"I don't care what people may think," Jonathan said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion as his bloody self made him look deadly., "but if you don't let her go, I swear you're dying tonight".
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Fernandez let out a maniacal laugh, the sound sending chills down Mia's spine. "you think you can threaten me, you think your mere words can make me crumble in fear," he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with amusement laughing again, the sound echoing off the walls. "I'll believe it when I see it, Jonathan. You're all bark and no bite!"
Jonathan's expression darkened at Fernandez words, his eyes locked on Mia with an unnerving intensity. "I'm not making threats, Fernandez. I'm making promises. Let. Her. Go."
Fernandez's laughter slowly died down, replaced by a cold, silence.
And within seconds of the silence, sudden burst of gunfire followed, Jonathan's men shot into the air, the loud reports making people scream and scramble for cover. Mia's heart skipped a beat as she struggled to free herself from Fernandez's iron grip.
"Stop, stop, stop! Let me go!" she cried, her voice hoarse with fear and frustration.
Fernandez's face turned dark as he noticed Jonathan was holding back. "If I let her go, Jonathan, next time I get hold of her, I'm never letting go."
Jonathan's jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with fury. But then, in a swift move, Fernandez released his grip on Mia, shoving her away from him.
Mia stumbled, catching herself just in time. She turned to see Jonathan's deadly stare fixed on Fernandez, his eyes promising retribution.
"Watch your back twice, Maurizio," Fernandez taunted, his cold look still plastered on his face.
Jonathan's response was a low, menacing growl. He turned on his heel and walked away, his anger palpable. Mia hesitated for a moment before following him, her heart still racing from the encounter.
As they walked, the tension between them was palpable. Mia couldn't shake off the feeling that this was far from over. She glanced back at Fernandez, who was still watching them with an unnerving grin.
What just happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but enough for Jonathan to hear. However, he ignored her and walked out of the hall into the sleek black limo waiting outside.
Mia entered the limo, noticing that Tyga wasn't in the driver's seat. "Where's Tyga?" she asked, but no one answered.
"Drive," Jonathan ordered, his voice low and menacing.
The limo began to move, and Mia tried to break the silence. "I'm sorry about the dress," she said, hoping to start a conversation.
But Jonathan ignored her, pouring himself a drink to calm down. Mia's eyes fixed on his bloodied knuckles and shirt. "What happened to your hands, Jona?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.
Jonathan finally spoke, snapping at her. "Can you STOP TALKING?"
Mia's anger flared. "Well, it's not my fault that I cared to ask! What's with you anyway? You brought me to a dumb party, left me all alone, only to come back bloody, and now you're giving me the silence treatment like everything was my fault!"
She pulled off the mask that had been suffocating her all night, throwing it away from her. "I had to wear this stupid mask for hours, for reasons I know nothing about!" Mia exclaimed, "and who the fuck was that man?" she asked curiously. "And what the hell did he mean by 'next time he gets hold of me, he's never letting go'?" she added, expecting a response from Jonathan, but he totally ignored her, pouring himself another drink.
Jonathan's stony silence was beginning to frustrate Mia. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't just open up to her, especially after everything that had just happened. Mia's anger and frustration simmered just below the surface, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Fine, be that way," she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes fixed on the window as the city blurred by.
The limousine glided smoothly through the streets, the only sound the soft hum of the engine. Mia's anger slowly gave way to hurt; she felt like she was drowning in the silence, crushed by Jonathan's ignorance.
She turned back to him, her eyes blazing with hurt. "You're really going to sit there and say nothing? After everything that's happened tonight?" she spoke, but Jonathan's expression didn't change, his eyes still fixed on some point outside the window.
Mia's face crumpled, her anger and hurt boiling over. "Stop the car!" she blurted out. The driver stared at her through the rearview mirror, then looked at Jonathan, waiting for a response.
"PULL THE FUCK OVER!" Mia yelled, but the driver still looked at Jonathan, waiting for confirmation.
"You heard her, pull over," Jonathan finally spoke up, his voice calm. Mia scoffed, and immediately the driver pulled over. She opened the limo door, surprised to find it unlocked, and stepped out, walking in the opposite direction. She had no idea where she was going, but she didn't care. As she heard the limo zoom off, she felt a mix of emotions: anger, hurt, and a sense of disappointment wash over her.
Mia continued to walk, her heels clicking on the pavement, her destination unknown. The city streets were unfamiliar, and the darkness seemed to swallow her whole. Cars whizzed by, their headlights casting eerie shadows on the sidewalk. The sky above was a deep, foreboding grey, with clouds that seemed to swirl in every direction. A faint flash of lightning illuminated, making her heart skip a beat.
As she walked, her anger and hurt boiled over, her feet carrying her away from Jonathan's stony silence. But her stride was interrupted by a sudden pain in her heel. She stumbled, her foot twisting awkwardly as the strap on her shoe snapped, leaving her hobbling on one foot.
"Great," she muttered, yanking off the broken shoe and flinging it into the darkness. The sound of it hitting the pavement was satisfying, but it did little to alleviate her frustration. Now barefoot, she continued walking, her gait uneven as she tried to compensate for the missing shoe, Mia kicked off her remaining shoe and continued walking barefoot, her feet aching as she navigated the rough pavement.
Just as she was starting to get used to the feeling of the cool pavement beneath her feet, the sky opened up, and a gentle rain began to fall. Mia cursed under her breath, shaking her head in annoyance. But as if the sky had taken her words as a challenge, the rain grew heavier, drumming against her skin like a thousand tiny fingers.
With no shelter in sight, Mia gave up, letting the rain soak through her clothes and hair. She walked, her bare feet slapping against the wet pavement, her eyes fixed on the ground. And then, in a moment of desperation, she looked up at the sky and begged, "Please, just stop. I've had enough."
But the rain only grew stronger, pounding against her like a relentless drumbeat. Mia's annoyance and frustration hardened, her jaw clenched in anger. Just as she was about to give up on the path she had chosen, a car pulled over beside her. The driver's window whined down, and a voice spoke with a thick German accent, "Miss Emilia, Sir Blacksmith ordered that you get into the car."
Mia ignored him and continued walking, but the limo slowly followed her, keeping pace beside her, hoping she'd change her mind.
But she didn't, which made Jonathan, seated in the back, whine down the window. "EMILIA, GET INTO THE CAR NOW!!" he ordered, his voice holding power and control.
"NO!!" Mia refuted, frustrating Jonathan, whose frustration was evident on his face.
"LAST CHANCE, MIA, DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF!!!" he shouted.
"Well, I can repeat myself, Jonathan," she replied, "and that's NO!! Until you tell me all I asked for, I'll remain out here and keep walking till God knows where." She turned her back, ignoring Jonathan's continued calls.