Angie.

Chapter 55
ANGIE POV
I was doing my morning routine, jogging through the street of Las Vegas.
I’ve been doing this for the past six days since Damien asked me to return home.
I was still jogging along the way when a Mercedes Benz which was black tinted, recklessly pulled over a few meters away from my stance.
I froze with a lot of thoughts running through my mind, even though I wanted to Sprint off, my spirit and my legs refused to.
Did Damien send someone over to get me?
Although I was scared I remained unmoved and faltered.
I waited for three seconds, the sounds from my heart sounding like a click.
The door from the passenger down opened, and I was astonished at the very sight in front of me.
He shrugged his head in a cone sign, and without hesitating, I sprinted towards him with a smile written on my face.
“Angie, was it my father who had given you so much freedom to roll around the street of Las Vegas?” He asked in a sharp and funny tone, with grips on the steering, his lips falling into a straight line as if he wasn’t the one who had just spoken now.
“Your father will kill me, right? If he finds out?” I asked in sarcasm.
He kept mute, not uttering any words but rather he looked outside through his side window, nodding his head periodically.
“What about my brother?” Salem asked and I threw my face to the other side.
Why is he asking me about his brother?
“I don’t know…”I stuttered, squeezing my face in annoyance.
He just smiled while staring at me.
“Did he have a new girlfriend?”
Salem asked me that question and I was pissed. I felt my heart shattered at that moment. I felt the buried annoyance resurging from its grave right to the surface of my heart.
I never replied because the question was stupid to me.
“Who is my brother to you and who are you to my brother? Does he love you the same way you love him? If you never loved him? Are you just his…”
“Slut?”I chimed, cutting him off with his unspoken words.
I knew that was what he would say.
Yeah, I know my stance on Robert’s life. I’m just his slut and nothing more, I shouldn’t even dare to think so highly of myself in his life.
Salem is Robert’s cousin but has been away from Las Vegas for a long time. He was my lifesaver then, whenever Robert took any of his drugs and was going to fuck me to death, Salem will surface like a dark cloud and distract Robert’s attention towards football.
Salem was my crush then, I wished we could have some time together but seemed like he was pretty afraid of Robert.
“So…” We both chorused, I paused with my mouth apart in the air, checking him out, his facial features and jaw.
He slammed his mouth into a firm line and gawked his eyes at me. I tilted my head at that moment to the left before placing my hands across my head.
“Look, “I paused, turning my face from my left to face him and then rolling my eyes at him.
“Why are you back?”
“And what are you doing on the street of Las Vegas in tight panties short?”He released his grip on the steering with the motor still in a moving motion.
My eyes nipped to the road wary of an upcoming vehicle.
There was a truck, but its distance was still far away from ours.
Foremost, I fastened my seatbelt to be on the safer side. I was quiet not saying any words to stop him. I was expecting him to stop due to his high sense of humor but it looks like he was pulling some skits.
“You aren’t dragging me to hell with you right?”I cocked my eyes at him in askance when he wasn’t going to place his hands back on the steering.
The truck was just a few meters away at the moment.
His lips curved into a beautiful curl, as he dragged his hands from the gear raising it from two to one and then bringing the hands to the steering.
“Will you be my guest?” His hands were still a few inches away from the steering, and the truck will be near ours in the next 3 seconds.
“No, I don’t want to…” I replied, swaying my hands to the steering.
He flung my hands away from his putting his facial countenance into a firm look.
He was just smiling a few minutes ago why the sudden Frank look?
“I don’t want to die now but if you dragged me to hell, I swear I’d be your nightmares, I’ll hunt you down.”
***
Now, this was crazy. The truck almost crushed our front bonnet.
“Now drop me, Salem! I hate you!”
As the Mercedes Benz pulled over by the road, Salem never mentioned anything as the door from my side made a beep sound.
I attempted to push the door open when I froze because I felt his hands resting on my bare back.
I slowly turned to look at him, his eyes were as pure as crystal.
“What …”The words get stuck in my tongue, I couldn’t speak anymore. I only gasped when my jaw was over his shoulders.
His hands were working smoothly at my back. Some seconds bygone, and he let go of me. His fingers run through my light-packed hair.
He gave a groaning sound before busting out into a peal of a smile.
“You looked beautiful and charming”I was expecting him to say these words but he never said them and never stopped me as I pushed the door open and walked over to a side.
He horned before driving off at a great speed.
As I watched his car disappear into thin air, I became saddened at the moment. Maybe he wasn’t even having the same feeling as I do.
Maybe he just detest me and wanted to play with my emotion. Other than me to be played with or my emotions to be tampered with, I rather die with Robert even if he fucked me to death.
***
I was at a cafe. Sitting inside at the extreme, sipping from the cup of coffee which was on the plastic table in front of me with my gaze piercing into the phone in my hand.
“Hmm, “A heavy sigh fell from my mouth.
It’s been three months and I couldn’t believe that I already missed this man. I loved his coldness, the tone of his utterance.
I missed those and I wished for nothing at the moment but to see him and speak to him about things that we haven’t discussed, and go to places that are worth a view such as Iceland.
I whipped the phone into my pocket and busted once again into the street of Las Vegas with an earpad clinging to my ears.
My hands straighten to the length of my knees.
As I was walking down the street, a child who was probably one year ran to the road to pick a toy. A vehicle was coming at a high speed from nowhere.
“Protect this baby.”My instinct spoke in my brain…
As I tried to save the baby, a man from nowhere ran over to the road, and within a blink, he grabbed the baby off the tarred road, bumping into me with the baby hitting hard against my chest.
I fell with my back on the floor while the baby lies gently on my chest with the man’s head knocking against my head at a speed.
“Arrg…”I yelled, and he cautioned himself.
“Is this your baby? Why are you so careless? You should have looked over the child and not allowed her to wander around.” I stared at his moving mouth, ranting and nagging at me.
“She’s a baby, you should protect her and save her from any danger. She might help you tomorrow.” He said, walking away from my side, leaving the baby to me.
I could not utter any words talkless of trying to stop him.
I burst into tears, his words hurt me and seems like an indirect message to me.
The baby whose life was used as a hostage for my victory, what will happen to the baby currently since I couldn’t lure Jack over?
What will also happen to jack when I lure him over? What will happen to the trust between us?
I tried to know but my brain was blind to answers.
Either I saved and abscond with the baby and the mother or I surrender jack to Damien.
But would Damien even let Benita and the baby be freed?
The rule had never for onbeen be breached. I had watched how girls like me swayed from the original plan being chopped and fed to the dog.
Maybe I should trust Damien, he might change and keep to his words or perhaps I contacted Jack to help me save the baby and when he tried to, then he will be caught by Damien and he wouldn’t even know that I set him up.