(Sequel to Two Gangs and a Golden Girl)
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"If you even think about touching me, I will literally rip off your arm," I growl when Xavier prowls closer. He doesn't stop. His poison green eyes drill into mine.
"I will have you, Marigold, and we will...
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I've been remembering last night slowly. Little moments leaking through. I remember some things Xavier said like the 'bending over' and him admitting everything was his fault. I remember being carried to a hotel and I remember Xavier sitting on me to remove my dress. The rest is a foggy blur.
"You, uh, remember last night?" Xavier asks.
"Some of it," I admit and glance out of the window. "I'm immune to obliviate spells," I add in a mumble.
"I'm liking the Harry Potter references you always have," Xavier suddenly says and I whip my head towards him to see a satisfied little smirk on his lips. He's still looking straight ahead, but I don't doubt he's feeling pretty smug right now.
"You've read Harry Potter?" I ask. It's not like people who read Harry Potter are an endangered species, but Xavier is a gang leader who murders people on a daily basis.
"In the Orphanage. It was the only good series, really," Xavier says and then looks at me with a glint in his eye that my father always had when my mother read him Harry Potter. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm a Potterhead," Xavier whispers.
I gasp so loud, I don't even want to think about what the others in the jet are imagining. "No way!" I exclaim.
"Keep it down. I don't want people knowing that," Xavier shushes.
I eye Xavier skeptically. There's a difference between being a Potterhead and just reading the series a mere 20 times.
"Why is Harry's scar in the shape of a random lighting bolt?" I question. Xavier raises his eyebrow and I feel a sense of victory, because only true Potterheads know the answer.
Then Xavier goes ahead and says: "What do you mean random? It's not random at all. It's the wand gesture used to cast Avada Kedavra."
My jaw drops while Xavier has the biggest smirk ever. Oh, this is not over.
Instead of acknowledging Xavier's point, I change the conversation and ask: "You're a gang leader. What would you do about Blake and Owen lying to me?"
