𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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"Seems like someone made the news, Bee," with frustration on my features from the name, I walk forward to the tv where my heart stops once seeing the clip. My frustrated expression vanishes and shock takes over my emotional state.

It's a video that pops up across the screen of what happened last night. The video shows me being grabbed by one of the policemen and slammed on top of the hood of the car. The dash-cam inside the vehicle got everything, even my face.

Before I know it, the footage ends with my face popping up on the screen with my full name and a reward for calling me into the police.

"Wow, that's a shocker... looks like you're a criminal now, too," he mentions from behind me, but I hold it in, trying not to start anything. "And here you were judging me. It seems like the roles are switched—"

I spin on my heels and walk directly towards him where he sits up until his back is pressing against the back of the chair.

His narrowed eyes are full of curiosity and his lips are etched into a mischievous smirk.

"What are you going to do?" His voice is quiet, but curious while staring up into my eyes. Just a few seconds passed before he stands from his chair, towering over me with a confident smirk set in place. "Are you going to hit me—"

He's right. I hit him. My palm goes right across his cheek without a care in the world.

"I don't care about your arrogant attitude. I'm involved in whatever the hell it is you do with your life. I can't go home, can't be seen in public, and I probably will never have a decent job in my life again. So after what you did to my father and his dream, I think you owe me."

He scoffs at that, walking away with a red cheek but not once touching it. He acts as if it doesn't hurt at all.

"What exactly do I owe you?" He turns to me, muscular arms crossed over his chest when his brown eyes catch mine.

"Protection," I pause, walking over to him where I stand in front of him with as much of a serious expression as he holds. "You owe me protection. Now that my life is ruined, I'll have to restart. There's no explanation to give the police because they won't believe me. The least you can do is help me since you dragged me under anyway."

His eyes flicker from mine to the tv screen where he sighs.

"Fine," he comments. "But just so we're clear, I didn't drag you down in any way. You're the one who followed me and nearly got yourself arrested all by yourself. This will be the second time saving your ass, but this won't become a habit, or else I'll turn you in myself. I'm only doing it since you have nowhere else to go and seeing how you have a bounty on your head, I think it's not safe to go home. Your father would turn you in for the reward money—"

"Don't talk about my father. You don't know him or me. I'll stay out of sight, I won't cause you trouble, and I'll do whatever I can as long as I don't get arrested. I'll do all of that, but don't ever mention my father again."

There's a silent agreement between us. He'll agree to it as long as I agree to keep out of the public eye so that his crew can continue causing mayhem.

"As long as you don't show your face in public, then we'll be fine." He walks past me, turns off the tv, and grabs his backpack while slinging it on his shoulder. "Stick to me and do exactly as I say. I won't hesitate to leave you behind if you can't keep up."