Playing with fire

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* This chapter and the next I decided to add because I wanted to include different scenes to , so that's why it will have like 0 reads and votes compared to the rest. Enjoy💕







"Veronica I need help"
I rolled my eyes hearing this for the 100th time.

"You don't know how to use a fucking gun?!"
I snapped while the girl stayed quiet.

"Look, go take a break. I'll teach you later"
I said as she walked away.
Slouching back into my seat, I looked at the ground.

A year.

That's how long it's been..
Still hasn't gotten off my mind at all.
How could it?
One of the worst days in my life.

A few seconds later my door knocked.

I looked up at the man and immediately frowned seeing his face

"Mars"
"Veronica"
He said with a smirk walking in.

"Hunter wants you in his room"
He said while I rolled my eyes.

"Tell him in busy" , I said pulling out some papers and placing them in front of me.

Mars looked down chuckling before walking closer.
He set his hands on the desk and leaned down.

I titled my head see him act up.

"I said..Hunter wants you in his room", he tilted his head slightly while not looking away from my eyes.

He was a real piece of shit.

Before I could speak, someone from behind me spoke first.

"Step the fuck away from her" , a harsh voice spoke.
We both turned around and saw Ace standing in the doorway.
Mars looked back at me before stepping away.

"It's either you go there willingly or he will come here..and I won't say it will be pleasant"
He said before exiting the room.

Sighing I left my office going towards his room.

Since the deal was made about joining Mafias my place got expanded. Making several more spaces, gyms, outdoor area.
So there were about 300 security from both mine and Hunters securing the place everyday.

While everyone else inside has their own duties to do.
Me and Hunter avoided each other as much as we could this whole year.

It's not like the past can be easily forgotten.

Standing outside his door I pushed it open and saw him looking out the window.

"What do you want?"
I asked walking inside and shutting the door.

He didn't move. Nor say anything.
Just kept his eyes out the window.

I bit down on my tongue feeling frustrated.

"Hunter", I said in cold voice.

He was just busy staring outside while I was fuming here.

"Fuck sakes..", turning around I was about to leave but he grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"Calm down my love"
He said looking down into my eyes.

"Why did you call me. I'm busy right now"

He nodded and slowly walked over to the window again.
I stood besides him and looked at where he was looking.

It was the beach view.
The sun was setting and it looked beautiful.

"This day..a year ago"
He started and I knew what he was going to say.
"This was exactly where I was standing when I saw you on the floor, with a pool of blood around you"
He said while that night came back into my mind.
The night i tried to push away so bad.

Closing my eyes I took a deep breathe as he looked down at me.

"Is that why you called me here? To fucking remind me of-", Hunter suddenly moved closer to my body and cupped my cheek.

"How you been?"
He asked, like he actually cared.
"It's been a while since we spoke. And now that we work together, I think it's only fair that we stay considerate of each other's feelings don't you think?"
He asked.

"You're a fucking joke Hunter"
I said removing his hand..but he didn't let me.

"What I find a fucking joke, Veronica, is your fucking attitude towards me. Now I don't give a fuck if you're a Mafia leader and have a lot of power, because you know for a fact I have more than you. Us working together does not mean you act like a bitch. I've put my hate for you aside so now it's time for you to do the same"
He said extremely close to my face.

"Now go"
He whispered while letting me go.
His hands removed themselves from my face and he went back to looking out the window.

My eyes stayed on him for a few seconds before I turned around and left.

Why the fuck do I feel hot all of a sudden..

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