Rugged To The Core

Chapter 93

A/N: Sorry guys, I'm currently writing exams. I have a paper tomorrow but I just had to publish this today. To top it off I don't have a phone anymore, I write with my PC and publish via my sister's phone (because for some reason I can't publish with my PC). It'll get better soon though. I love you guys.

Abel

     Knowing she was just behind him and could pinpoint his location, he shut the door as quietly as he could to prevent from signaling his location to her. Sighing, he rested his head against the door and began to hyperventilate. He then folded his arms against the door and placed his head on his folded arms. He drew his legs back so he was now fully leaning against the door.

     Lucky had really been kissing someone else, he wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen every second of it. He had been watching her and she never even knew, but then again that's how she was. Ever so absentminded, she never noticed the world around her. It wasn't easy to remain impassive and undetected the whole time. It was especially difficult when she'd begun to dance with Orland. In the same wicked manner she had danced with him at Fabian's club. The only thing that kept him from appearing to crack Orland's face open was the fact that she continuously egged the bastard on, wrapping his arms around her and urging him to touch her. She wanted it. It was almost as if she knew he was watching and did all these to torment him. Or maybe she was truly moving on. Either of those possibilities stung him deeply.

Abel didn't even know why he came to the party in the first place. Maybe it was because Moustapha had asked him to look after his sister. Knowing he couldn't protect her himself, Moustapha had mentioned it to him because he was certain he'd definitely go wanting to protect her. Moustapha was right. He would always protect her. Trouble was never far away from Lucky, and he would be damned if he left any window open for trouble to find her. But why did she have to go and kiss Best and mess up his game? Was this the doing of someone who claimed to love him? Because he was starting to feel irrelevant again and he didn't like it.

Abel peeled off the door and strode deeper into the room. He hated himself for always wanting to shield her even when she wasn't his anymore. He cursed at himself for being here, supposedly watching over someone who had clearly purged him out of her system. To hell with it, he was going to completely erase her from his life too.

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     Best let out a small cough just as he regained consciousness. The first thing he felt was coolness on his cheek that was pressed against the tiled floor. In his line of vision was a toilet and a cubicle. He wondered know how he'd gotten into a bathroom. Palming the floor, he hoisted himself up, feeling rathet heavy. Now on his feet, he winced in pain and cupped his forehead. Suddenly, it dawned on him. He'd been with Lucky who was in bad shape and someone had jumped him from behind.

Now on edge, he turned and raced to the door. He jiggled the knob, it was locked. He then began to pat himself for his phone. All his pockets were empty. He was now convinced it had fallen off when he was jumped. Very quickly, the magnitude of the situation began to hit him. Lucky was in danger, he had been with her, he couldn't protect her, they had taken her from him after blindsiding him.

"This is not happening..." He said to himself as he reached for the door again.

He paused when he heard voices and pressed his ear against the door.

A small whimper he recognised as Lucky's resounded and someone shushed. "Relax, I'm only giving you what you've always wanted." He recognised the voice, it was impossible not to. It was Bola.