet when I told the tale, her eyes never leaving me.

"And then he took my number and let me go," I finished. Tori looked thoughtful for a minute and I waited nervously for her outburst.

"Are you serious?!" yelled Tori in alarm. "You let a man, a fucking criminal take your number?!"

I shifted uncomfortably. "I couldn't do anything! He had a gun!" I retaliated.

"But still, you can't let him get away with this, Ali!" said Tori. "You need to tell the police!"

"I can't, Tori! His men are watching us! If we go to the police, he might hurt you or Ava instead of me and I couldn't bear that!"

"So we're just going to keep this to ourselves?" asked Tori amazed.

I nodded. "I can't risk telling anyone else. I don't want Harry to come after us. I don't want to get involved with him again. He's too dangerous, it's best to just forget that this ever happened," I said quietly.

Tori shook her head in disbelief. "Fine," she said. "Fine, do what you think is right, Ali. But I still think we should tell the cops. Do you want other innocent people to be killed by this guy? If he was in jail, it wouldn't happen." She stormed out of the kitchen and I heard a door slam.

I bit my lip. She was right, of course. She always was. She hated the idea of me getting hurt.

But I couldn't risk it. I didn't want to see him ever again.

Yes, you do.

I shook that thought out of my head. I put the dish in the sink and made my way into mine and Ava's room. I could see Ava curled up under the blanket like a dormouse, cuddling her teddy.

I swiftly stripped off my shirt and jeans and slipped on my oversized shirt and sweats. I crept into the bed next to Ava when my phone beeped.

I took it and saw a message from an unknown number. I clicked on it and read the message.

I thought you said you wouldn't tell anyone, Angel. But girls have that odd habit of telling their best friend everything, don't they? It's a pity. But it's a good thing you told her not to call the police, or things could get really ugly. H xx

What. The. Hell?!

I got off the bed and looked out of the window. I couldn't see anyone at all. But he'd seen me. He wasn't kidding when he said his friends would be watching me. Every movement of mine was probably recorded and I shivered at that thought.

A horrified thought struck me. Did he see me undressing?

My question was answered by another message.

By the way, Angel, you shouldn't be wearing pajamas to bed. A beautiful girl like you needs silk and satin night dresses. They would look lovely on you. H x

My hatred for the criminal grew as I read the message in growing anger. I deleted both the messages, set my alarm for the next day and kept the phone aside. But as I drifted off to sleep, my dreams were filled only with the beautiful guy with curly hair and deep, green eyes.

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