"Stop staring, she's my teacher and you look creepy."
"Well, I can't help she's so beautiful" he said without any hesitation.
"Good for you then, she's single."
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Imagine having everything in life and then losing all of it. Leila's life was...
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"Get up." I said and he shook his head tightening his hold on my waist. I have been trying to get away from him for past half an hour but he just wouldn't listen.
"Brad, I am hungry. Are you not hungry?" I asked and he shook his head in no again.
His phone started to ring but he still made no effort to move to take the call.
"Your phone is ringing." But he didn't even buzz.
"Pick it up. It might be your girlfriend or I'll take the call." I warned.
"Do it." He replied.
"Come at 11 with the rest of the 500 grands and you'll have your man." The person on the phone said before i could even say something and cut the call.
"Who was that?" He asked as he saw the colour from my face vanish.
When i didn't reply he took got up and took his phone away from my hands and looked at the caller.
"What did he say Leila?" He asked getting agitated.
"How much Brad?" I asked slowly.
"Doesn't matter. What did he say?" He asked again.
"First tell me how much money have you already given to the mob?"
"500 grands." He said slowly.
I did not know how to react. He gave away 500 thousand dollars away without thinking twice and he was willing to pay more just to get one guy.
"Are you out of your mind?" I exclaimed. "A million dollars is not something to play around with Brad."
"It's the fucking mafia Leila. They don't fuck around with bunch of nobodies. What else do you expect? What did he say Leila?" He asked again with a bit of roughness.
"He called you at 11 with the rest of the money." I whispered. "But you're not going." I said.
"Of course I am." He scoffed.
"No you're not. And why didn't you tell me earlier Brad?"
"You're not my wife. I don't need to tell you anything." He said rudely and with that he was off to somewhere I didn't know. I couldn't even follow him because i had no fucking clue to where he had gone. And on top of that Ron was already there standing on my head who wouldn't let me step out of the house.
The only thing i could do now was sit and overthink. I had even lost my appetite.
But what i could also do was drink. So i took out Brad's bourbon and started chugging on it.
"Want some?" I asked Ron who stood there looking at me weirdly and he shook his head in a no.
"Ok boomer."
Even though i was kinda sleepy, i still stayed awake and waited for Brad. He stumbled in a little after midnight with disheveled and dirty clothes.
"You're back." I exclaimed in joy. I think i was drunk and went to hug him.
"Are you drunk?" He asked and i shook my head in a no.
"There's blood on you." I said pointing at his shirt. Even though I was drunk, i was not that drunk.
"It's nothing Leila. You're drunk, we'll talk in the morning." He said boringly.
"I am not drunk Brad. Talk to me." I said.
"Leila, I am really tired. I don't want to do this right now. Let's get you in bed, okay?" He said politely throwing me over his shoulder. And i had a perfect view of his perfect ass.
I smacked his ass and giggled, to which did nothing. I kinda wanted him to smack my ass back. But whatever.
He carried me all the way to my room and dropped me onto the bed. The good thing was i had already changed into my night clothes earlier. He tucked me in and turned the lights off before leaving.
The next morning i woke up late and Brad was already gone. I think he did not want to talk about what happened yesterday and that's why he left early.
I was not going to wait for him to come back home and talk to me. I was going to go to his office and get my goddamn answers. The least i deserved to was the person who set the fire. It could have costed my life. And if I'm being honest, i was also kind of scared after i saw the blood on him. But not being in the right state of mind last night was the problem. I shouldn't have drunk if i wanted him to talk to me.
I quickly got ready and drove to his office. Okay, Jackson drove me to his office. After all, i was a fucking baby.
"Ma'am you can't go in, Mr. Knights is busy at the moment." His assistant said just as i was about to enter his office. Busy, my ass.
I ignored him and proceeded to go in. And he sure as hell was busy. If you call sitting with your mother and not talking, busy. Then he was busy.
"Hi, Mrs. Knights." I greeted his mother and she smiled at me in return.
"I think i should leave now." She said before making her exit.
I sat on his desk facing him and he raised his eyebrows.
"Did you kill him?" I asked seriously.
"Kill who?" He asked acting oblivious.
"You had blood on your clothes yesterday Brad. Don't play me now." I warned.
"Maybe." He said freaking the shit out of me.
"You did not." I gasped. "Oh my god."
"Calm down Leila. I did not kill anyone." He said.
"I want to see him." I said.
"No way in hell am i letting you go near that person. I am telling you i took care of it." He said straight away.
"Whatever but i want to see his picture." I said and he nodded.
"I am sorry Leila." He said and i looked at him in confusion.
"I was a bit rude to you yesterday. I shouldn't have said that."
"Now that you say it, i don't like people being rude to me." I said and his face dropped p visibly. "But you apologised so we are cool." I said with a smile and he chuckled in return.
"Come here." He said patting his lap and i followed.
"You're the nicest person ever." He said once we were comfortable.
"I know." I said cockily.
"My sister is back in town. It's her birthday and my parents are throwing a party tomorrow. You should come with me." He said.
