Aurelia
I was halfway across the lobby when a hand closed around my wrist. I turned, my self defense instincts immediately kicking in.
"Easy, Little Writer"
Brown hair, amber eyes and a smell of whiskey and sin. Jayvion. All good. Alive.
"It's a good thing you listened to me for once" there's a hint of tease in his voice.
"Jayvion--" my voice carried mixed emotions-- relief, fear, confusion, longing...
"My Twyla" he breathed, his voice low.
I stared down at his hand grabbing my wrist. His knuckles are raw, split mess of crimson and swollen flesh. I gasped.
"Your hand... What's wrong?" I asked, worry lacing my voice.
"My car. Now" he turned, guiding me towards a service exit away from valet line. His strides are long and purposeful. I stumbled, struggling to keep up in my heels and tight dress.
The car was a sleek, silent beast-- something expensive and anonymous with no visible brand.
Once we're both in the car, he ignited the engine and hits the road. City lights danced across the hard planes of his face as he drove. The silence in the car was deafening only broken by the soft hum of the car engine.
"Who are those tracking me?" I broke the silence, my voice quivery.
"Patience, Little Writer" he growled, keeping his eyes on the road.
"But you need to say something, Jayvion!" I don't usually lose my cool or yell at someone easily but tonight was an exception. I'm so overwhelmed.
He didn't look at me.
"Does it matter?" He asked.
"Of course it does. You can't just appear with bloodied knuckles and tell me it doesn't matter! I'm being tracked because of you. You shouldn't still keep me in the dark! I deserve to know something!" Tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks as I lashed out at him. My chest heaved up and down, my breath coming out in shallow pants.
Jayvion's face hardened, making him look like he was carved from stone. He pulled over in a quiet dark alley and turned to me.
Jayvion
I watched Aurelia lash out at me. She's a combination of different fucked up emotions.
"It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. Everything that touches me becomes a target. I told you to stay away" I gave her a dark, piercing gaze.
"But you asked me to meet you! You sent me pictures! You break into my house!" She looked angry and frustrated. Her pent-up emotions exploded in a wrong time.
"You enjoyed every bit of it. You moaned my name while you have a knife on your throat. You walked across a room full of people when I called. You love the danger, the chaos" I pointed, ever so calmly as my eyes flickered dangerously. I am right. I know I am.
I leaned in, grabbing her neck with my bloodied hand. I pinned my against the seat. My face hovered over hers.
"My world is real violence and real violence isn't pretty. It's messy featuring blood, death, sin and danger. Not like the ones you write in books. That's just the tip of an iceberg. This is what real violence looked like" I paused, letting the words sink in. I didn't lie. I didn't sugarcoat anything. I said it raw and true. It's left for her to believe me or not.
"I want to go home" of all things I expected her to say, that wasn't among them.
Her voice was barely audible and her face was a mess. Mascara and eye liner smeared down her cheeks as tears streamed continuously. What the hell was she crying for when I was right here, trying to protect her with my life?
I let go of her throat and sat back.
"Your home isn't safe. It's the second place they hit after the event" I replied, strictly. Trevor's men had informed me about it and I'm still trying to get my shit together and protect her. The Obsidians are trying to fuck with my head and they almost succeeded. Almost.
"Then where the hell are you taking me to?!" She yelled, her frustration growing by second. For fuck's sake, I was fed up.
"Shut the fuck up and let me drive you somewhere safe! Or keep talking and I'll show you what I do to those who yell in my face!" I retorted coldly, clearly irritated by her outbursts. I pinned her with a glare that made her squirm on her seat.
This wasn't the infuriatingly sexy Jayvion, nor the obsessive stalker. This is a man who's trying to protect his frustrated possession and she wouldn't even let me do that in peace.
"You have two options, Aurelia. Stay quiet and let me take you somewhere safe. Or get down, get a cab and go home. See how long it takes before they knock down your door" this is the second time I'm using her real name and I bet she's infuriated by it.
Her eyes flashed with fear. Right, she's scared. She should be. I saw the fear in her eyes, smelled it from the way she breathed and sensed it in the way she shrunk back to her seat. One be
at passed, then two.
"Just...drive"