Chapter 52

Just when I thought things could finally fall into place. Why does it happen again? I thought when he refused to talk to me. Everything was over. I admit I felt helpless and extremely regretful but he was the kind that’s beyond my control. Cause let’s face it, the guy is fucking royalty. That was the issue I could never allow myself to indulge the chance he wanted to take. He scoffed. "Not a few weeks ago, you were begging to talk to me. I thought you’re actually sorry. And now I see you all over a man at a club." The venom in his words was so prominent like a knife slicing my chest agonisingly slow. It fucking hurt. Ouch. "Are you fucking telling me that I’m no different than a *****?" I gritted my teeth. My fists clenched from his insult. "Your words not mine." "You’re basically saying that." I almost screamed at him. I tried to hold back. The music right now wouldn’t completely cover my voice. The slow song was still playing. As soon as those words came out, Nathan landed himself beside me. His shoulder and arm pressed beside me so closely. It was somewhat intimate. It didn’t pass his eyes as he was now extremely glaring at the two of us. If looks could kill... I really don’t want to know how he’d kill us. "What’s your problem, man?" He asked coldly. For the past weeks that I’ve known Nathan, he never really gets mad. He was always kind and sometimes just too good even for me. This is the first time I’ve seen him this cold. And from the looks of it, the way his fist clenched, those skills from training in the army would be put into show if Stefano would step boundaries. Well I can clearly handle myself. "Nathan..." "Don’t, Avery. This guy is clearly disrespecting you." Stefano scoffed. "Are you his knight in shining armor right now? His prince charming?" He scoffed again as if mocking us. "I hope you’re not going to fall victim on one of her stupid games." He then faces me. "As if Collins and I weren’t enough." I noticed Nathan moving as if to punch the daylight out of Stefano Ranallo but I grabbed his arm and squeezed it. Stefano huffed again in annoyance as he noticed my gesture. "You’re being shallow right now." I said through gritted teeth. I hope no one will notice this little scene we are making. "Shallow?" He sauntered towards me. "I’ll show you shallow, White." "Hey, hey." Nathan immediately blocked me from him. "Who are you to cause a scene here? If you’re going to hurt her, you’re going to answer to me." Nathan was tall. But Stefano was taller and had more muscles despite the fact that Nathan had years of training. He could literally look us down if not figuratively. I’m sure he loves this fact because he can easily insinuate fear to his underlings. He chuckled. It sounded so menacingly that I actually fear Nathan’s life more. Nathan could seriously injure Stefano but right now, I feel that it’s the other way around. If not then he’s going to ruin Nathan in some other ways. He is Stefano Ranallo for ****’s sake. The fucking billionaire. "How heroic. You think you’re special but you’re no different than a ragged doll that’s going to be tossed aside sooner or later because you’re no longer wanted." "You think I don’t know her. Well, you have no idea what she’s been through." The look on Stefano’s face showed he indeed didn’t know what Nathan was talking about. And I’m standing here stunned at the things happening. I wanted to say something but no words would come out. I want to punch him and get it over with but the last time I did that, it didn’t end well. He narrowed his eyes and glowered at him. "You asked me who I am. Well prince charming, I’ll tell you this. You might thought you know her but really you don’t. Cause if you have, you would have met the man she fucked and left." I could hear Nathan gasped as he took in his words. And I found myself having a hard time to breath. "And I’m sure you’re no different to her. Just. A. Fucking. Toy." That hurts. That clearly hurts. "You fucking bastard." I heard Nathan cussed as I walked away. I was glad they didn’t notice my absence. They were too caught up with wringing each others necks. Like I always did, I run away. As I found my way towards the exit, Jenna and Sierra suddenly appeared before me. "Avery..." Sierra who was never to talk with a soft voice, somehow she uttered my name like it always sounded like that. Their faces were morphed with concern and worry. I shook my head. "When you saw Nathan, it’s not because you didn’t like him, did you? It’s because he was coming here. Is that why you two were acting strange?" I almost yelled the last part. "Avery, we can explain." Sierra begged me to hear her. The two look so guilty. "Ashton suddenly-" I cut her off. "No, Sierra. Just leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to any one of you." I walked around them towards the exit. I could her Jenna calling me. Her voice was fading as I walked further. I thought I could get some fresh air as soon as I was out, not getting wet by the fucking rain. But I don’t really care right now, I want to get out of here. Some fucking birthday I got. As I continued to walk, I came cross the club’s parking lot. And I don’t even know how my eyes ended up on his car. It was like shining in the midst of the night even with the heavy downpour. Sucks to be me right now. It was already getting colder, not to mention the change of season. I crossed my arms finding warmth within me. I failed to do so when my arm was pulled harshly making me yelp in pain. I looked up to see his sharp grey eyes. His long lashes seemed heavy from the pouring rain. I looked away and pulled my arm from his clutch. He held it tighter. "Let go, Blake." I didn’t want to say his first name. It was too poisonous for me. So I called him the name no one calls him but his mother. "Get in the car, White." I pulled my arm again as protest. He squeezed it again. "What do you fucking want?" I screamed at him. With all the shit he spat awhile ago, I’m surprised this is the time that I actually and finally bursted into anger. "You just ruined something that I finally thought would be good." My voice cracked at the end. He squeezed my arm one last time and dragged me towards his car. He shoved me inside the passenger seat and went to the driver’s. I thought we’re going to talk here out of the rain but instead he started the engine and drove off. I didn’t have the energy to protest or talk to him. I just stared at the rain from the window avoiding his face. Right now, I don’t care where he takes me. I don’t care what he’ll do to me. I just want this night to end.