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Chapitre 7: They’re Definitely Following Me

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I'm still wallowing when something tells me to look up, and when I do, I meet the gaze of the burly guy at the corner and immediately look away. I feel a sudden chill run through me. He looks scary, for starters, his eyes are dark and broody. His arms look like they're straining the material of the suit he has on, and his hair is cut short. Also, his nose looks like it has been broken a few generous times. 

There's just something about the way he looks at me that makes me sure that he is with the Triple Triad syndicates. They don't have to outright say it, but the way they carry out themselves clues you in.

My focus shifts back to my cup of coffee. Being on this guy's radar is the last thing I want right now. I don't get why he's gawking at me, that alone makes me break a sweat. I'm just a low-life omega. Sure, he doesn't look like he is in a high position in the mafia. He must be the muscle. But even then, the fact that he's with the Triple Triads means he's still above me. 

Reign walks over to me again, holding the coffee pot. "Need a top up?" she asks, beaming a smile at me."

"No, thanks Reign." I shake my head. "I should be on my way. Thanks for letting me sit for a while." 

Her gaze drops to my stomach, and I can see her face twitch. Much as I hate to admit it, I know she pities me. That could be the reason she lets me sit for long without hassling me. 

I get to my feet, getting ready to leave. But I still feel the burly man's stare at the back of my skull. Knowing that he is watching me makes me uncomfortable, but there isn't much I can do about it. I leave the bill on the table and take my leave, and I hear the little bells jingle behind me as I exit the diner. I can't fight the unease that courses through me when after just a few steps I hear the bells jingle again. 

Did he just follow me outside?

It can't be. I don't dare to turn my back to confirm. 

But the scrape of the shoes on the sidewalk piques my curiosity. I'm summoning all my willpower to not turn back to look however much it freaks me out. Whoever it is, they seem to be heading in the same direction as me. 

After all, people leave diners. It doesn't necessarily mean something terrible is about to happen. If it's the burly guy behind me, that means he just has someplace to be. It doesn't mean he is following me. He can't be following a nobody like me. He sure has no business with me, right?

I pick my pace as I hurry down the sidewalk, and I notice a black SUV with tinted windows parked down the street. The streetlights illuminate its tinted windows, but I still can't see a thing. However, I have this gut feeling that someone is watching me from the inside as I pass. 

When I finally decide to glance over my shoulder, I notice the burly suit guy after me. Dread slithers through me as I pick my pace again, and I'm relieved when he peels off to the SUV. I feel a tinge of relief, and I hurry down the street. I'm trembling like a leaf. Sure, I have no reason to think the weird-looking guy is after me, but I can't fight my gut feeling. 

I have to admit though that I am paranoid. I fear what Jake might do when he finds out he didn't finish the job. Part of me always suspected that he either had links with the mob or worked for them, given his endless heroin supply and how he dressed. What even fuels my suspicion was how easily he tried to kill me. To him, my life was useless, and on the possibility that I could be pregnant, it was expendable.

The strange guy wasn't after me, right? I mean, he already went towards that SUV, thank heavens. I don't want any more problems on top of the ones I already have. The last thing I want is to be followed by the mob. I suspect that Jake isn't looking for me. He thinks that he handled the problem and I died at the motel. I was only lucky that housekeeping found me before the situation turned dire, but would Jake know that? I doubt he would.

I doubt he even gave me another thought after he kicked my hand off and left me convulsing in there. 

I try to shake off the gloomy thoughts before they take me to a point of no return. I cross my arms over my chest as the cold bites into my skin as I hurry down to the homeless shelter. It's the best I can do because I didn't carry my jacket. I used to love this weather, but that was back when I had a place to call home.

Sure, my parents were addicts, but even then, I could say they were a bit functional. But that only lasted until they couldn't afford our house rent, and when we were finally thrown out, I went to fend for myself. 

We eventually lost contact when they became full-on druggies, and I didn't regret that bit. They took pleasure in telling me that I'd been their mistake, and I didn't see much loss when I finally cut ties with them. I have no idea where they are, and I don't care.

I'm close to the shelter when I hear the slow rumbling of an engine behind me, then I notice I'm being followed. Dread lodges at the back of my throat and I feel my skin grow gooseflesh. I don't dare look back because I don't want to come to terms with this, and I'm afraid of what I might see. What's with this night?

But my fear overrides my warning bells, and I turn back and take a glance.

Shit! It's the black SUV!


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Chapitre 8: He'll Play The Part

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Dread jolts through me when I realize they are actually following me. I up my pace, trying to get as far away from them as I can, knowing all too well that it's impossible because I'm walking and they have a car. It's a futile endeavor, really. I couldn't have crossed paths with them anywhere, which taunts me because I don't understand why they are following me. 

If the Triple Triads have zeroed in on me for any reason, I'm sure there won't be a single soul at the homeless shelter who'll stand up and against them and defend me. They wouldn't even if they wanted to. Still, I have strong survival instincts. I don't wait for them to catch me. I'll take my chances at running away then deliberately surrendering myself to these men, so I do what I do best, run. 

I hear the SUV engines revving and cut into the alley right in front of me, blocking my path. I freeze and stop in my tracks. My pulse has gone haywire and my chest burns so that I can barely draw a breath in my lungs. 

When the driver steps out, I notice it is the burly suit guy from the diner. He goes and opens the passenger backdoor without looking at me. I catch sight of polished fancy shoes as an expensive-looking alpha steps out of the car. 

Never once have I met the leader of the Triple Triad Syndicate. He's built quite a reputation for himself, and not once have I heard stories of his ruthlessness and how he rules by a fist. I have seen his pictures though, so I know what he looks like. 

The alpha exiting the car looks much like the leader, and even though he is much younger, they have strikingly similar features. They have a defined jawline, a hawkish nose, and full lips. 

Even though I am beyond terrified, I have to admit this is the most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my entire life. He looks stunning even in the dim light. His tawny skin, his long hair. His hazel eyes. It's the look in his eyes that makes my heart almost stop. They are sharp, and piercing, and seem to be looking right through me. 

Why would we want to talk to me? I have no idea. Whatever it is, I'm sure it can't be for a good reason. Nothing good ever comes from associating yourself with the mafia. I'm still terrified, so when I notice him come towards me, I lunge back and start going around the car. 

"Don't make this any harder than it has to be." He says, and his voice sends a chill through me. "Stop."

I immediately obey. I know running will do me no good. Even if I run, the driver will come after me and he will catch me. I don't want to add myself problems by making them angry, so I stop. 

The alpha walks up to me, and much as I'm trying to stay calm, I can't downplay my terror. I'm shaking like a leaf. His eyes scan me from top to bottom and back, like I'm some used car he's planning to ditch. My chest feels heavy, and the only thing I can hear is my heart beating wildly in my ears. I want to move, but my feet feel stuck to the ground. A dreadful feeling settles over me. 

His gaze sticks to my stomach for a bit then he looks up at me.

"You're pregnant." He says, and my hands cover my stomach on instinct but I remain quiet. I'm not sure I can even form a response now, considering how tight my throat feels. I'm even having trouble swallowing. 

He moves closer to me, and the scent of his expensive cologne wafts up my nostrils. In truth, this man smells like money. His shirt is black and he's got its first three buttons undone. What still baffles me is what this man wants with a nobody like me. Why is he even wasting his time talking to me? 

Now that he is much closer, I get a good look at those hawkish hazel eyes, and I see a dark ring around them. 

"He's good-looking, Miles." He says to the burly one over his shoulder. "That I'll give you."

"What did I tell you?" the other man teased. 

They can't be talking about me. Why would a man of his caliber say I'm good-looking, what does he even think looks good in me, my belly? My mind is racing with questions, ones that I can't bring myself to ask. Even then, I'm too terrified to feel flattered. 

The alpha gawks at me, and one more time, his eyes drop to my belly. "You look desperate. I assume you'd grab a lifeline if I offered you one."

I squint disbelievably. Nothing that this man says sounds true. After all, I've learned enough to know nothing good comes with these favors. "What?"

He snickers, his face not hiding how bored he looks very well. He repeats the same words to me, slowly this time as though I'm an idiot. "I. Assume. You'd. Grab. A. Lifeline. If. I. Offered. You. One."

Heat rushes to my face. "I heard you the first time, sir. I'm just not sure if I know what you mean."

He crosses his arms over his chest and takes a step back and continues to scan me. "You don't look like someone I'd go for, usually. I often go for someone…" he hesitated for a bit. "My class. And you're clearly not that."

I'm racking my confused brain, still trying to make sense of what he means. I blink repeatedly, utterly bewildered by his words. "What? I…I don't understand, what do you want with me?"

Like he didn't hear my question, he continued to scan me. This now looks more creepy than terrifying, but what choice do I have now?

"You just need a good cleanup and a change of clothes. Then you'll play the part." 

I am now completely lost. "What part?"

His lips curve into a sinister grin. "My husband."


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