Someone died

Someone died
Jason POV




It feels like I am losing Nero bit by bit. I had always thought we were close, but it's like I never knew the entire him, and only perceived the side of him he wanted me to experience.




A saddened sense of frustration circled through me as I stared at his number on my screen, wondering if I should call him because we haven't talked for days. 




Ever since he took Blake and left me to handle Scarlett, I have become a freaking babysitter, and she's not talking to me either, even though she's staying in my suite.




The things I do from Nero is fucking annoying… Giving up my personal space and sleeping on the couch should be my breaking point, but I don't even know what my damn breaking point is at this moment.




After all, I gave up Blake for him, and now, I am stuck with Scarlett who is bossy as fuck, and Harley is not speaking to me either.




Suddenly, I have become just a customer than a friend to her since I brought Scarlett in, and I don't think I am helping my case either by avoiding her.

But what else can I do? It's not like I can tell her the truth and fix things between us. I don't even know what her friendship means to me.




"Why do I care about everything and everyone!" I mumbled beneath my breath, feeling pissed at myself.




"What are you talking about now?" Scarlett let out.




And I swayed my gaze away from the ceiling and looked to my left to see her glaring at me from the other couch.




"Look who finally decided to speak! I thought you were deaf and dumb for these past days?" I scoffed before looking back at the ceiling.




"You know I can kick your ass, right?!"




"Bossy bitch!"




"What did you call me!?" 




Hearing the anger in her tone, I smirk at the thought of her being pissed because she had been so annoying for the past few days.




"I called you a 'bossy bitch!' Also, you should know not just anyone can become a beta to an Alpha, so watch your words and threat." I mumbled, eyeing her for a second.




"You and I know Nero wasn't going to let anyone become his beta, except you. So do not kiss your own ass. It's not a pretty look on you." Scarlett uttered, sounding so proud of her words.




"Can you book a flight and go back home?"




"Not until Nero accomplished his task. Our leader needs to know if plan B will be needed since plan A…"




"What plan B?!"




When silence followed my question, I sat up immediately and let out, "What plan B, Scarlett."




With a half-smile on her face, she rolled her eyes and mocked, "Wouldn't you like to know." 




"Yes! I would like to know!" I uttered, despite knowing that she was taunting me.




"Unfortunately, it's not for your ears."




"Scarlett, don't do anything stupid!"




"Nero is the one being ridiculous here by screwing around with that girl! I think he left his brain back home!"




"You don't understand!"




"Oh, I do."




Looking her directly in her eyes, I hardened my face and warned, "Scarlett, you don't know what you are talking about or have the slightest idea of what you are messing with!"




"Since you are such a smart ass, then tell me what the hell he sees in her to fuck everything up like this!"




"I think she's the one!"




"What?!"




When I saw the look of hurt in Scarlett's eyes, I knew those words were not supposed to escape my lips, and I tried to fix it by saying, "What I meant is that…"




But she interrupted me and let out, saying, "Plan B is to break them up, so he can focus on getting the fucking job done! And I think it is time I do just that!"




"Scarlett, wait…" I said as she stood from the couch. "Where do you think you are going?"




"I think I have waited a bit longer than I should to introduce myself to Blake?"




"You don't want to piss up Nero like this!"




"I don't take command from Nero or you, but his father!!"




This was getting way more serious than I expected, and I rushed from my seat, grabbing her by the arm as she was about to walk off.




"Don't do this!" I mumbled pleadingly.




Scarlett turned her head and glared at me, looking down at my fingers around her arm before grimacing back at my eyes.




"Why?" She uttered with a look of bitterness on her face.




"We both know that you are not doing this because of the mission, but your selfish intention," I uttered calmly, choosing those words carefully so I wouldn't offend her.




"How can one be so wrong and yet right at the same time."




"Scarlett,"




"Nero doesn't belong to her. He's only going to hurt himself with her in his life, and I am not going to stand back and allow him to self destroy his life. Also, this is more about the mission than my feelings for him."




Annoyed, I lashed out at her, "If it's more about the mission…!!! If you are doing this because of whatever task Nero has to accomplish, then you should know that plan B will only cause problems for him, and you are only going to hurt his plans."




"Nero had strayed off the path of his plan a long time ago, and he was the only one who wanted that strategy in the first place. The order has always been, 'Wiped them all up!" Scarlett said, furrowing her brows.




"Scar!"




"I am not going to allow him to mess this up for the second time. If he had not intervened the first time, I would have done my job then, and Blake wouldn't be alive to ruin his life like this!" 




Now, I was confused, and the more I tried to make sense of shit, it became more complicated, and that send my anger off the chart!"




"What does that even mean?!" I cried out in desperation. 




"Let go of my arm," Scarlett uttered, looking impatient as she yanked her hand only to make me tighten my grip on her.




"No fucking way! Now, tell me what the heck happened on the last mission you and Nero when on!"




"Jason!"




"Looking back now, Nero wouldn't talk about it to me back then no matter how much I asked, and he seemed depressed for quite a while! What happened that day, Scarlett?!"




"Someone died, and it fuck him up for some reason. Now let go of me!!" 




"Who?!"




"Let go of my hand, Jason!! Don't make me tear down this suite and put Nero in some serious financial obligation." 




"Who died that day, Scarlett?! Why did it mess him up! Why wouldn't you two just be honest with me for once! Damn it!!" 




Slowly, my fingers let go of her arm when I noticed her eyes shifting color, and I took a moment, staring into her yellow eyes before withdrawing my hand to my side.




"Don't do this," I mumbled, hoping that I would help change her mind.




"Only our leader can call this off, and unfortunately, he gave me that order a long time ago, and I was simply giving Nero the benefits of the doubt," Scarlett said with this stubborn look in her eyes that told me this was happening and I can not stop it.




Silently, I watched her walk away, and once the door shut closed behind her, I rushed towards the closet, and took out a shirt, wearing it over my underwear before rushing out of the suite.




When I got to the lobby, Scarlett was already walking out of the front door, and I subconsciously shouted, "Can you stop and let's talk about this!"




Yet, my words did nothing to stop her from walking out that door, and after she did, I was about to chase her, when I froze and looked back, meeting Harley's eyes.




But she immediately looked the other way, and I felt myself hesitating for a moment before chasing Scarlett out the door.




When I arrived outside, she was nowhere in sight, and I had to run back into the hotel because I left my wallet in my suite.




Out of desperation, I did something idiotic. I ran over to the counter to Harley and asked, "Can I borrow fifty bucks? I will repay you later."




"Seriously?" Harley scoffed, giving me a look of pure disbelief.




"I'm sorry. But it's very important."




"She is very important. Got it!"




"That's not it."




As I watched her reach for her purse, I could only wonder what was going on in her head because I was too afraid to ask just what she thought about me.




"Here!" Harley let out a bit harshly, resting the fifty dollars bill on the table. 




"I'm sorry," I mumbled, reaching for the money.




"You know what hurts? I don't even know what you are sorry about. That suck."




"I… Thanks for this."




How could I explain what I was sorry about if I too didn't know exactly what I was apologizing for? 




For a moment, I studied her eyes, and then walked away, ignoring her voice when she said in a whisper, "I told you to stop being wishful, Harley."