Eight

This was the one time I wished the floor would swallow me. I was overly confused, wondering how anyone would dare to come in here. I knew Drake and Pablo had become a bit lazy these days, but what about the security section in the building? This seemed stupid. 

"What do you want?" I dared to speak. 

They were wearing black chino pants, and black jackets. One of them looked Asian, while the other one was a blonde, white man. The Asian guy grabbed a lighter from his pocket, holding it up in the air. 

He scoffed. "It's either we shoot you, or we burn this place. Don't ask us what we want. You've tried playing with a devil."

I rolled my eyes in disgust. "Go straight to the point."

"You're impatient." The blonde stepped closer, leaning close to my table, and sitting by the tip of it. He took a paper from the table, and began skimming through it. "Anyway, we want some money. We're nice criminals." He glanced at me, and smirked. "We don't do shits like this. But, you caused um. Last week, you came to the club by the main road, and boldly took my woman. You made her dance with you, made her drink with you, and made her abandon me."

"Pay for your sins," the Asian dude commanded. 

I rolled my eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. "Are you guys for real? Your woman came over to me. Didn't ask her to comfort me or something."

"No one takes my woman," the blonde marked out. "I'm a big guy on the street. Don't think rich people like you can do what you want, all the time. We've also got rules on the streets. Heard you speaking to a man called Antonio, last night, so we decided to do this. We told some of your men that we're from Antonio."

I glared. "You guys were stalking me?"

He shrugged. "Maybe."

"See—"

I was about to threaten him, but the knock on the door cut me off. I glanced at my secretary's office, confused as to why she hadn't stepped out of the place. What was with her? Had she died or something?

"Hey! Call the police!" I managed to yell, hoping that my secretary or the person by the door would help me out. 

The blonde hopped from the table, swiftly pointing his gun at me. Abruptly, his eyebrows creased in a deep glare, his teeth clenching hard as if they wanted to break. "How. Dare. You."

I huffed. If he wasn't with a gun, I would have made him taste his own blood. As a young boy, I used to hang out with my uncle who was a wrestler. I knew how to handle idiots like him. All that was needed to be done was to throw him against the floor, throw some punches against his face, send some signals into his brain by hitting him against the wall, and get him arrested. 

"Sir!" Monique finally stepped out of her office. She gasped, her hands covering her widened mouth. The Asian guy was about to get a grip of her, but she stepped back into her office, and shut the door. Such a coward. Well, she was helpless. 

"Get us some cash immediately," the blonde ordered. 

I rolled my hands in a fist, feeling extremely irritated. "What's wrong with you guys? I don't even have any cash with me. How can—"

Once again, the sound from the door cut me off. This time around, the person didn't knock. The person barged it open. Wait, how had that happened? They had locked the door, hadn't they?

Rae? What was she doing here? How did she even know this place? 

She looked different. She wasn't wearing makeup, and wasn't wearing a fancy dress, but she looked very beautiful. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail. She was in dark denim jeans pants, and a baby pink shirt which had 'Gucci' written on it. As she walked into my office, her sandal made a squeaking sound, which I found weird, and a small bag was tugged to her hips. 

She raised her eyebrows as if she was shocked. The Asian guy walked over to her, pointing his gun at her as well. She smiled. "Hey, what're you doing? Planning to kill me or what?"

"Hey." He grabbed her arm, which made her gasp. "Who the heck are you? How dare you come in here? How did you even open the door?"

She raised her hand. "I used this string. You're surprised, or what?"

"How dare you?"

Her smile turned to a smirk. "Seriously? You think you can scare me?"

Wow, so confident. That was awkward. 

"Enough!" he barked at her. "Utter another word, then I blow your head off."

She sighed. Sighed as if he was wasting her time. "Dude, how can you be this stupid? I mean, you come all the way to a place like this, and bring a fake gun? Wow. That's so—Don’t even know what to say."

"H-How do you know that?" he stuttered. 

Glaring, I turned to the blonde who had his gun pointed at me. Without thinking twice, I jerked his wrist, my fist dashing toward him, and throwing a punch against his cheek. I couldn't believe I wasn't smart enough to know that the gun was fake. 

"You idiot!" I turned to the other side of my table, grabbed him by his arm, and threw him to the floor. Crouching a bit, I threw numerous punches at him, so fast and hard to the point he couldn't dodge any of them. He groaned so much, blood dripping from the corner of his lips. His face was swollen like a red balloon, his eyes rolling as if he was giddy or groggy. Making him taste my fist for a last time, I stood up, and threw the gun at him. What an idiot. 

I turned to Rae and the Asian guy. I was about to deal with him as well, but I stopped when he grabbed Rae's throat, spun her around, stood behind her, and put a knife across her neck. 

I snorted. "Let go of her now."

He sniggered. "Come close, and I slit her throat. I'm not joking around. I swear, I'll do it."

My eyes met hers. I was expecting her to feel scared like Monique, but she just sighed again. She rolled her eyes, and scoffed. "Y'all are childish. Slit my throat? What am I? A chicken?"

"If you don't—"

Unexpectedly, she gripped his wrist, and turned around. Punching him in the tummy, she managed to pin him to the wall, and grabbed his knife. Woah, that was so, so skillful. She tore the skin of his face with it, and put it across his neck. 

"Never try to threaten a woman like that. We aren't weak," she warned. 

She knocked her fist against his head, which made him groan. He fell to the floor, and like a weak tree, he collapsed. Damn, how had she done that? 

Heaving a sigh, she turned around to look at me. She threw the knife to the floor, glanced sideways, put her hands on her waist, wore a stern look, and sauntered toward me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to seem nice. 

"Do I not look okay?" she responded. I knew I would regret asking her that. How mean she was.

I sighed.

Soon, the police arrived. Monique walked out of her office, and with a dramatic-sympathetic look on her facial expression, she rushed over to me.  "Sir, are you okay?" She asked. "My gosh, I was so worried about you. I called the police immediately. I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine." I was apathetic to her apology and sympathy. Walking to the police, I dug my hands in the pocket of my pants, and stood in front of the officer. "Thanks for coming over."

"My pleasure." He smiled. "We've been looking for these guys for a while now. They're street criminals. They do horrible things like this. I'm glad we were able to get them this time around."

"Uh, yeah. That's good then." I nodded. 

"A couple of your men have been taken to the hospital. They got attacked," he informed me. 

I nodded. "Thanks."

In a short while, the police took the guys out of here, and ensured everything was back to normal. Monique stepped into her office, packed her stuff, and said she'd like to go home. She said she felt uneasy. Well, I let her go. 

Everyone had gone, but this strange woman, Rae, just stood beside my table. 

Running my fingers into my hair, I sighed. Trying to seem less irritated, trying to be nice, I walked over to her. "Hey," I said. She turned to me, staring blankly. "Um, you won't leave?"

"Is there a reason you want that?" She looked away, playing her fingers through my table, gently drumming them against it. "I mean, I haven't stated the reason I came here."

"What do you want?" I lowered my eyebrows. I had a feeling that she was up to no good. 

She pulled her hand from the table. She huffed for some reason, her hands slowly immersing into her bag. She pulled something from it, something like an envelope, and pointed it at me. 

I glanced at the envelope, glanced at her, turned to the envelope, and settled my gaze at her. "What's that?" I demanded. 

Her lips curled into a smile. A smile which seemed more like a smirk. She stepped closer, stood in front of me, and sighed. "Since you're taking so long, I believe it's time to make a move. I realized that you're scared to get married to me, so I've decided to sign a contract with you."

My fist tightened. The way I scowled at her felt like I would grab her and throw her down the balcony. Dug in wrath, I asked breathlessly, "Meaning?"

Oh yes, that was surely a smirk. "Ivan, let's make this official. A contract marriage sounds interesting."

Okay. It was time to murder her. This lady was a lunatic. 

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