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~~ BELLA'S POV ~~
I spotted a black sports car, and there were two men in it. One was sitting in the driver's seat, and the other on the passenger's side. Quickly making my way toward the car, I tried opening the back door, and thankfully, it wasn't locked, so I entered the back seat.
I pointed a gun at each of them. "Drive if you still love your life."
"What the f**k?" The one sitting at the driver's seat screamed.
"Shut that trash you call a mouth and drive. Also, don't look back," I said, trying to be calm, and he ignited the engine.
"Kiara, can you hear me?" I called while still pointing a gun at both of them.
"Yes, I can still pick up your signal."
"Are those men still on my trail?"
"Yes, they surely aren't going to let you go free after killing their boss. Just try to disguise yourself; you're almost close to your bike, so be careful," she said and disconnected.
Ding!
I heard a disturbing sound from Butterfly and quickly held my head with one of my hands.
"What is wrong with you?" I whispered but got no response, which is strange.
Did Butterfly decide to leave me?
I was still feeling a throbbing headache when my eyes fell on the clothes scattered beside me.
"Who owns these clothes?" I questioned in the most polite way I could.
"His." The one on the passenger's side pointed to the one driving.
I dropped my guns and took off my sweater. I picked up one of the white long-sleeve t-shirts and wore it. This should be a better disguise.
"Kiara, are we almost there?"
"Yes, yes, you're there," she said, and I spotted my bike.
"Stop!" I screamed, and the car came to an unholy halt, throwing me forward since I wasn't wearing seat belts.
I was about to come out when Kiara screamed, "What?"
I retorted as the pain in my head was becoming unbearable, "They are behind you; you need to be careful," she said.
"It's okay, I got this," I signed.
"Hey, Mr. Driver."
"What?" He retorted immediately, as if I was about to kill him.
"I want you to step out with me immediately I step out, okay."
"What? Now you're giving me orders. First, you entered my car without asking, and..."
"Just shut that trash up, okay?" I screamed and took a look at my watch, to find it was already 11 pm, and I needed to get home before twelve, unless Mum would kill me. I took a deep breath to calm myself so I can explain things better to him.
"Okay, I know that I am at fault, and it's against courtesy to behave the way I am, but this would be my last order or request as I'm about to step out. Just do it so I can get the f**k out of here," I said and removed the band I used to hold my hair into a ponytail, leaving them to flow freely, then hid both my guns under the t-shirt I was wearing before stepping out.
It was dark, so I couldn't see his face properly, but still, I smiled.
I spotted Bolin's men coming from a distance and drew him in for a kiss.
He was resistant and tried pulling away, but I held him still.
And I could bet on the fact that something about him was very familiar.
This kiss felt like a deja vu, and I couldn't help but wonder if we've ever met.
When I noticed Bolin's men were away, I bit his lips and pulled away.
"Thanks, baby," I pecked him and took the dark shade he kept on his shirt before crossing to the other side of the road and zoomed off with my bike.
~~ LEON'S POV ~~
"You shouldn't have sent the bodyguards away," Matt kept complaining like a kid who had their candy taken away.
"Why are you scared?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not scared; it's just that you're a mafia king, and you have so many enemies. What if one tries..."
"Just shut up, okay? I'm well aware of my status, and that's why we're in disguise and..."
I couldn't complete my statement when a lady barged into the car.
"Drive if you still love your life," she instructed, pointing a gun at me and Matt.
"What the hell?!" I screamed.
"Shut the trash up and drive. You better not look back." I wasn't in for any drama, so I ignited the engine and drove off. I wanted to see what she wanted to do, although I couldn't see her face, she had this commanding authority that could compel anyone to do as she wants.
Maybe she's a witch. Even so, she could have just politely asked for a ride.
"Kiara, can you hear me?" she said, speaking to someone.
"Leon," Matt signaled.
"What, and why are you whispering?" I raised an eyebrow.
"She is Bella, the same girl," he whispered, and I turned to make sure my friend wasn't high on anything at the moment.
"How do you know? And what makes you think that Bella would hop right into my car and not pull the trigger on me?"
"Remember the girl we kidnapped... ahem, saved? That's Kiara; she's her right-hand person," he informed.
"How sure are you?" I questioned, trying to confirm if he still had his senses intact and wasn't just hallucinating. Then he pointed to the rearview mirror.
"Who owns these shirts?" she questioned, and Matt answered her. I could see her take off her sweater, revealing her boobs.
'Shit, get your eyes off her.'
I cursed myself and shifted my attention back to the road.
"Hey, Mr. Driver," she called.
"What is it?" I replied annoyed.
"I want you to step out of the car with me immediately I step out, okay?"
"What? Now you're giving me orders. First, you got into my car without asking, and..."
"Just shut that trash up, okay?" she screamed at me, and I couldn't believe I was going to marry this lady.
"Okay, I know I am at fault, and it's against courtesy to behave the way I did, but this would be my last order or request as I'm about to step out. So just do it so I can get the fuck out of here."
I could tell she was trying to be calm, and I wondered if it was the last or the beginning of her orders.
I stepped out of the car, and she was wearing my white t-shirt with her hair over her shoulder. She looked hot, just to admit the facts.
But she suddenly pulled me closer and slammed her lips on mine, stopping my thoughts. I wanted to pull back, but she held her stand and bit me before pulling away.
"Thanks, baby," she took my dark shades, wore them, and crossed to the other side of the road, and zoomed off on the motorcycle parked there.
"Bro, your bride is dangerous," Matt screamed as I got into the car.
"Shut the fuck up," I replied, but he suddenly started laughing.
I turned to look at him, and he knew what I meant and shut the hell up
as I drove off , but still couldn't stop wondering how this girl is so brave