A Wanted Fighter

Chapter 3

Recovering from a bullet wound is not fun. It extinguishes all the energy you have and leaves you absolutely exhausted.

I have been staying at Denver's penthouse for the past three weeks recovering from surgery. They said I was lucky to survive and have my arm because the bullet had nipped a vessel and important tissue. I was relieved to hear that my shoulder was okay, the only aftermath I feel soreness whenever I move my shoulder.

I'm glad Denver's wife was able to convince me to stay otherwise I don't know where I would have gone and I don't even want to imagine what could've happened to my dumb butt.

"Zaria! Dinner is rea-oh Zaria, you look absolutely stunning!" Cried Amelia, Denver's wife of three years. They got a three lil munchkins on the way. I know, crazy but a blessing for the two maniacs. They love kids. I, on the other hand, can't stand them. They talk too much, they're expensive messy and whiny, stubborn, loud, cry all the time, and always get themselves into a predicament, making the parents look irresponsible.

I know Denver and Amelia will be asking me to babysit their little devilish boys. My god, are they the worst to look after. I'm just glad they've still got five more months left so that gives me some time to build up patience so I don't chuck them a closet and lock them in.

Kidding, haha

"Thanks, Amelia. I have never been more comfortable wearing a dress than this one." I praise as I twirl around.

"You love it so much you should keep it, a girl has got to have some articles of clothing she just can't live without." She says with a wink.

"No Amelia, thank-"

"Nonsense. You are keeping it and it's final. Besides, I couldn't fit in that dress after this baby anyway." She laughs.

"Amelia I love you! And don't worry, I will help bring you a fantastic body back to life. After all, what are sister's for?"

I have known Amelia since she and Denver got more serious with their relationship about three years ago. I swear their love story brings me to tears, and I love their passion and strength and love they share for one another. It's the kind of love people can only dream of, except in this case it was an amazing fortunate reality.

I have since thought of her as my sister. I have no real family and she is the closest one to that, along with her husband of course.

"Alright Zaria and Amelia, enough of the cuddles and hugging, we don't want to cry now." In came in Denver.

"You mean you don't want to deal with two crying women," Amelia reported with a glare.

"Babe come on you kn-"

"Whatever. Come on Zaria, let's go cry someplace where men would mind." She playfully taunted Denver, passing me a little wink.

"No-" Denver tried to stop us but we dashed past him and all the way downstairs where the dinner party was taking place, with a lovesick little Denver running after his pregnant wife.

Letting him take my best friend away from me, I wander over to the appetizers that I had helped cook with the chief because I was insanely bored out of my mind in this house with nothing but training and workouts taking up my empty schedule.

I pick up a two triangular tuna sandwiches and some veggie egg rolls then make my way to a table in the front, away from people but also blending in.

I haven't been at a fancy dinner party before so this was a new experience, but I had an inkling; if I wanted to blend in, I have to mix in with the majority and stay with the crowded. My mother used to tell me, "If you want to be found then find isolation, but if you want to stay hidden then find a crowd and blend in."

After finishing my food and grabbing a drink, I make my way to a group of people and start conversing with them. I really want to get the heck out of here but I promised Amelia I would stay until at least some guests have left. I also had a feeling that I shouldn't let these people know I live here.

Three hours later most of the guests have left and I slide my way out of the ballroom and up the black railed, white marble steps, towards my room.

I cleanse and tone my face, change out of my clothes to a comfortable loose t-shirt and Adidas tights, and grab my duffle bag to make sure I have all my needed items for tonight's rendezvous.

Tying my hair down I slip on a black balaclava mask that only shows my eyes, and leave the au revoir note I had constructed the night before deep under the mattress. This is the secret little mailbox that the three of us have created, and if not the mattress we place letters on top of fans or any highest spot / lowest spot.

Making sure I packed all my items, erase any trace of my presence, and closing the lights, I make my way towards my window.

Just as I make my way out and towards the ground, I hear the door burst open and light flooding into the room.

Looking back in I see a male in a gray tuxedo, black bowtie, and shiny dress shoes, gaze across the room not realizing my face was visible above the window sill. I allow myself to check him out a little, noticing he had a clean-cut stubble beard, sharp jawline, black hair in a man bun, an athletic and muscular physique, with an average set of lips and a Grecian nose. His facial features reminded me of Alexis Papas, an old phenomenon from my past.

I am about to duck down for cover when our eyes meet. His eyes— iced cold silver—seemed to be staring deep into my soul. There was this look in his eyes that ran a cold shiver down my spine. I can't explain it...just it seemed almost familiar.

What felt like five minutes was a three-second eye contact when we both moved at the same time, he runs towards me while I jump up, grab a hold of the drain pipe and pull myself up onto the roof as quickly as possible and then run.

Trying to devise a plan quickly I look around and see a tree further to the left. I notice it has a decent amount of thick branches up at the top. 

If I jump from the right angle and from far enough, I could land onto a thick branch without a problem

Looking back I see the man ran grab onto the roof and begin to pull himself up. 

Here goes everything

5...4...3...2...1

NO!!!

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