#Chapter38
XAVIER POV
I walked into the room and saw Lia walk into a different one. I wanted nothing but to go with her - her face had obvious looks of pain and stress.
I knew she had a few rough weeks and even though I was the one who got shot, it was easier for me than her. Watching the person you love get shot is probably the worst thing ever and she had to go through it.
I sit down on the table opposite a buff man with tanned skin, a bald head and lots of tattoos trailing his arms and neck.
/"This is for you../" he passes me an envelope that has no address on it. I open it and read what it says.
Xavier,
I may not have been able to kill her but I'll make sure the job is done.
Love Eric.
/"What the fuck is this shit!/" I yell, the man who is obviously a fake cop shrugs.
/"Don't shoot the messenger. Eric King has made an appointment for you to visit him tomorrow morning at 8am,/" he says.
