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Chapter 160: I Won't Do Anything St**id Chapter 160: I Won't Do Anything St**d Angelia

"We don't like you walking outside when it is dark. It will put all our worries to bed if we know you are safe." Marshall said.

Safe? If they only knew. Once again, the thought strikes me that I should tell them. They were more equipped to handle this than me, weren't they? It would have been so much easier for me if I could have handed this craziness over to someone else. Just a few words and I wouldn't be doing this alone. But like the idiot I was, I knew I would keep quiet. Sure, the threat could be bluff, but was that really something I wanted to gamble on? "Are you there, baby girl?" He spoke through the phone, forcing me out of my train of thought.

I

"Yes, I am here. How... how did you know I was back at my apartment?" I wondered, thinking it was strange that I hadn't told him or the other two about it.

"I swung by Andy's place first but he was outside when I got there and told me you had moved

back.'

"Oh, okay. Ummm, give me twenty minutes and then I will be right down."

"Sure thing, I will wait right here. Take as much time as you need."

But I didn't, I hurried through the motions, washing my clothes and putting on some makeup to hide my blotchiness and replaceing suitable clothes to wear to the club. It was a simple dress that met the dress code, nothing special about it and that was perfect for me. I didn't feel like dressing up. The phone rang again just as I put on some ballet flats.

"I am done, I will be down in a second." I answered, thinking it was Marshall on the line, all the while grabbing my shoulder bag and making sure I had everything I would need with me.

"Hello, my dear." A man's distorted voice greeted me and I grew cold.

The voice was decisively not Marshall's. No, this was someone else and I had a strong feeling this was someone I wouldn't want to talk to.

"W..who is this?" I stammered as I felt my pulse rise, knowing instinctively that whoever this was, was the same person who had sent me those pictures and text messages.

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"That doesn't matter, not yet anyway. What does matter is the fact that you wanted to test me despite my promise to you." A distorted male's voice spoke from the other line.

It was impossible to identify sound too mechanical to be a real voice, the robotic-like quality of it brought shivers down my spine.

"I thought we had an understanding?"

"We d..do." my own voice shook as I answered, betraying my nerves.

"Then why is one of your boytoys parked outside your apartment?"

The question chilled me to the core, because if this person knew Marshall was outside, then that meant he had eyes on my building. Maybe this person was outside at that very moment. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dried.

"I am only m.. meeting them to c..call it off." I mumbled.

"You could have done that by text." He said.

I

"I could have," I agreed shakingly.

"B..but I need to tell them face to face. It is the least I can do."

"Don't do anything st****id." "He warned.

"I don't need to remind you of what could happen if you do?"

"I remember, I won't do anything st***d." I hastily promised, my skin felt clammy and my body suddenly weak as if I was on the verge of passing out.

"Maybe

not but be warned, my dear. They will not come between us, I will make sure of it even if it means an early grace for them. Choose wisely."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to block it all out, him and the voice that grated my ears. I tried blocking out the chill running down my spine and this coldness seeping into my body but it was impossible. This man had already infiltrated my mind and made a home there, filling it with dark threats and nightmares.

"Why me?" I whispered, feeling a tear slip past the defense of my eyelid. He laughed as if the question was funny and it only made me feel colder.

"Because we are meant to be together, you will realize it soon enough and then you will be happy to have me by your side."

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would never happen, I swore but the words never made their way out of my mouth, I was too afraid to rail him up. Who knew what he could do when pushed?

"We will talk soon." He promised me but it felt like another one of his warnings.

His threat hung in the air long after he ended the call, the air was thick with it and making it hard to breathe. It felt like I was drowning in it. My emotions wreaked havoc in my body. For a second,

I allowed myself to med by it and

it and let myself sink into the well of all the dark and

T

heavy feelings that crowded I swallowed down the lump in my throat and steeled myself to go downstairs to Marshall. This meeting wouldn't be easy but it had to be done. I had to, I couldn't start doubting my decision.

Maid

I my chest, but only for a second. Wiping away a lonesome tear,

I felt like a self-sacrificing idiot but wasn't that how it should be if it meant keeping those you cared about safe? A knock on the door made me flinch, still feeling the effects of the phone call.

"Are you okay, baby girl?" Marshall's voice was like a balm for my nerves and for the first time in what felt like ages, I could breathe easier. The only person outside my door was one I cared about.

"I am coming right now." I said to him, surprised when my voice came out steady. Beating down whatever hesitation I might have still felt, I went to the door and opened it.

My breath caught the second I stepped outside as his warm eyes connected with mine. There were so many feelings flashing through his gaze, still I didn't let myself read them. I was so afraid I would see something there that would make leaving even harder. Although, I didn't know if it would be possible for it to be harder than it already

was.

His usually easy smile that showcased his beautiful dimples was nowhere to be found. Instead, it was strained and sad. The last time we had spoken, I had come at him with all my heart had betrayal and to say it had been a tough conversation would be an understatement. I can still recall the last time I spoke to him in the park when I confronted him about what they had kept from me. I had been a little broken and a little scarred and a lot of hurt. He was the one I found the easiest to approach, which was why I had wanted to talk to him first. He always had this laid-back way about him that had drawn me to him right from the start. It made me feel safe and calm, which I had needed the most when it became time to deal with their betrayal. Even with the sadness surrounding us both, I still felt the ease of being with him now and my soul yearned to never let go of that feeling of tranquility he provided. That was this instant humming beneath my skin as I joined him outside my apartment. Every cell of my body begged me to cross the small gap between us and fling myself into his arms and the safety of his embrace. Even with the trust currently broken between us, I didn't think my craving for him and the other two would ever go away. He was wearing a dark gray suit that was fitted to his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Two of the buttons on his shirt beneath his jacket were undone, and I just knew it was because the formal wear felt stiffening to him. He was more of a jean and t-shirt kind of guy but 3/4 Chapter 160; I Won't Do Anything St***id

d***n, he looked good in it. It had only been a couple of days since I had seen him last but standing in front of him now, it felt like ages ago. The sight of him was heartbreakingly beautiful.

I noticed he had been able to get inside the building but I didn't comment on it. If Riccardo still had the key from when he fixed the ceiling and shower, then Marshall had probably borrowed it from him. Frankly, it made me feel safer knowing they could reach me if I needed them. cleared his throat as he took me in as well. em. He "You...ehm,"

," he cleared his throat 'again as his eyes slipped down the modest cleavage of my dress.

His gaze was like a physical touch as it dragged across the swell of my breasts and my skin prickled with it, making my nipples tighten into hard points underneath my bra. It was like my body was disconnected from my brain because, after that phone call, I really shouldn't be getting turned on right now, but I was. I was. Chapter Comments

Kat

Can we get over this already, please?

Talk to them NOW and let's get this back to the good vibes we are here for.

V

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