Chapter 7: Crazy

What?

Draven was following me himself now?

What the fuck did I do this time?

Could it be true that he is coming to ‘mess me up’ like Nicholas had claimed to?

The thoughts were running wild in my head and were only pressing down on me more and more as I saw his car nearing us by every second.

“Fuck!” Nicholas’s cursing brought my attention to him, “Why do we have to get stuck in a traffic jam right now?”

What was wrong with my luck? Why now of all time?

Draven’s car stopped just behind us and turning to look back at him I tried to search for him but the windows had been tinted so dark that nothing was visible of the inside of the car’s passengers.

“Do you think he would try to do something here? Among all these people?” Nicholas asked agitatedly tapping his fingers against the steering wheel while honking at the car in front of us with his other hand. I tried to think but before I could come to a conclusion he shook his head and continued, “Who am I kidding? Last month I saw him shoot a person as soon as he came out of his building. The gun had a silencer so it didn’t make any sound and his men were quick to take care of the body but it just shows that he doesn’t care about the place or the public at all. He has money and power to save his ass every time.”

I knew that Draven was supposed to be a Don of the Mafia but listening to this side of him made him seem unrealistic. The difference between my visions and reality was so drastic that it made me frown. I didn’t like it and yet I knew it was the truth, I had been witness of it all. His coldness and his hatred, this was all going to change only in the future. The present him was just as ruthless as the media and news showed him to be.

The realization of the truth and that I could be greeted with another one of his humiliations or hate was frightening and nerve wracking. My blood was trembling in my veins with every passing second that only hypes my anxiety through my body. I could tell that the presence of the big bad boss himself behind us had thrown Nicholas off the edge as well.

This wasn’t fair to him.

Why should he get dragged in my fight?

Therefore taking some deep breaths I unclasped my seatbelt and turning to Nicholas I said, “Thank you for helping me and being there for me. You were a true friend Nick but now I gotta clean the mess I made all on my own.”

Realizing that I was probably going to try something foolish Nicholas quickly turned to look at me and placing a hand on my arm he stopped me from making any movements as he said, “Don’t do anything stupid and just sit here.”

It looked like he was more worried about me than he let on and that actually made me feel guiltier and therefore shaking my head I said, “I swore to face Draven on my own and I am going to stick to my words.”

It felt kind of good to say that and moving to get out of the car I pull open the lock when suddenly I am yanked back by great force that made me stumble right into Nick’s arms. There he holds me tight to himself and in a serious tone he scolds me, “Don’t go finding ways to kill yourself on my expense! Just sit here quietly and we will figure this out, if something happens, together.”

The surprise of this sudden hug had made me numb for a few seconds, unable to react properly but pushing him away at once I looked at him and defiantly said, “I was the one who got you involved and I am sorry about it but believe me Nick. I will be fine. Let me deal with this and I will call you when I get back home, okay?”

He was polite and kind to me since the first time we met and even now I could see the fear he held in his eyes for me. It was unusual but I was thankful for it all and leaving him hanging with a hopeless expression I got out and stood among the honking cars for a few seconds.

Fuck!

I had been acting all brave in front of Nicholas but honesty I am scared to face Draven!

His glaring eyes are enough to make me pout and hide in a corner.

Steeling my nerves again but I took stiff steps towards his car all the while glaring at the heavily tinted windows to hopefully let him know that I was just as pissed as him.

How were we going to fall in love in the future if this continued?

Realizing that the driver seat was occupied by one of his bodyguards I moved to the window behind it and knocking on its glass I waited for him to lower it.

Ten seconds.

Thirty seconds.

There was no response.

What is wrong with him? Wasn’t he chasing after me? Then why is he not doing anything now?

Feeling agitated at the game he was playing with me I yanked open the door and to my surprise it was unlocked!

There sitting before me Draven Calix himself, looking sharp in a crimson suit. His handsome features were focused on a tab in his hand which he didn’t bother to take his eyes off even though I had been standing beside him.

What is the meaning of this?

“I knew you were money crazy but maybe I was wrong, it looks like you are simply a crazy person that’s all,” he muttered still not taking his jewel like eyes of the screen on which he was reading something.

Why was the whole world pegging me as a mental person?

“What the fuck do you want from me?” I asked embarrassed at the lack of attention he was showing me when I had in fact been thinking of the opposite, “Why did you send your people after me and why were you chasing me with your ve-”

Before I could complete that question I suddenly feel a large warm hand grip my wrist that I had been wringing in front of my body in anticipation and stress. The hand then yanked me inside the car closing the door behind me and the next thing I know I am straddling Draven’s lap.

Both of my hands are caged in his hold leaving me with no way to defend myself, yet I tried to get away from him when one of his hands came down to grip my thigh. The sensation making me still at once as I gasped and faced him properly.

The darkness swirling in his eyes were scary as he commanded, “Don’t move.”

It was two words and yet they worked like magic in binding me to my place. His hands snaked from my thigh to my waist where he pulled me closer to him and letting go of my hands he brought his to the back of my neck and in an instant he pulled me close enough to his body that if it weren’t for my hands I would have been stuck to his chest like glue.

His cologne was sensual and comforting. It filled my senses making me lose my mind for a few seconds when I felt his hot breathe fan my exposed neck and suddenly his grip tightened on my body.

“Which bloody bastard touched you?”