Call Me Yours

Chapter 17 - Back From The Dead

Mia
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"You're alive?!"

I couldn't help the words that spilled out of my mouth as I laid my eyes on him. I did a double take. I'd convinced myself that he'd been shot for sure that night. After not hearing from him for 2 weeks it only made sense that he must be dead.

"You sound thrilled."

If this hadn't been such a shocking situation I'd have laughed at the way his accent made the word thrilled sound. But it wasn't the time and I also didn't want to piss him off.

I glanced around, remembering that we had security cameras inside the diner. Not outside though, otherwise my kidnapping would've been recorded and clearly that hadn't happened.

"Can we talk outside?"

He agreed and followed me out, leaning against the wall and watching me as I locked the doors.

"I thought you were dead." I finally said, voicing my current main thought.

"Touché. You must run fast, hm? Where did you disappear to?"

"Excuse me, it was a life or death situation, I could've been killed you know. And what even happened in there, it was fucking crazy?"

He walked closer to me, taking my chin in his hand and running his thumb down my cheek. I stared into his deep grey eyes, feeling a sense of deja vu as I glanced at the blade tattoo under his eye.

"I told you not to come." He said, his voice much softer.

"I was bored. I didn't know it'd end like that."
I said, trying to speak normally, which was pretty hard considering his face was mere inches from mine. He moved a strand of hair out of my face.

"You had me worried, bella."

"Im fine."

"Have you told anyone?"

"What?"

"Have you told anyone, about me, or about anything?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

'No. I mean yes.' He could see I was flustered and he must've enjoyed it as a small playful, smirk took over his face. My eyes betrayed me and glanced down at his pink lips, he was so close to me I could literally taste the cigarette he'd just been smoking.

"Good."

My breathing was getting a little erratic with him so close so I changed the subject quickly, trying to break the moment up a little.

"You told my Mom I was in fucking Bali."

His smirk morphed into a full blown smile, pearly whites and all, as he let go of my chin, moving back a little and letting me breathe once again.

"Did she like the pictures?"He almost seemed proud of himself.

"Where did you even get those?"

"I googled Bali."

"What the fuck, did you literally just pull pictures straight off google, what if she realised? Did you at least use believable ones."

He took that as a cue to pull out his phone, I waited while he found something. He turned his phone for me to see. He had to be serious. The most basic, professional picture of a beach and a blue sky lit up his screen. I was taken aback that my poor Mom had fallen for that. I could put money on the fact that that was definitely the first picture that popped up when he'd searched Bali.

"Hey, you didn't want your Mom worrying and I made sure of it, no?"