King of Crime ✔️

Luka

I've felt eyes on me all day. Ever since I stepped outside this morning, I knew something was off.

The FBI had a woman on me, a kind but meddlesome young lady, who had been bringing me to college and back for a few days now. At school, she waited outside in the van, constantly checking whether I was still where I should be. 

Samuel had restricted me from going out like some over-protective superior, Diane had to do all the shopping for me, I couldn't meet with friends anymore, and I got mad at him for it. Ever since then he'd given me the cold shoulder, now giving orders to the bodyguard lady without asking me how I felt about it. 

I knew he wasn't ought to, but it kind of felt like we were building something just a week ago. Now he won't even talk to me. I really wanted to understand why all of these safety measures were taken and I tried to, but he gave me nothing to work with.

And now here we were, in school, and someone other than the bodyguard lady had clearly been following me. I was fucking anxious. Just sticking with Luka the whole day wasn't working out either, he followed entirely different classes. 

This time, it wasn't even just my intuition that was telling me something was wrong, I had seen a tall man, towering over the students in the hallways, staring directly at me a few times today. 

It was very clearly not okay.

After classes, I reunited with the lady to go home, and told her about the man. She immediately contacted the Bureau, and as I sat next to her while she called, I faintly heard Samuel's voice. Pouting, I turned away from the lady and stared at the scenery flying by. 

I really didn't know if I was madder at him for not letting me in on why I was grounded, or not showing me he wanted something more after that Saturday. Hell, we kissed for twenty fucking minutes. 

You don't do that with someone who's just an acquaintance, right?

"He wants to speak to you," the lady interrupted my thoughts. The butterflies in my stomach instantly flared up. I took the phone from her and pressed it to my ear, pinching my thumb between my index and middle finger.

"Yes?"

"Can you describe him for me?" He sounded flat and impassive, like he sounded when we first met. If I was alone, I would've broken down and cried, for sure.

"Tall, toned skin, black hair, large facial features."

"Anything else worth mentioning?"

"No." It stayed silent for a while, as he exhaled.

"Alright, bye, then."

 I wanted to stop him from hanging up, ask him if he even cared, tell him that I cared, tell him that I was falling in love, but I didn't. Of course. 

I bit harshly in my lip instead, unwilling to say goodbye as well. He was waiting for it. My fingers were going numb when he finally hung up. I instantly wanted to call him back but reminded myself that it wasn't my phone in my hands, and I gave it back to the lady next to me. 

She had both her eyebrows raised at my expression. "Are you alright?" she queried, sliding the phone back in her pocket.

"He's a dick," I stated, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I really couldn't hold myself back, could I? Embarrassment washed over me as I turned away from the bodyguard, who kept silent. She patiently drove back to my apartment.

"You know, it's the best thing to do, not going out for a while. He's not making the danger up."

"Why's that?" I whispered, wiping a tear from my cheek. She met my eyes hesitantly.