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Chapter 3
Jaime run outside the club looking for her. He wasn't really thinking where he was going, he only wanted to find her. He was so desperate to hold her, to explain to her that he has a fool for leaving her back then. When he slowed down to take a breath he noticed that he was in a rather dark street. Not a single soul was around and he realised that he had to go back to the club.
It was the moment that he felt someone behind him coming. He turned around hoping to see Brienne but he came face to face with an ugly man who smelled alchool. Behind him were three other men who looked also drunk.
He felt a knife pressed in his throat and he knew then that there were more of them.
"Give as your money and don't dare to talk",said the first man. Jaime put his hand in his pocket,took his wallet and gave it to him. The man counted the money greedily and put them in his pocket.
" And your mobile phone,"
Jaime gave him his i phone hoping that they would leave him.
"You are a rich lad huh? Pocket full of cash, the most expensive gadgets, i'm sure the jacket you're wearing costs a lot of money."
He winked then at the man behind Jaime, who turned him around and punched him. Then the other men started to hit him and kick him too, taking his jacket and his watch.
Jaime was sure that they would kill him when he heard the sound of a motorcycle and then a gun shooting near him. Let it be the police, he wished struggling to breathe The men hearing the sound ran away, each one of them taking a different direction. He managed to stand up with difficulty and inspected his clothes that were in a bad state when he heard Brienne's voice .
"Are you ok?"
She was riding a black motorcycle, dressed in a black leather answered with a nod
"Good ", she answered ready to leave.
" You shot with the gun to scare them", he told her more like talking to himself in order to believe it.
Brienne watched him for a moment. They stole his kacket and he was shivering in the cold. There was some blood in his face but he would be ok.
She left the motorcycle, approached him and gave him her jacket.
"You will get cold", he whispered not being able to take his eyes from hers and the same time wearing her jacket
She had a scorn face while she answered.
" i have experience with weapons and i have survived the longest winters". She turned to leave without giving a second look at him.
"You are on your own now" she just told him before riding her motorcycle and get lost in the night.
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"Well it seems that we will sign that contract", he said to Christie who was entering his office with a rather pleased look.
" Well we have to talk about the number of the songs we will include in the CD, which songs and of course your payment."
"Whatever you want Christie I don't care about money, there will be only one term in this contract from my side."
The manager shot him a suspicious stare.
"You know in my experience that doesn't sound good, extraordinary demands are out of the contracts i sign.
" No i don't ask something difficult at all, i just want the girl with the violin to participate in every recording we will do."
"Brienne", she said and then smiled," i knew you would like her music. She so much different and passionate and so devoted to what she does."
"Yes and that is exactly what we need right now", he answered.
"Ok Jaime you have to prepare the contracts and i will arrange a meeting with the band next week."
She was ready to leave when she turned and looked at him with hesitation for what she was going to tell.
"You know Jaime I know you from when you were a child. Your passion for music, the way you play expressing your emotions. It 's really strange and you know that i never say things just to achieve a contract but when i heard Brienne perform for the first time, she reminded me so much of you."
Christie exited his office leaving Jaime with his painfull thoughs.