The Bad Boy Calls Me Enemy [ COMPLETED]

A life without secrets

April.

It was absurd. Why would Christian know about my father when even I didn't know.

"How come you know about it?" I voiced my thoughts.

Christian looked so unwilling before he spoke that for a moment I regretted asking him about it.

I didn't understand what was the deal with my life and secrets anyway. Next time I would prefer a life without any secrets.

"My mother was murdered." He gulped.

I was too stunned to speak. He continued.

"I don't know if it's true or not but my dad and a lot of people believe that it was Jonathan Grey who did it." He completed and I felt a chill run down my back.

That's the first thing I heard about him and guess what it was about how he murdered someone!

I glanced over at him. His jaw was tightened and his eyes weren't meeting mine. I couldn't believe he was sitting with me and talking. Someone whose father might have killed his mom.

"Christian, don't you hate me?" I asked without thinking. This new information was making me lose my mind

"No!" He panicked. He quickly spread his arms and in a second I was hugging him. His warmth felt so good I wanted to be in them forever.

"I could never hate you." He whispered and kissed my hair.

I hugged him tightly. I tried and I tried but I couldn't control and stop the tears from flowing down.

"Hazel, sweetie." He pulled me away and made me look at him. I hated it. I didn't want to see me when I was crying like a baby.

"Don't cry. Seeing you crying is the last thing I want." He tugged a strand of hair behind my ear.

I was looking at his lips and I found him doing the same. Guess we were thinking the same thing.

Our lips were about to touch when a single gunshot fired making us jerk away. My heart bounced out of its ribcage. What the hell?

Before I could say anything gunfire started and I shut my eyes close and clung to his torso as a baby monkey clings to his mother.

"It's okay." He murmured. "I'm here."

"Should I hide?" I asked peeking up at him. He was so tall his face looked far away.

"No. They'll find you in the house and I won't be able to protect you. Stay with me instead." He said and held my hand.

"Let's go." He pulled out a gun from a cabinet in his room. This house had guns stored around in every corner, didn't it? It wasn't a surprise that I didn't find it strange anymore.

We left his room and the moment we stepped out I saw two bulky men standing outside, waiting for us.

Before I could scream both of them were shot in the head and their bodies fell, my scream followed after that. What just happened?

I looked at Christian whose face was blank. He held my hand tighter as we moved forward.

He had just killed two people in a fraction of a second with a straight face.

The thought made my skin shiver.

As we entered the living room all I could see was red. Thick dark red color filled the entire room including the kitchen.

"Ryan." Christian called. "Report, Now"

A lean and muscular guy came rushing towards us. Soon they began to talk like usual as if nothing was wrong. Even when I could see more and more of those bulky dudes entering the house.