Chapter 5
Verra POV
I managed to slip past her. I had to jump from room to
room until I reached the garage and grabbed one of the cars. Now, she stood
right in front of me. Her cap was gone probably knocked off during the chase
confirming that I actually made my escape.
Sneaking out was easy once you stopped feeling like
using the front door was some kind of taboo. I slouched over the steering
wheel, the light casting shadows on her face, though I could barely make out
her features. Still, I knew this wasn’t a game for either of us.
“Get out of the car!” she shouted, her voice booming.
I’d thought she was a woman of few words, but now she was yelling like hell. I
made sure all the doors were locked. She clearly thought her shouting would
make a difference.
I pressed down on the gas pedal.
Her hand stayed casually tucked in her pocket as she
planted herself firmly on the ground with a brace. Did she really think I
wouldn’t hit her with the car? I was that heartless. I certainly wasn’t going
to waste any time on the consequences we had plenty of land around here for
burial grounds.
“Get out of the car!” she shouted again.
I slowly reversed the car, a sly smile curling on my
lips as I watched her assume I was backing into the garage. Then I slammed on
the brakes, stopping abruptly. She still stood her ground. One hand slipped out
of her pocket, signaling for me to turn the car around.
I had no problem knocking her down; her massive frame
wouldn’t save her. Then she’d see just how much more massive my car was.
“Get out of the way,” I whispered, a clear warning.
She couldn’t say I didn’t give her one. I revved the engine, the car lunging
forward but then I slammed on the brakes again, stalling it.
“Get out of the way, woman.”
She stayed put, a daring smirk playing on her lips.
“Alright.”
I shifted into drive and floored the accelerator down
the path. I was closing in, but she remained rooted, unshaken. My eyes narrowed
as I realized she wasn’t moving. Just before I could hit her, I swung the wheel
sharply to the side. Glancing behind me, she was still standing there.
I could’ve killed her.
Or maybe she knew I didn’t have the guts. Sure, Daddy
was rich enough to buy me justice, but I didn’t have the stomach to live with
the weight of killing someone.
Still… she’d deserve it.
She turned around slowly, and part of me wanted to
stop the car and call it a night. But I couldn’t miss out on all the fun. She
just stood there; no fear shaking her, not a single thought rattling her calm.
I drove toward the gate, pressing the horn. The guards
quickly swung it open, and I sped out.
This was a regular occurrence, but tonight didn’t feel
routine. Something told me she was coming after me and I didn’t like that
feeling one bit.
***********
Eliza and Willina were already at the bar.
“Sup, bitches!” I yelled as I slid onto a stool.
Ryan, the bartender, approached after serving the
other side of the counter. Liquor bottles were stacked neatly on shelves behind
him. Ryan chuckled smoothly. I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I’ve had the
wildest night. I need a dozen shots to go with it.”
He winked. “Coming right up.”
I tossed my purse down and turned to my friends. “Care
to fill me in?”
“We need a booth.”
Will rolled her eyes. “The bar is packed, dummy that’s
why we’re stuck here.”
I laughed. “Sitting at the bar isn’t so bad… other
women do it.” I nodded toward the biker women clustered almost across the room.
“Wild-ass night!” I shouted over the pulsing disco music. We usually didn’t
stay at one bar or club for too long. I was always on the move. But something
told me she wouldn’t find me; she had no clue about my real hangout spots.
“What happened?” Eliza asked, already feeling the
effects of her shots.
“New bodyguard.”
“Again?”
“Female. A bitch. Almost killed her.”
They shot me a look.
“You almost killed her?” Willina asked in sharp
alarm.
“Yep.” I nodded, pulling cash and my phone from my
bag. A text from my boyfriend popped up; meet at the Pink Flamingo, the club
known for its pink LED lights that was basically its whole vibe.
“We’re meeting Zhang at the Pink Flamingo.”
They nodded in approval.
“How’d you almost kill the bodyguard? with your
handbag?” Will smirked.
“Mocking me isn’t nice, you know?”
Ryan stepped over with the tray of shots, setting it
down carefully.
“Take a shot, Ryan,” I urged him.
“Sweet.” He grinned and downed a shot in one go.
The girls and I eagerly reached for the drinks,
laughter bubbling up around us.
Ryan leaned on the counter; his piercing blue eyes
fixed on me. “Care to share what made it such a wild night?”
“Are you teasing me now? I swear, I almost committed
murder. She just wouldn’t back down. No fear of death at all.”
“Back down from what?” Ryan asked, curious.
“The damn road. She literally stood there, daring me
to hit her. Of course, I didn’t.”
I found myself intrigued. Why no fear of death? She’d
been staring it right in the face.
“Who is she, anyway?”
“The new bodyguard. She’s scary,” I muttered, feeling
the fifth shot unwind inside me. I settled deeper onto the stool but couldn’t
stop scanning the bar. I might actually spot her. This place wasn’t exactly
popular. It sat too far on the edge of the city.
“A woman as a bodyguard? That’s tough. Good luck
getting protected,” Eliza teased.
“Didn’t you hear me? She’s damn scary. Means she takes
her job seriously. She owns the firm my father’s been using for years.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure she won’t find you.”
“One minute, girls,” Ryan said, excusing himself from
the conversation.
“She can find me. If the others trailed me all night,
I’m pretty sure she’s not far behind.”
Willina stared off, thoughtful. “What could she use?
Did she tag your outfit or something?”
I ran my hand along my dress. “No. She never
officially made it into my room. If she had, that’s when she would’ve realized
I’d escaped.”
“Then let’s have fun and stop worrying. It’s not like
she’s the first guard to chase you around the city.”
I smirked, almost forgetting that. Still, I found her
a little unsettling. “I think she used to be in the army.” I’d never had a
guard with a military background before usually they were firefighters or
police officers. “That’s probably why she’s a bit scary.”
“Does she look scary?”
“Yeah. There’s a scar stretching… God knows how far
from her lips.”
“Oh, she must be ugly,” Eliza said with a smirk.
I didn’t think she was ugly. Perfect black hair, a
killer body. She might be intimidating to anyone who approached her, but I
doubted she was anything but professional.
“Probably,” I said with a grin. “But I don’t want any
more shots. Take the rest.” My eyes kept drifting toward the entrance. She
didn’t see the clothes I wore, did she? Knowing her, she probably caught a
glimpse.
“Come on, you drink those like water.”
“We have a club to hit.”
“What club?” Ryan chimed in. He was probably the most
handsome guy here, with his cheese-colored blond hair and North Pole blue eyes.
“The Pink Flamingo.”
“I’ve always wanted to work there,” Ryan said.
“Pity you can’t,” Willina chimed in sarcastically.
“You can,” I said. I wasn’t all bad. I just loved
being the center of attention and would do whatever it took to get it. I
supposed that made me a certified bitch. “Have you been bartending all your
life?”
“Pretty much,” Ryan replied.
“You need credentials to work at most clubs in the
city,” Willina added.
“No, you don’t.”
“You’re practically at the back of the moon, so you
wouldn’t know, Verra,” Eliza said with a grin.
“What kind of credentials?”
“To work at clubs like the Pink Flamingo, you need a
degree in mixology and a bachelor’s in hospitality management,” Ryan explained.
“Seriously?” I said, realizing no one was joking.
“Pink Flamingo isn’t even that great. All it has going for it is a modern look.
They make pink look ugly. I’m not really a pink kind of girl. I like my colors
to blend and create art, whether in fashion or room design. The rest of the
mansion doesn’t matter.”
“It’s all serious business here in the city,” Ryan
said.
I nodded; my eyes fixed on the entrance. A woman
walked in, and my gut twisted my intuition screaming it was her. I wanted to
run, but she made no move to chase. She wasn’t ugly not with those cold,
stone-gray eyes locked onto me.
She really wasn’t ugly. I forgot she was here to drag
me back to that boring mansion, probably in the worst way possible. But I
couldn’t help but study her beauty. The scar ran in a thin, imperfect line
behind her earlobe, vanishing into the thick strands of her charcoal-black
hair.
Her features were flawless, except for a few stray
hairs etched across her forehead, about as long as my middle finger.
She prowled up to the bar, pulled out a stool, and sat
down close beside me, as if she weren’t here to collect me. Ryan moved to stand
and greet her, but I grabbed his arm. “Take more shots with us,” I said,
uneasy.
She shifted the entire atmosphere in the room my
friends could feel it too. Pity they didn’t know she was right here with us.
Is she the stalker?
We all reached for a shot.
“Thought you were done for the night,” Willina
sneered.
“I thought you’d never shut up,” I shot back.
We downed our shots, and Ryan moved to attend to her.
“Let’s go, guys,” I whispered softly.
“Why are you whispering?”
“She’s here.”
They glanced around, but I grabbed their arms, pulling
them off the stools and rushing toward the exit.
As we sprinted to my car, I fumbled with the keys and
threw open the door.
“Ms. Avalon?” Her deep voice sounded behind me.
“The door is open—run!” I shouted, slamming into the
driver’s seat and starting the engine.
“Don’t you dare run!” she yelled.
We didn’t listen. Everyone piled into the car.
“Shut the door!” I demanded, quickly pressing the
locks down.
A sudden pounding rattled the window on Eliza side.
“Drive!” Eliza shouted.
“The keys, guys!” I said frantically, trying to insert
the ignition key. My heart was racing faster than it ever had during a chase.
I laughed loudly as the engine roared to life. I
backed out, swinging the rear of the car just inches from her.
I rolled down the window, stuck my head out, and
yelled, “Almost!” before flipping her the middle finger.
“That was actually scary!” Willina exclaimed.
“I know, but fun! Next stop—the Pink Flamingo.”
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