Staying Low Key Novels & Stories

“Get your feet off.” He smirked but obeyed, shifting to sit up straight. “We going back to the pack?” “Not yet,” I said, keeping my eyes on the road. “We need to lay low first.” Levi frowned, leaning toward me like he didn’t hear me right. “Lay low? For what?” I glanced at him like he’d just asked the dumbest question in the world. Which he had. “You seriously think the cops aren’t going to be crawling all over this by morning? We just leveled a warehouse and left bodies in our wake. Heading straight home is asking for trouble.”

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

I snarl as I hold the key steady; there is something cold dancing in his eyes and I'm suddenly having second thoughts about letting him anywhere near any pup. “You need to back away slowly because you stink of my mate; I know you've had her.” Low is speaking slowly and backing away from the cage door as much as the small cage will allow him. He's glaring at the wall over my right shoulder; his hands are clenching and unclenching over and over so the veins in his arms pulse with unshed rage.

I pull the phone away for half a second, resisting the urge to throw it across the room. Not yet. I bring it back to my ear, forcing my voice steady. “Listen to me,” I say sharply. “They don’t know who you are. Not really. Those idiots don’t know shit. They’re nothing.” She sniffles. “Should we leave? Or stay?” I think fast. “If I were you? Don’t go anywhere near that car again. It’s probably already flagged.” I start pacing again. “Stay in the apartment. Lay low.” There’s a pause.

Latest model, unmarked, already logged into accounts she recognized. I didn't send the Circle. They sent themselves. I'm learning the difference between building and allowing. It's slow. I'm sorry. She typed: I'm not coming home today. I know. The apartment is yours. The tunnel entrance is in the basement. The keys are in the phone case. She felt the case. Metal. Cold. Actual keys physical, old fashioned, the kind that meant access without tracking. Why? she wrote. Because you need to believe you can leave. And I need to believe you'll stay. The keys are the only way I know to give you both.

I said with a nervous laugh but Jaxon didn't seem to be amused. “You need to tell him how you're feeling so he can decide on what he wants to do” He told me and I frowned. “Everything was just meant to be casual, I told him that already” Jaxon tilted his head. “I don't know him that well but Mr Lowe doesn't look like someone that does or likes Casual. That kind of man likes to settle down and if you're not ready for that then let him know” Jaxon told me and I pursed my lips.

Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please..." " It's not the right time. I have to go home and do it." He says. I can hear the confusion in his voice. I continue the poem in my head. 'Will you please... stay.' Yes, that's it! I need to note this down. I grab a sticky note which I store in my pocket. I write down 'stay' with my the only pen I have, a red ballpoint.

“Who are these people and how do I get to them?” “You can’t. Let him figure this out on his own.” “What do you mean? What if he needs our help? How am I supposed to leave him to the dogs?” “Please, listen to what I’m saying. What he needs from you now is for you to lay low.” “Lay low?” “Yes. Stay as quiet as possible. Live your life as you normally would. This isn’t the time to draw attention to yourself. You have to think about your kids lives.”

“Just don’t stay out too late.” I smiled, it wasn’t difficult saying the members of his pack were going to attack me. “Sure, where are you going?” I asked innocently. He smirked, then winked at me and said, “The usual, it’s a very cold night and a man can’t be alone.” He said. “Adios, Ariah, see you some other time.” Lowell was far from being a gentleman, he hadn’t even bothered to offer me his coat, “All he fucking cares about are the ladies he can screw.” I said and continued this lonely walk.

Azu said. "I'm not that bad. I do know I don't like socializing that well-" "Try at all," Chike cut him off. "You don't like socializing at all." "This is not work where you make your employees panic, eh. Just try and relax. Enjoy the night." Azu patted his shoulder. "Just try smiling a little," Bode advised. "Wow." Kachi shook his head. "you guys are really brutal." The club lights went off as the first alarm started sounding. They heard the MC next as his voice boomed through the mic.