DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

His Colleague

Cars honk and people chatter around me, I watch from behind my sunglasses as Dylan stands outside the café in a black cap, white t-shirt, black jeans and shades.

I hold the coffee cup in my hand, raising it to my lips and taking a long sip.

We've been here for an hour, having reached Burbank at 12 in the peak of rush hour, that way we're not that easily spotted. We left the cabin 5:30 this morning with a vehicle arranged for us by Uncle Dimi. We dumped the van as soon as we reached Burbank and now we're waiting on Dylan's colleague.

A vehicle is supposed to pick us up from here at 1:30 and it is five minutes to that time so Dylan is looking out for that vehicle.

I sigh, brushing strands of my red hair over my shoulder, yes you heard me red hair. Before leaving my aunt thought I should do something a little different to my hair and she used a jar of Cherry Kool-Aid to temporarily dye it.

So I went from dirty blonde to redhead.

I'm in a white t-shirt and khaki shorts with Nike sneakers. A bag with 'backups' lie at my feet and another where Dylan had sat. I wear a bulletproof under the shirt but the size of the shirt doesn't make it obvious.

Dylan also placed a gun in the waist of my shorts for my protection. Dylan himself has a gun in his waistband, a holster on his left leg with a knife on the right.

Pushing up my shades, I move my eyes around the café, watching persons converse while looking for anyone suspicious. My eyes land on a guy, blonde hair, grey eyes and I notice that he's blatantly checking me out.

He moves from his booth, whispering to his friends and they watch as he makes his way over to me.

You're barking at the wrong tree, boy...

"Hey... I'm Javin," he says taking a seat in front of me and I raise a brow at him.

"Hello... I don't remember asking you to sit," I retort and he smiles, an arrogant one.

"Nah, I invited myself over after I saw you checking me out," he states cockily and I raise my brows so high I fear they've disappeared into my hairline. "Ain't go lie you're the finest thing I've seen around here."

I look at him, like really look at this boy. He's in a college t-shirt, boy shorts and sneakers. His hair is messy and his eyes hold confidence... a little too much if you ask me.

I honestly cannot deal right now so I look to end it. I have bigger things on my mind and this kid can't come close to them.

"I don't recall checking you out... I think you misinterpreted and you should leave." I smile at his confused face before taking a sip of my coffee.

A few seconds later, his confusion soon lifts and a smile graces his face. "I see, you're playing hard to get."

This guy can't be that dumb...

"I see you. Hear what babe, I'll leave once I get those digits and then you can give me a really hard time after that," he smirks sliding over his phone. "Better yet how bout we hop out here and you gimme a hard time at my place... I want to see how wild redheads are..."

The audacity of this child... I'm not some tramp he can pick up and bed in a few minutes. He's lucky I'm trying not to cause a scene because my foot would be so far up his ass, he would hit a note higher than Mariah Carey.

He sits there with a cheeky grin before reaching over and holding my hand with a smirk.

Oh, now he's gonna get it.