The Possessive Criminal { On Hold }

II. Letter of Warning

Louise's Pov :

Today is the day I received another letter and package from dad. I went outside to the mailbox to retrieve my mail. As I opened the door, Cold morning air hit me as I welcomed it. I saw that the flag was up. Guess it's already here. I also checked that the black car was still there. Like I said, maybe coincidence.

I placed the flag down and took the letter and parcel out. I went inside and quickly opened it. Instead of the usual greeting, I read :

" Louise, Be wary and careful of your surroundings. Also watch out for anything suspicious. If someone suddenly came into your apartment and it's not Robert, Call me and run away from that place. Be safe. Dad.x "

The letter sounded like a warning as if someone was coming. After that, I opened the package to see 2,000 dollars and a can of pepper spray. I sighed as I held the can.

" Dad, I'm not 18 anymore. I can handle things and my safety already, " I said, looking at the portrait in the coffee table.

I kept the can anyway and decided to freshen up. After this, I'm heading to Maurice's again.

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After freshening up, I went out, only wearing a creamy beige shirt and white shorts with white flats. I tied my hair into a ponytail but left strands on the right side of my face.

As I walked down to Maurice's, The feeling of being watched still lingers. Especially when I passed by the black car. Seriously, Out of all colors, this car has to be black. Not that I hate black, but the car gave out a suspicious feeling. I looked straight ahead and walked faster.

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In the cafe, I talked to Chet about the letter. He's the only person I can trust in this place.

" Seems like to me your dad is telling you to be alert about that suspicious person. Who knows, Hen. He might be one of the toughest criminals, 'specially 'bout that particular one, " Chet said, looking concerned.

" Who, Chet? Which particular criminal? ," I asked, suddenly interested in the topic.

" I don't know. I think He goes by the name of Christian but His real name is Kristiano Giovanni Pasqual. I've heard of him looking for a woman in the city. Must've been his lover or.... a lady in the night. " Chet nearly said wh*re but minded his words. What a gentleman.

" But They said the woman died though in a car accident some years ago. He's still looking for her though. Must've been in desperate hopes that she might be alive. Poor fell- "

" One Americano please, " Someone from behind cutted in.

" Oh sure! Gimme a minute, " Chet said as He prepared the Americano.

The tall guy, probably 6'5, sat beside the stool beside me. I looked at the corner of my eyes and blushed. He's really handsome. Blondish dark brown hair that brought out and complemented his enchanting hazel eyes. His Five o' Clock shadow made him even more sexier. What am I saying?! Get a grip, hormones! But really, He looks too handsome to be real.

He noticed me looking at him and grinned. He faced me and asked, " Is there something wrong with my face? "

Yes. You're perfect and handsome.

" N-nothing. Sorry for staring, " I stuttered and looked down, blushing. Why did I stuttered?!

He chuckled. Hearing his deep sexy chu- shut up, brain.

" So, What's your name, Miss?, " He asked.

I nearly answered with Louise but quickly said, " Henna. Henna Clarkson. "