We Cannot Be

○● C H A P T E R 2 3 ○●

I woke up the next day, and rubbed the sleepy look from my eyes.

I quickly adjusted to my surroundings, as I was used to being on the move and never really getting comfortable.

I had never found myself comfortable being in one place, instead I kept moving not only for my own safety but also because its more fun being in ten places rather than one alone.

I stretched my arm, only to have a painful reminder that it got shot.

Fuck.

This is going to take a while to heal. I guess it wasn't such a bad idea staying here, I'll be going now anyway. I got up and prayed that the door wouldn't not be locked and to my surprise, it was open. How kind of Xzaiver.

I walked into the hallway I snuck through yesterday and now I was really able to look at it in all its glory. The ceilings were high and this place looked like a castle.

I'm starting to think Xzaiver didn't buy this grand residence and that it probably was inherited from his parents. But wow, this place really did look spectacular.

I could never imagine myself living in a place like this, it was way to big, especially for one person. One thing was for certain, Xzaiver and his family definitely knew how to flaunt their money.

I'm sure nothing in this house is anything below 50k. I began walking down the hallway, not trying to look like I've never seen a house this grand.

I saw a man walk past me, he has a dark and sinister aura around him, almost frightening. I walked up to him and said,

"Is there any chance of a... yano... way ta get outta here?" smiling lazily.

He glanced at me for a fleetingly shrugged off moment and then continued to walk past me, showing no interest of spending even a second of his day toward me. How fucking rude.

I'm sure I'd find my way around here anyway. As I walked down the stairs, I saw another man who looked like a younger version of xzaiver. He looked much cuter and sweeter, but one thing I learnt from being in this type of business, is to never judge someone based of their looks.

They could look like the kindest person but wouldn't think twice, nor hesitate, before ending you life, to then walk away unbotheree. But hey, it wasn't like I could judge, it's what I do on the daily.

He was talking to a girl with, dirty blonde hair maybe more brown. She was pretty and that was all I needed to know. I had no desire to bond with these people.

I managed to decipher a few muffled words from the distance between us.
"Yeah.. and then I shoved my knife into her thigh, you should have heard her screaming. I swear I don't understand why every bitch jumps on you, at the smallest chance they get." I heard the girl saying, and I just continued walking into the kitchen.

She glared at me, as I walked past and I slurred, "I really don't want your man, relax." She continued looking at me and then asked, "Who are you?".

The guy interrupted and said, "She's that girl Xzaiver was talking about." Then he approached me, and said, "My names Luca, nice to meet you." He extended his hand but I chose to ignore the overly friendly gesture.

That might have seemed rude but I ain't touching a guy I don't know shit about. "Amaya, the pleasures mine." I said, as I then sat on the counter asking,

"And who would this be?" I pointed in her direction. "I'm Xylah." She replied coldly. Awkward. And to make this a whole lot better, the one and only, Xzaiver walked in. I sighed and looked at him.

"I see you have been welcome with open arms." He laughed, the prick. "Yeah clearly." I replied.

"Xzavier, don't you think you could have informed us before bringing someone into the house? Have you even done a background check on her?" Xylah enquired, with slight hostility. It was then that Xzaiver explained the whole contract to her, and she simply nodded and left with Luca, leaving me and xzaiver, in each other's tension-filled presence.

He threw an apple towards me and I caught it. "I've told you one too many times, I don't want or need your help, so why can't you just kindly fuck off?" I seethed. He walked up to me, trapping me in between the counter and his body.

"No can do princess. we're partners now, remember? I can't let anything happen to you." He said as he closed any remaining distance.

A smirk began to form on his face and he whispered, "Can I?" Then he twisted away not even giving me a chance to make a remark.

Fuck this shit, he was trying to get under my skin and if I didn't catch onto the fact, he would've been successful.

Writers note
Hey guys, hope your enjoying the book. Im trying to have more motivation to write and i guess its working. Ive been watching the show outerbanks and i love it. My fav has to be JJ for obvious reasons. ;)

But yeah, hope you like the way the story's going, there's alot to come and i wonder if amaya will be able to cope with it.

Well i guess well find out very soon. Talk to you all laters. Mwahhhh x