Chapter 3

I woke up feeling weary and tired. I sat up slowly and grabbed my phone. No messages, no missed calls. After a quick shower, my stomach rumbled and I went to the kitchen and ate the leftover apple pie I made last night alongside my milk.

Seeing the carton of milk made me miss my mom.

I finished my breakfast and stepped out, locking the door behind me. Dave was waiting for me on his new red bike.

“Want a ride?” he said and I grinned at him.

“How did you get this?” I asked. Dave smiled and slapped the seat.

“My uncle bought this for me and said I should be delivering parcels with this baby here,” he said, and I nodded, not wanting to waste any time.

Dave mounted and I mounted behind him. He started the bike and soon we zoomed off the paved roads of Neonhaven.

“We are here,” I said when I saw the familiar building I was going to be working in. Dave whistled when he saw the tall massive building.

“Are you kidding me, you work here, Diana? My God, we’re gonna be rich soon” he said, grinning, and I punched him playfully.

“Bye Dave, I’ll see you soon,” I said, and he nodded and winked at me, mounted his bike, and drove off.

Remembering what happened yesterday made my mood sour and I stepped in. Cold air-conditioned air slammed into me, as I walked in, Meera smiled in greeting and I went upstairs to the office I was to work in.

Meera had told me Mr Varane was not around yet.

I glanced around the spacious office and stared at the city below. My mind was threatening to go haywire anytime from the info I got, I needed to get answers. I turned on the laptop on the desk and started researching.

A knock disrupted my research and I shut down the laptop.

“Come in” I yelled, and Mr. Varane came in looking older, his face was gaunt and worry lines were evident on his forehead, and the only thing that hadn’t changed about him was his built body. He was still tall.

“Sorry for hanging up yesterday” he started and I groaned, can’t this man even let me get angry with him for once?

I have to admit I was mad at him yesterday, yeah, for hanging up. But mostly for keeping the truth from me, letting me suffer in foster homes.

“Alright,” I said, “But why did you hang up,” I asked, and he stared at me hard.

“My phone was bugged, I was being monitored yesterday, and I had to change phones ten times yesterday,” he said, and my eyes widened.

I was tired of my shitty phone, and here was someone saying he changed phones ten times yesterday.

“Seriously Mr. Varane?” I asked, and he smiled wryly, then his expression turned serious.

“Believe me Diana, I had to take you from your home to a foster home to keep you safe.

"I did that to keep tabs off you. And when the timing was right, I had to bring you back, but now the enemy knows,” he said, and I glanced at him, trying to figure out if he was joking, but he looked damned serious.

“Wait who? Who the fuck is after me and why?” I yelled.

Mr. Varane stared at me sadly, he slipped out a small pack of gum, opened it, and popped some into his mouth. The smell of mint filled my nostrils sharply,

“I can't say I do have my guesses, but one person always comes to my mind,” Vare said.

“Who? Tell me please” I begged, but Mr. Varane shook his head adamantly.

“I will tell you when the time is right, right now you might be in jeopardy, so too much information might be dangerous to you,” he said and stood up,

“I should be going to my office now and you should start working right away, and stay safe.” he straightened up his suit and walked out of the office.

I let out my breath, did my graphics design for the company, and submitted it for review.

I checked my phone and realized it was time to go home. I packed up and said bye to Mr. Varane, who looked busy on his computer, only smiled and sent me on my way,

After minutes of waiting for a bus at the bus stop, I started to feel hungry and I decided to go to a restaurant. My ordered Pepperoni pizza was placed in front of me. As I was eating, my attention fell on a powerfully built guy, he sat at a table slowly chewing a huge pile of steak, and when he raised his face to mine, oh God……, my knees started to buckle.

Even while sitting, the guy was so perfect, sea-green eyes, his lips were well colored and were the most tempting I had ever seen in a guy.

I must have been staring for so long because he scowled and went back to his meal and my head got clearer.

I cursed and finished the last of my pizza.

I glanced at where the handsome guy had sat but he was gone, and I sighed in relief. Staring at him made my head fuzzy and gave me this light feeling.

I stepped out of the restaurant and crashed into someone's back, which sent me flying back onto my ass. I closed my eyes in embarrassment and anger. I opened my eyes and sure enough, the person crashed into was the guy from the restaurant.

“Watch where you goin miss,” he said, his deep voice doing strange things to my inside, this only made me madder.

“Why don’t you move out of the way yourself, move your shit out of people's way” I yelled and slowly shut up when his eyes hardened.

I wasn't normally afraid when one gets psycho, but this dude's eyes were like those of a stormy sea, his usual stoic expression scared me and I stood up and backed up slowly.

“I am sorry” I quickly amended, his green eyes didn't even soften, they hardened the more and, I could swear, they flashed yellow.

“Better be,” came his deep voice, so cold and laced with anger, I should have apologized and left, but I don't know what came over me.

I started to get angry at his tone, like he was the boss here, who the hell did he think he was?

“You know you should smile or laugh often,” I told him, “You look like a psycho,” I said.

“I am,” he said, his expression even got fierce, but I was too angry to even feel fear.

“I don't know what a cockroach like you would be thinking, that you would not watch where you are going. Good day”, he stared at me and his eyes briefly became yellow.

He turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving me to wonder whether I was dreaming or not if his eyes had turned yellow.

Who the hell was this guy?