The sound of bells chiming snatched my attention. I turned my head to see uncle Vincent walking inside with a carry bag in his hands, his eyes on us.
"What are you both doing?"
The burly man turned around instantly and went away. My eyes were searching here and there. Trying to catch anybody's eyes that would save me, or at least alert the local police.I did not know who these men were. Or actually, I did.
Turned out, Max had called the cops.When he was on the call earlier, he had called the police. When the police had arrived, Max and the police had greeted each other like long known best friends.
The Next DayMy things were packed. I was standing near my suitcase, wondering where I should go next.
VarysFlintStrong arms with rippling muscles covering every inch of his body were punching on a heavy weighted bag that was hanging from a ceiling.His anger was crossing the limits of sanity. The thoughts ofherwere making him go blind in need.And the thought of her getting hurt by his own men was making him see red. His fists slammed against the bag harder, punching it with all the power that he had earned throughout the years of practice."Boss..." a voice rang behind him, shivering in fear for disturbing him in his personal time, "She is staying in Texas only. With a man named Vincent."His punch landed so hard on the bag that the bag broke its grip from the ceiling and fell down on the floor with a loud bang.The dead body of Rooney, the goon who had dared to hurt her, who had dared to grab her hair and drag her despite of getting clear instructions of not laying even a finger upon her body
"Who are you?" His deeply husky and serious voice asked her."H.. Hector's friend?" She stammered. Intimated by his presence."Why are you in this room?" He questioned while leaning forward. Intimidating her even more than she was already feeling.Varys stared in amusement at the pretty girl with innocent eyes. Her jean shorts and Croatia top that she was wearing were complimenting her creamy white skin.
Varys did not answer to Hector. He could not. What would he even say?That he had suddenly started to crave seeing an unknown girl that he had seen just once and wanted Hector to spill everything about her?Never going to happen.So instead, he slammed his fist hard on the glass table in frustration. The fork that was in his fist jumped on the table and fell down on the floor with a loud clattering sound.He pushed his chair back angrily and started to walk away."What the hell is your problem, Varys?" Hector fumed at Varys.Varys stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at his otherwise calm and polite brother who barely ever got angry."What isyourproblem?" Varys said through clenched teeth. He was already feeling frustrated and Hector's anger just added fuel to that frustration.Hector also pushed back his chair, stood up and snapped,"My problem is that why bringing guests here angers you so much?
"Varys!" Hector shouted in frustration when he saw Varys driving away without him and Hope."And here goes our ride." Hope chuckled."This is not funny!" Hector whined which made Hope's chuckle turn into a full blown giggle,"Now how are we going to reach college on time?""That is how." She indicated behind Hector. Hector instantly turned around with confusion on his face to see what Hope was pointing at.Hope literally saw Hector's jaw dropping to the ground.Stella, in all her beautiful glory, wearing a blue, skin tight, off- shoulder top and white, sexy as hell shorts, was walking towards them with the keys to her swift car jiggling in her fingers."Ready baby?" Stella eyed Hector, gave him a once over and suddenly smacked a kiss on Hope's lips.Hope instantly made an 'eww' face but Stella's eyes warned her from spilling any word out of her mouth.Hector's face suddenly felt like someone had snatched his favourite candy from
"What the fuck?" She practically blasted in front of the whole classroom.But one look from the angry professor was enough to put her back in her seat.She immediately removed her gaze from him. Her fingers were shivering, in anticipation and an unknown, weird feeling of nervousness. It was not fear from him. It was her scary attraction towards him.She could not understand why she wanted to look at him, and wished that he was looking at her too. But then also she did not want him to catch her looking at him, just to save herself from the embarrassment.She was utterly distracted and him sitting right beside her was definitely the main reason of that distraction.