026 Why Is Ethan Pierce In My House

Lana

I turned and I met Karl, standing not too far from me. “I told you to wait in the car," I walked towards him.

“And you expect me to?” Karl asked.

“Isn't that why instructions are given?” I snapped.

“He is lying,” Karl said, and I blinked.

There's no way Karl heard our conversation except... he has super human hearing, which is next to impossible.

Right?

“Did you hear our conversation?” I asked, just to be sure he doesn't have super hearing.

“No, but I can read lips and people's actions too. He looks too calm, and that is not good,” Karl replied, walking towards the car, and I followed behind him.

"You're also too calm," I retorted.

"Why are you so inclined on defending him?" Karl questioned, I could tell he is losing his cool a little.

Wait... Is he jealous? Definitely not!

“How do you know he is lying? he looks genuine to me, though. I may not know Cole that well, but he doesn't give off that kind of vibe,” I said as we got to Karl's car.

“Love, if you keep relying on vibe, you'll get deceived easily,” Karl replied.

“Then should I have asked to see his phone?” I asked.

“He probably deleted it already, or he used a different phone,” Karl replied, and I sighed.

That is true.

“You sound like you know something that I don't, what is it?” I asked.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Karl replied and walked towards the driver seat.

I know he is hiding something. Does he know about my mother? If the messages I got about my mother being involved with the Moretti family, then does Karl know her?

I pulled the car door open and got inside. “Do you know my mother?” I asked as I fastened my seat belt.

“Why are you asking?” Karl replied.

I turned to him and squinted my eyes, watching for any hint that would indicate he knew her.

But one thing is for sure, I have to do something about this, I need to know what happened to my mother.

I always knew it wasn't a robbery gone wrong, and my kidnapping confirms my suspicions, and Karl looks like he knows something.

Maybe he can help me, I never thought about that, but I guess that's my only choice.

“My mother was killed fifteen years ago, a robbery gone wrong,” I say, and Karl turned to me like he wasn't sure why I was telling him this. “I don’t believe it's a robbery gone wrong, and I was kidnapped because of her. It seems she offended some people, so I want to find out what happened,” I added.

“That sounds dangerous,” Karl replied.

“Exactly why I need to find out what happened, I have been convincing myself to that it was actually a robbery gone wrong but it seems I can't anymore, I want to know the truth,” I said, determination written all over my face and I can tell Karl noticed it.

Karl didn't reply for a while. Maybe he is thinking of the best way to reply, I mean, I did just dump all of that on him.

But I am relieved, I feel a little bit light about the situation.

“You were kidnapped because of her?” He asked, and I nodded.

Was that the reply he could think of?

“They wanted something my mother is hiding, and they think I have it, but I don’t think they would be coming after my for now.” I replied.

“Do you?” Karl asked.

“Of course not,” I answered.

“I would look into it and see what I can find and to answer your question, no, I don't know your mother,” Karl said and turned on the engine.

I expected that answer. It was a long time ago. He was still a kid, too. Of course, he wouldn't know her.

I didn't tell Karl about the messages, not yet though, I want to know what he knew first and of possible find out how the Moretti and my mother knew each other.

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The car stopped in front of my apartment building, and I turned to Karl. “Thank you,”

“Is staying here safe for you?” Karl asked.

“I don't think I would get kidnapped twice in a row. My luck is bad but not that bad,” I replied and got down from the car.

"Call me immediately something happens," Karl said to me, and I nodded.

I waved goodbye to him, and he drove off.

My phone pinged. A message from Beatrice.

“I would be staying on campus with a friend, make sure to lock the door and don't open it no matter who message you,”

“Yes ma'am,”

Beatrice hardly or never stays on campus, no matter how far the school is from my apartment.

She simply depise it for reasons only known.

I guess she made a friend she’s close enough with to stay on campus with her, and I am happy about that.

she hardly made friends, and I thought I was terrible at making friends

The evening is darker than usual, and I look up to the sky to see dark, gathering clouds

It seems it's about to rain. Yay, spring.

I walked into the building and went straight to my apartment.

When I reached the door, I saw someone sitting on the floor in front of my door, his back leaning on the door like he was waiting for me to arrive.

when I got close, I could finally recognize the person.

FUCKING HELL.

“Ethan?” I called walking towards him.

Ethan stood up immediately, and he saw me, and I frowned hard.

“What the fuçk are you doing in my apartment?” I asked.

The memories of the last time he was here sent shivers down my body.

I clenched my hand into fist as I glared daggers at the man in front of me.

His presence is truly disgusting.

“Lana,” he called my name, and I felt like punching him hard.

The audacity to call my name. ASSHOLE!