He was a crazy billionaire gang leader.
Once escaping his opposition, he stormed into her flat catching the man she's with about to do something slightly illegal to her. He saves her but asks for a pretty big favour in return.
Little does she know w...
My name's Juliet. I'm 23 and I live alone in a flat in Britain. Life was good until one night my boyfriend of 3 months decided to spend the night.
"Lyo I'm tired," I pushed his arms off me and headed to my room, "Aww come on, just 10 more minutes?" He begged. I didn't reply, only headed to the bathroom to take off my makeup.
I stood in front of the mirror above the sink as Lyo came and stood behind me, hugging me around my waist. "I'm not in the mood for your shit Lyo," I shoved his hands off me and walked out of the room.
I heard a noise from the living room so I went to check it out. I stopped in the centre of the room. It was dark so I couldn't see clearly but it looked like someone had come into my flat.
"Come on Julie," Lyo kept touching me, trying to grab me,
"Hey..." a deep voice came from near the door.
"What? Who are you? What do you want?" Lyo asked. He must've aggravated him because what he did next wasn't exactly just an introduction.
"I want to give you a lesson. Do you not know what the word 'no' means?" He cocked a gun and pointed it in Lyo's direction, where the light shined on it; showing off the gleaming silver it was made from.
"I can fight my own battles," I said making the guy with the gun step forward, into the light. He had black hair that had a tint of green when the light hit it. He wore a black formal shirt which contrasted with his black ripped jeans and heavy boots.
"Doesn't look like it." Lyo started pulling on my hair and pressing his hand down hard on my stomach.
"I'll tell you what, I'll help you out...if you help me after. How's that sound, hmm?" I looked at him like he was crazy. Little did I know he was.
I wanted anything but you take his help but Lyo was using all of his strength against me, and he wasn't weak let me tell you.
"My offer's sounding pretty good right now, isn't it?" He said waving the gun around in our direction.
Lyo's hold grew ever stronger. I basically had no choice. "Fine," I spat.
"I'm sorry? What did you say? I couldn't hear you," He said.
"I said fine!" I shouted a little too loud. He chuckled and held the gun still.
"If you say so," He smirked and pulled the trigger.
A huge bang rang out through my flat alongside the sound of a body dropping heavily to the floor. My ears rang excruciatingly over the sound of my saviours footsteps. He walked towards me and took my hand, lead me out of my flat and out the back of the building.
In the rear car park was a 1962 C1 Corvette in jet black. He lead me to it and jumped in, starting the engine.
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"Come on! We have something very important to discuss," He smirked as I opened the door.
I climbed in the gorgeous car of his and he drove off. He could feel the tension that laid within the silence as well as I could.
"Here, pick something good," he said offering his phone with his downloaded music uploaded on the screen. I selected an album and turned up the volume. My hero by the foo fighters came blasting out of the car radio.
He glanced at me throughout the song as it rang out through the streets.
One song came on that he must've particularly favoured because he started singing along loudly and threw his arms in the air whenever he could.
After a moderately long car ride made up of awkward glances and bad singing we pulled into a car park behind what I always thought was just one of those office blocks. This must've been where he lived.
He opened the car door for me and offered me his arm.
"No thanks," I said walking a significant distance from him. "Where exactly are we going to have this conversation and why couldn't this have waited until the morning,"
"We're going to my 'penthouse' to have this conversation and it couldn't wait until morning because you could've ran away overnight and it's an imposition for me to stay on your sofa." He said with a smug little grin.
He had me there.
"I never caught your name," He said leaning his shoulder on me .
"I never threw it," I said. He laughed at the attitude that laced my sarcasm. "Juliet,"
He laughed again; I didn't exactly understand why. "What's so funny about my name?" I glared at him as he walked on a bit.
