Cold-Blooded

Non-Payment

Lauren's POV

I lay back in my seat, extremely frustrated. There have been so many fucking calls tonight, but all I want to do is talk to Camila. I left her when she need me the most. Do I feel like an asshole? Yes. I always have. Camila was never like this. Smoking drugs or drinking. She was always your typical sweet, behaving girl but I guess everything negatively changed her.

"You looked stressed," I hear Zayn's voice.

"Because I am Zayn," I run my hand over my face.

"Why? Is everything smacking you in the face again?" Zayn frowns.

"She hates me Zayn... She has every right too but I just... I just want to talk to her," I hide my face in my palms.

"Hey well you got that hag of Lucy off your back," Zayn says.

"Don't call her that Zayn... She might have done what she did but don't talk like that towards a woman," I rub along my jaw below my ear.

~Flashback~

1 month ago...

I get back from the police station and sigh. It was a stressful day tonight and all I want to do is go to my wife's arms. I go up to our room to see her snacking away on a bag of chips.

"Your home!" Lucy chirps.

"Yeah..." I sigh, sitting down on the bed, taking off my boots.

Lucy comes over and starts massaging my tense muscles. I groan in satisfaction, leaning into her touch. Her fingertips press against the tense tissue releasing all the stress. My phone starts ringing and I grab it. I don't know if it was just my imagination but I felt some nervousness radiating off Lucy. I pick up the call and bring the device up to my ear. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Jauregui?" I hear a female voice on the other side.

"Yes, that's me," I confirm.

"Perfect I was just calling in to tell you, this is your bank and it looks like there has been money withdrawn out of your account," The woman explains.

"How much?" I ask.

"A couple of thousand dollars, you only have about 500 hundred dollars left," The woman confirms.

I widen my eyes and look at Lucy knowing that she is the only one to actually have access to my account. "Thank you for the information ma'am have a great night."

"You too Mrs. Jauregui."

I hang up the phone and throw it on the bed. "A couple of thousand dollars Lucy?!" I raise my voice. "What have you been buying?"

"I-" Lucy begins, "I bought a new house."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I'm moving out," Lucy lets out, "With Veronica."

"Your ex?" I ask.

"She-she came back to me Lauren," Lucy stands up in front of me.

"Lucy are you fucking stupid? Are we talking about the same ex, the same Veronica who left you almost lifeless on the side of the road?" I ask in shock.

Lucy nods and I run a hand through my hair. "I made a mistake. I left the woman I love for you. No, not left ran away from," I said, "Please, grab your stuff and leave we're getting a divorce I don't want to see you ever again."

Yup, that's how it went.

Camila's POV

I knock on the front door as I wait for it to open. Finally, someone new. This guy's name is Michael Bisping, he's 38 and he's not that bad looking for an old man, he's a UFC fighter like ooh-la-la. The door opens to reveal him.

"Hi, you must be Camila right?" He smiles.

"Yeah, and you must be Michael?" I ask.

"Of course come on in beautiful."

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I put on my clothes as Michael just looks at me. "That'll be about 50,000 dollars," I told him after I'm fully dressed.

"50,000 dollars? You're not getting paid," He says.

"Sir you have to pay me," I said nicely.

"I'll send money to your boss, okay?" Michael stands up. He leads me out to the front door and pushes me out. "Leave slut." And he slams the door in front of my face.

"Slut? Fuck you, old piece of shit," I whisper and enter my Rolls Royce. I drive back home and park my car in the garage. I enter inside and Gerald looks at me weirdly.

"What's up with you? You look like your ready to murder someone," He says.

"It's nothing G I have to call Austin real quick," I said whilst walking up the stairs. I dial the boy's number and it doesn't take a minute for him to pick up.

"How did it go?" Austin asks.

"Boss I didn't get the money in cash but he said he will send you the money," I said.

"I said it was supposed to be in cash," Austin says.

"I know boss but he just pushed me out, called me a slut, and closed the door on me," I explain.

"Okay Camila sorry you got called that but hopefully he keeps his side and sends me my fucking money, have a good sleep Camila," Austin says and hangs up.

I put my phone on my nightstand and go to take a shower. Once I'm done I go into my closet to get changed. I grab some joggers and look up to see a familiar hoodie. Lauren's 1975 hoodie. I smile and grab the piece of apparel. I throw it on and leave my closet. I lift the duvet, getting under it and snuggling myself. I close my eyes, breathing in the vanilla scent of the green-eyed girl's hoodie.

I pack all of Lauren's fucking clothes that she left behind. I'm shipping all of that motherfucker's clothes because I'll just be hurting myself if I keep them any longer in my closet. As I'm packing her hoodies away I bite my lower lip at the sight of her 1975 hoodie. I close the box up with tape and hold the hoodie close to me. I kiss it and walk over to my closet. "I loved you, Lauren..." I whisper taking the polaroid of us off my wall. It's a picture of Lauren hugging me from behind, her sunglasses on as she sticks her tongue out while I'm kissing her cheek. I smile at it and back it back where it was.