Maybe that's why I haven't let myself fall back in love with Paul….. "I'm telling you, Ana; Paul likes you. It's so obvious to everyone." Even if that's true, I can't do anything about it. On top of which… I don't want to hurt him.
With a long sigh, I opened my apartment door. "I'm home," I always announced this when I came in. Yes, I live alone but it's an old habit from my time living in the manor. I had just enough time to toss my backpack down onto the floor and kick off my converse until….
"There you are." Holy shot! I literally stumbled backwards a few steps at the familiar- but not too familiar- voice. My eyes shot over to see Mr. Bodyguard standing in the middle of my living room. Mr. Bodyguard?! The same guy who was chasing the informant last night? What the hell is he doing here?! How did he get inside? My head was swarming with questions at the unexpected sight of this underground tank. He, however….
"Where the hell have you been?" Mr. Bodyguard shoved his palm hands into his pockets as he spun to face me. "W-what… what are you doing here?!" I found the voice to scream at him quite quickly this time. This didn't seem to amuse him whatsoever. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm looking for Black." Oh, ok…. so why are you here, then? Questions still need to be answered. "How did you get inside?!" "Your old man gave me a key." Of course… I understood everything now; Daddy must have hired this mercenary before coming to the police station.
"I'm surprised Daddy got someone on the outside involved. You're not a Dollar." "I'm the closest thing you have to an ally; as if I'd ever associate myself with those dumbass Yellow Scarves," his arms folded defiantly. I never said you would, I frowned; just like the cops, I wasn't used to dealing with underground mercenaries. "Where's the phone?" He then asked me. Widening my eyes, I ran to my room to find the flip-phone on the floor. I promptly brought it to him; he took it, instantly crushing it in his hand. Damn, this guy is strong! I didn't say anything more, just gazing up at him.
Mr. Bodyguard frowned, actually baring his teeth. Boy, did someone look pissed off, though not at me. He was glaring off into space right now, most likely thinking about the informant. "That flea…. I told him never to come back here." You really think an informant is going to listen to you, or anyone for that matter? He growled dangerously. "How dare he…. He's such a disgusting, despicable, little flea." Gees, they must have some history, but I knew better than to ask; the fuse on this guy looked so short. "Damn it, damn it, damn it; so pissed off….." he began pacing a little in the centre of the room. I just stood to the side and watched. He wasn't a Dollar; he had no inherent loyalty to me or the Steele clan. Making him madder was not the best option at the moment.
"When I get my hands on him… Just leave it to me; I'll find that dead man," though he didn't say this to me exactly- I don't think he cared about me at all. My eyes grew in shock however when he suddenly reached over to grab hold of my forearm. Holy crap; I was right. This man is strong! He didn't appear to be trying at all, and it already felt like I was losing blood circulation in my arm. "Come on, we're going." "Um! Where are we going?!" I don't remember agreeing to go anywhere with this brute! "Get changed. We're gonna get you a new phone." New phone? Oh….
Oh no.