Novel & Cerita Kiff X Barry

Chest heaving and mockery filled. He stared at me, shocked. "What the fuck is funny?" I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye. "You. The big, bad Lombardi. You're afraid of antiseptic?" He glared. "I'm not afraid. It stings like a bitch." "Exactly." I smiled. "You're afraid." "I've been stabbed." "And you cried then too?" He scowled obviouslytriggered. "You're lucky you're helpful." "Mm-hmm."

Stacy explained and went to get an order on the far side of the counter. I bit my pointer finger, as I wondered if Jason somehow knew that I was going to this bar. It couldn’t be. He found my number, but he could easily see it on my job application. There was no info on where I spend my free time. “Thish night turned out great!” Anna’s damaged from alcohol speech came to my ears. “I couldn’t help but enjoy Toby’s face while we were danshing.” I turned to see her amused expression as she took her place on the bar. William was next to her and seemed like he was finally having fun tonight.

“You cannot contact me until I return. There’s a new task waiting for you. It’s in your training area. It is really important so don’t you ever be careless about it. Our six men will be with you in this.” “Okay.” "You are too drunk to speak or listen to me." He shouted. "How do..." “Don’t drink too much. I’m hanging up the call.” With that, the call ended. He could understand what I was doing even from miles away. I stood straight, took my coat, and reached my car to finally leave the bar. The next day, I woke up having a severe headache. I held my head as I remembered my meeting with Serena and how I ended up in a bar. Then I remembered talking to Cornell.

Cam points at Barry while trying to push past me to get to him. “Is that true?” I turn to Barry, still struggling to keep Cam restrained behind me. Barry just shrugs. “I had to. I got sick of hearing everyone talk bad about Dari everywhere I went. And this spineless dickwad was never going to do anything about it–” “It was none of your fucking business!” Cam yells, cutting Barry off. I run my hand through my hair and take a deep breath to calm myself down. All my initial mental preparation slipping away from me slowly.

“Get out of my fucking town you filthy liar. You are twisting shit up to fit your agenda, and it’s not going to work. Leave. Don’t come back to this town again. There is nothing for you here.” “There is nothing for anybody here. There’s not even a Starbucks,” the fucker waves his hand in the direction of the coffee shop. “Just go,” Missy pleads quietly, her eyes remaining downcast like she feels defeated in all this. Barry stares at her for a few more seconds, a small smile lingering on the sick fuck’s lips, then he coughs and looks away. “I’m always here if you need someone to talk to, Miss. Even if we are no longer together, I still miss our friendship. I don’t want you to ever feel alone.

The heavy doors slammed shut behind her, the sound of it making Barbie burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Kenneth appeared from God-knows-where, arms folded, lips twitching in amusement. “She didn’t last ten minutes,” he remarked. “She’s weak,” Barbie replied, still laughing. “So are most people,” Kenneth said, his gaze glinting with something darker. “But you, Barbara… you’re special.” The laughter drained from her throat.