His Favorite Girl

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Standing in the kitchen, cutting lemons and lines, Nero walks in. He walks over and takes a seat at the table I'm cutting at and says "What's going on Mija?" he ask. "I'm fine Nero. Just tired." I tell him. "I know better. Talk to me." he says. Sighing, I say "Nate was in my house this morning when I came back from the diner. Used his key. I should have already changed the damn locks." I tell him but I don't look him in the eye. "Did something happen?" he asks. "I'm fine Papi." I tell him. "I'll have Fiasco go by and change the locks for you. It will be done before you get off work." he tells me. "Thanks Nero. Tell him I'll give him the money for the locks." I tell him. "Nah. Don't worry about it. I got you." he says. I finally look at him and he asks "You sure you're okay?" I nod and say "Yeah. Just want to keep busy." I tell him. Kissing the top of my head, he walks back towards his office.

An hour later, I am manning the bar when the SONS walk in. Quinn takes his normal seat at the bar and I put a beer in front of him. "Hey Little One." he says. "Hey Giant." I say but don't meet his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asks. I look up at him and say "Yeah. Just tired." I tell him. I go about handing out drinks and cleaning and Quinn never leaves his spot. A few minutes later, Fiasco walks in. "Here's your keys. Got front and back changed and added a deadbolt on both doors." he tells me. "Thanks Fiasco. I appreciate it." I tell him. "You need anything, let us know." he tells me and I nod. Quinn looks at me concerned. "It's nothing Giant. Couldn't get my key back from my ex and needed the locks changed." I tell him and he seems to take that answer. "How was your day off?" he asks. "It was okay. Just hung out at home. Heard you were asking about me?" I ask. "Yeah." is all he says. "Now, all these women here and you're asking about me and all I get is a yeah?" I ask arching an eyebrow, trying to act as normal as I can. "Asked if you were working. Like the company." he tells me and I shake my head. Clair walks in and my shift is over. Walking around the bar, I walk over to Quinn and place a hand on his shoulder. Getting close to his ear, I whisper "Why don't you find a girl and relax. You look a little tense." before walking away and out the door.

I pull up to my house and can't seem to get myself to get out of the car and go in. After sitting outside for a few minutes, I take a deep breath and head inside. I lock the door and the deadbolt and check the back door before heading to the bathroom for a long hot shower. I still can't get the feel of him off of me. Once the water gets cold, I head to bed and try to go to sleep but I can't. I can't sleep in that bed. I get up and head to the couch. Laying down on the couch, I turn the TV on for noise and fall asleep there in the living room.

Waking up the next morning, I see a text on my phone. I look at it and I don't recognize the number. But seeing the text I know it's Quinn.

Q: Good morning Little One.

L: Good morning Giant. How'd you get my number?

Q: Lyla. Just wanted to check on you this morning.

L: I'm fine.

Q: Wanna go for a ride?

L: Maybe another time. Got a few things to take care of today.

Q: Will I see you tonight?

L: I'll be there.

I get up and dressed and head out to the police station. Walking into the precinct I say "I need to talk to someone about a restraining order." I tell the woman behind the desk. "Right this way." she tells me. Leading me to an officer's desk, he asks "What can I do for you?" I take the seat he offered me and say "I need to file a restraining order against my ex-boyfriend. He won't leave me alone. He's calling me and texting me and I've tried telling him to leave me alone and tried ignoring him but it's not working." I tell him. "Well, I can help you file it but that doesn't mean that the judge will sign off." he tells me "Why?" I ask. "Do you have the texts? Voicemails?" he asks. "No. I deleted them." I tell him. "Then the judge will look at it as he said she said. Look, when he contacts you again, bring it in and I can help you. But until there's proof for us to see that he's harassing you, there's not much we can do." he tells me. I look down at my hands and fight off the tears before nodding my head and walking away.