I went to the bathroom and took a shower. It was around 3 a.m. I got dressed and left the house.

I head to one of my near warehouses to get some work done.

•••

The door opened and Steele walked in. He had a huge box in his hands.

For the first time, he had no trace of blood on his outfit. I looked at the box and was disappointed.

The box has blood on it

He placed the box on the coffee table and walked towards me.

"Get up," he said before pulling out a pocket knife.

"Wait! Don't hurt me, I didn't do anything-" I started.

He grabbed my hand and place the knife into my palm. My racing heart slowed down for a bit as I stared at him in confusion.

"Open the box,"

"Why?"

"Because it's yours," he said while hauling me towards the box.

"Mine?"

"Yes," he answered

"Why does it have blood on it?" I asked

"I had a bit of an accident," he said and my brows drew together.

"Open the box," he said while ignoring my questionable stare.

"No, you open it,"

"It's for you," he said in frustration.

"I don't want it," I said and he grabbed my hand. He hand guides my hand and cuts through the tape.

"Open it," he said

"No,"

"Why not?" he said and I looked at it.

"Because I think it's a head or body parts. You're a mob boss and I know you people are capable of bad things. Plus it coated in blood,"

He sat down while looking at me.

"Will you please just open the box. You'll like what's inside," he said and I looked at the box

I used my feet and open the box. He face-palmed himself and let out another sigh. I stepped closer and look at what was inside with a racing heart.

Wait-

"Books?" I said before looking at Steele.

"You bought me books-"

"Don't get over your head now," he said

He got up and began walking away. I look back into the box and pick out a couple of books.

If you're a bookworm and just got a box full of books, you'll want to hug and kiss the person.

I look at Steele and I saw was hatred. I wanted to punch him, something.

"What's the catch?" I asked while looking at him.

"There is no catch little bird," he said with a smirk.

"Do you like them?"

"No, in fact I don't want them either,"

"Trying to be nice here-"

"Fuck you,"

"In time little bird,"

I hate that name

Little Bird, ugghh

"They only way you'll manage to fuck me, is if it's rape," I said and he walked towards me.

Third Time's A CharmWaar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu