8. starve them to death.
“okay?” I was confused and once he saw my face he came and sat down next to me.
“no one knows about you, even I didn’t until we did a background when mila found you. We couldn’t find anything which was strange all we got was an old school application so we didn’t bring it up to chase.”
“yeah, my team has erased a lot of my online track.”
“exactly, when we saw chase react to you we asked him but he didn’t tell us, after your bullshit story at the ice cream place. No offence but you’re an open book to a fellow torturer.”
“oh good to know that.” I said sarcastically.
“To everyone in school though, you're just another rich kid, chase told us this morning about your whole, going to inherit ACAB after your dad and Charles situation.”
“so you know about the knife?” he nodded, “only I know, right hand perks and all.” I smiled at that “right now I just came to meet you after the meeting of the gangs got over. Supply tales have been set this year is going to be fun,”
“yeah, but like also, why include me in your group? Is this some betrayal plan? I carry a knife around every day you should know this.”
“oh I know all about that black foldable knife. Trust me I wish I didn’t. the moment I found it missing Chase has been acting weird about it. It doesn’t look so lost to me right now in your hand.”
“oh” I tried to hide my blush looking away. “How are you okay with sharing so much with me?” I asked
“Chase said its fine, I mean we are in alliance and I don’t see you as a threat, especially if you’re a sculptor too.”
“wait, you're one too?” this dude likes knives? No wonder I haven’t had the urge to slash a few veins in his body.
“yeah. It’s my job, cause killing is just so much less blood. I heard what you did to Charlie jackol. Balsy. But now that I know who you are, I know you're well protected.”
“meh, no my finest work. He can still walk. I didn’t cut the cord even though I should have.”
“first loves are the hardest to cut off.” He said and gave me a knowing look.
“okay so like what now, what does Dicanto want? And is he in danger? Do we need to take care of something?” I said wanting to know more
“you need to ask Chase that. Only he would give or know the real answer.” He said and after a small break he continued to talk, “The Dicanto’s kinda adopted me after my father left me there when I was 14, I trained and learnt everything there is to know to be a good right hand. I was happy with that, no responsibilities to take over blah blah” for the first time in weeks I let my guard down and let him know I know I was listening, he just smiled, but you could see his thoughts traveling to the bittersweet memories.
“so you are the right hand at the moment or there is someone over you?” I asked to change the silence, wanting to know more about their operations. Dad said they weren’t a threat so I think it was safe to ask without crossing boundaries.
“well, once Chase takes over I will get to do the real stuff, right now I’m just helping out.”
“okay, that makes sense.”
“so I’ll see you at Mila’s?”
“sure I’ll just get ready and be there in an hour max, text me the address.”
“oh don’t worry about reaching there.”
“what?”
“don’t question it sweetheart, just go with it.” He winked, got up to leave the knife arena but I threw one of my mini blades near his shoulder and nicked his arm. A drop of blood on the knife’s blade. He looked up at me smiling but startled.
“don’t call me sweetheart.”
He just smirked in return.
Only he got to call me that without bloodshed, I thought. But deep down I knew the he, I was talking about now was different. Was I developing a crush?
After I mentally prepared myself to go for a shower and wear my jean shorts and loose tee and figured to keep my knife on the belt. I was feeling pretty cute, I wore my running shoes and gave myself a last look in the mirror. I got a notification on my phone about someone trying to pass the main entry in their car. I saw the footage sent, it was Chase. Now I got what Anderson meant, I guess it’s the perfect time to talk to him about out gang and its pasts. I sent a signal to ask him to wait.
I walked till the main gate and the nearer I got the more my heartrate exhilarated. I saw him in his G-wagon in matt black, love it. The car not the dude with the fuckboy smirk on it.
Chase opened the car door for me. And I quietly got in.
“Anderson told me you know.” He broke the silence.
“yes” I was too lazy to lie today.
“we aren’t enemies Valerie . You can relax around me.”
If only he knew it wasn’t the business side of us I was tensed about.
“I know. But I still don’t know everything and that keeps me on edge.”
“I don’t know everything either. I just know we are allies and we don’t hate each other in the business sector. And if you get to know me more than I’m sure you’ll love me.”
“love is too far no?” I looked at him
“tolerate should be enough, actually, any feeling I have towards you, you should be grateful I feel in the first place.”
“ok, ouch. But also I know you love me Valerie .”
“you wish”
“in my dreams you do”
“ew, stop dreaming about me creep”
“hey, at least I dream about pretty things, what do you dream about, knives and guns and mental torture.” He countered
The way this man has read me like an open book.
“yes.” I replied
“well, hopefully I can give you a picture of me in full killer mode to get you to dream about a more exciting part of torture.”
“have you tortured someone?”
“nah, all that screaming, I'm too impatient for it.” He replied and the car went into a semi-comfortable silence.