Adrian was an idiot, but he was a smart idiot. Hopefully he knew what he was doing, I thought as I walked towards the wrought iron gates of the Abandonato estate.
"Excuse me?" A guard called. "You can't enter without permission."
"Tell Dylan Di Angelo that Chevron Rane needs his help," I said.
"Are you crazy, I told you..."
"AND I FUCKING TOLD YOU I NEED TO SPEAK WITH DYLAN RIGHT NOW!"
"Bitch is crazy, let her in." The guard muttered.
The gates opened and I strolled into the estate like a supermodel. Not much impressed me after I'd seen Adrian's family estate.
Three men armed with guns waited at the entrance. I threw my shoulders back and strutted in.
"Chevie?" A familiar voice called. Dylan. I restrained the overwhelmingly strong urge I had to slap the shit out of that conniving, scheming, betraying bastard.
Inner peace. Calm down, Chevron.
I schooled my features into an expression of terror. Fortunately, I'd read enough teen drama books to know how to play this.
"Dylan," I sobbed.
"Chevie! What are you doing here?! Don't you know how scared I was?!" He asked, gently taking my hands in his.
Yeah? Then why did you let Adrian take me?!
Not that I mind, I added as an afterthought.
He was dressed in a pinstriped blue suit. The Dylan I knew wouldn't be caught dead in a suit. But that Dylan was a memory now.
"I should have stayed with you, Dylan," I whispered, biting my lip and withdrawing my hands from his touch.
"It's okay, Chevron, you're here now. It wasn't your fault."
Damn right, it wasn't.
I always hated two faced bitches. The one that acts like they're your friend and stab you in the back the next minute, being the nerd, I always had people who would smile at me and ask for help in assignments and bitch about me the minute I was gone. Like the naïve idiot that I was, I would do anything to get accepted.
Now I wonder if the bullying ever really stopped. Did Dylan and Tyler bitch about me the minute my back was turned?
Don't kill him, Chevron.
I smiled.
Dylan looked at me. "How'd you get hurt?" He whispered in horror.
Oh that. The evidence of my misadventures in Reykjavik had granted me a pattern of bruises. Not my fault, of course, the ice was slippery and my shoes were too big for my feet.
And there was also a minor detail that I was uncommonly clumsy.
"I got hurt while escaping," I whispered.
"You escaped?" He asked.
"No, I politely asked Adrian DeLuca if I could go out for a stroll. Even said please." I said, unable to reign in my sarcasm any longer.
A spark of anger flashed in his eyes. Uh oh.
"Dylan, what if he comes for me?" I asked fearfully.
Dylan seemed to calm down.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you." He said.
"But he's dangerous, you have no idea," I said.
"Why don't you give me more information on him? I'll be able to protect you better," he said.
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The Beauty And The Heist
RomanceHighest Rank #1 in Action 14/6/16 Chevron Raynes 'accidentally' hacks into her college mainframe and finds blueprints to a billion dollar satellite belonging to none other than the Mafia. As if that wasn't bad enough, when the blueprints and a certa...