Chapter 17 Underestimate no one
ADRIANA
When my body hit the ground, a chilling feeling snapped through me and forced my closed eyes to open.
I inhaled a gush of air as the pain in my neck throbbed through my body.
“Freeze!” the voice that saved me from dying growled again, and my body snapped out of its numb state. I slowly raised my head and stared at the man standing a few distances away from us. Though my vision was still blurred, I could see the gun in his hand, pointing at the man behind me.
“Step away from her right now!" He snapped and began to shuffle closer.
The closer he got, the clearer my vision became.
My brows raised when I realized that it was the cop at the station.
Was he stalking me?
“I did nothing!" Harry growled, and a chuckle escaped from my mouth.
“I'm going to have you arrested for assault. You slashed her twice and almost choked her to death," the cop said.
Harry huffed, his lips twitching up in displeasure.
“You got a warrant?" He spat, and the man sighed.
"Still trying to be stubborn? Come with me, we're going to the station and she's going to file a complaint," he said and began to walk towards him.
“Come on…”
“Let him go," I blurted out.
Both of them stopped arguing and turned their heads in my direction.
I clutched my side as I staggered up to my feet.
“We got into an unserious fight,” I muttered as I sent Harry a glare.
The cop scoffed in disbelief and shook his head.
“I saw him stab you twice!"
"There are no wounds on my body. Are you hallucinating or something?” I said, and his eyes darkened.
He lowered the gun, glaring at me in rage.
“Why are you defending him?" He asked.
I sighed and brushed my hand back before shuffling towards him.
“I don't want any trouble with the cops, especially you, but if you keep taking this this far, I might have no choice but to file a report against you for stalking me in the first place,” I blurted out.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Harry grin widely in relief.
“Ha! Seems the cop is the one who needs to get arrested,” he said, and the cop threw a glare at him.
"I'm having him arrested. Stay out of it, it's up to you to file a complaint or not,” he muttered and approached Harry.
My heart tightened and I didn't hesitate to rush in between him.
"If you do this, they'll find out,” I snapped, glaring into his eyes.
Confusion flashed across his eyes, and he shot his head back, his gaze darting from my face to that of Harry, who stood behind me with his hands raised in the air.
"You told him?" Harry huffed.
I turned around and slammed my fist into his belly, and he groaned loudly.
“You should be lucky I haven't handed you over to the police. You'd better sit back and do nothing. If you say a word to those people, I will kill you myself!” I warned.
A cop was standing right next to me, yet I didn't mind saying those words.
"What's going on here?” He asked, and I shook my head.
"Nothing,” I blurted out and glared at Harry for the final time before shuffling to the door of the dress shop, still rubbing my sore neck.
"Hey, Nox!" Harry called, and I snapped a glare at his grinning face.
"Don't go around underestimating people. That rule is what is still keeping your crazy brothers alive," he mocked.
"I have no words for a dying man, and I make my own rules too," I snapped at him and continued my walk to the door while his laughter haunted my ears.
"I wish you the best in your impossible quest!"
I narrowed my eyes at his annoying rants before I paused at the door and turned to the cop.
"Come on, we need to leave!” I groused, swinging my hand in the air.
He hesitated for a moment before following me out of the dress shop.
We began to trudge along the sidewalk in silence, but I knew he was just as angry as I was.
“Do you even know what you're doing? And I'm sure I saw him slice you open,” he finally broke the silence, staring at me with a puzzled expression.
I stopped walking and turned around to face him.
I stared boldly into his dim blue eyes and clutched the bag tightly.
“So? What are you going to do about it? Do you have evidence to prove your words?" My brows raised as I asked.
He remained silent and just stared blankly at me.
“Stop talking about my wounds. It still won't make your grandfather's paranormal theories true,” I muttered, and he scoffed loudly.
His lips twitched up and he took a step closer, then placed a hand on my shoulder, causing shock waves to hit my almost numb arm.
"I don't need your confirmation to be sure he was right? I know you're just like that man locked up, just a glance at both of you told me that,” he said, and my belly knotted.
I shrugged his hand off and frowned.
There was no way I could convince him otherwise. He knew the truth, and no matter what I had to say, he still wouldn't believe me.
"What are you going to do about it? Lock me up in some asylum?" I asked, and he scoffed.
“No, I'm just satisfied that I believed him for a while until he was taken away after people called him mad," he said, and my heart clenched.
Even though I was upset, I still felt sad for his grandfather. He faced the same scrutiny that I faced for saying the truth.
I wanted to inquire about his whereabouts, but I kept silent and turned around instead.
“Was that why you stalked me?" I asked.
“No, I was just curious about what you were up to, and now, I'm happy I stalked you anyway, you would have been dead by now," he chuckled loudly.
I narrowed my eyes and pushed my hair back, sighing loudly.
“You don't know this, but I called your brothers," he muttered, and my feet froze.
My heartbeat accelerated, and a sickening feeling washed over me.
"You did what?” I whispered in horror.
He sighed and placed his hand on his waist, swinging his head back as worry darted across his eyes.
"I'm worried you'll get killed, Adriana, so I called them to come get you,” he blurted out, and my breath got knocked out.