"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦
Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the...
Vexed /vexed/ adj. feeling or showing irritation, annoyance, or distress
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HE STEPPED INTO her house. She could only watch him as he shut the door behind himself. For some reason, Avelina felt rooted in her spot. The man she hadn't seen in years was in her house. Her mind kept surfing over the memories of the most tragic day in life from the last time she saw him.
"W-What are you doing here?" She asked, backing up. Avelina picked up on the hurt that flashed in his eyes. She didn't know how she should feel with him standing only a few feet away from her.
"I wanted to talk to you, but it wasn't possible with the Russian's around," he said.
"How did you know I'd he here? Were you following me?" She exclaimed. Vincent let out a sigh. He should've known this wasn't going to be as easy as he had originally planned it to be.
"No. My men have always been ordered to watch over you," he stated. His blue eyes pierced into her own. Her mind began to process his words.
If it weren't for how badly she wanted to lay down and cry her eyes out, she would've lost her mind. Avelina began to feel like she had absolutely zero privacy. It was almost as if every decision she made had already been strategically planned out for her.
"I can't do this tonight. I am exhausted, my head hurts, and I'm just so confused about everything," she murmured. Her hand had risen up to her head, where she began to rub her temples soothingly.
Adrik kept playing out in her mind. It seemed as if the more she tried to push him away from her thoughts, the more he kept reappearing. It only seemed to add to the throbbing pain in her mind.
"I want to be here for you. All I ever wanted was to protect you from all of this, and it would've been successful if it weren't for that stupid idiot, Johnathan," Vincent let out, sounding irritated.
"What was your plan-to leave me thinking that all my family was dead for the rest of my life?"
"Trust me, your life was better when you believed everyone was dead," he told her. She shook her head.
There were so many questions she still needed to be answered, but every time she opened her mouth to speak, she found herself closing it again. It didn't help that her headache wouldn't go away.
He tried to walk closer to her, but she quickly moved away from him. It didn't matter that he was her brother. She couldn't trust him. She couldn't trust anyone. If she were the person she was months ago, she would've been happy to know she had a brother out there. For some reason, the more she looked at the man in front of her, the more vexed she became.
"Yeah. It was," she agreed, allowing her disappointment to settle within her words.
Avelina walked over to her front door, where she pulled it open for him. She couldn't handle talking about the situation any longer. It was bad enough that she wished she just flip a switch and forget that the past few months ever happened.
