The Boxer and the Badboy

Chapter 35

"How may I help you?" yawned the cashier while rubbing his sleep-filled eyes.

I scanned the variety of flavors and pointed to the chocolate-chip mint, "Can I have two pints of that, please?" I smiled, excitement bubbling up in my stomach. Who cares if I'm eating ice-cream at 7 in the morning? Today could be my last day.

Mr.Cashier's eyes shot up in surprise before shrugging and handing me the cold breakfast.

"Thanks," I paid quickly and headed for the last booth. I would be sure to see Nicholas enter if I sat there and hopefully he wouldn't notice me. I sat down, cradled my ice-cream and grinned. Scooping up a huge piece of it, I opened my mouth and was just about to bite when the ringing of a bell rung signalled the arrival of a new customer.

My mouth froze and I felt my anger rise. Who dare interrupt me? I swallowed my growl and looked up. My shoulders sunk and my mood dampened- how could I have forgotten? The reason why I was here was because of that stupid Nicholas.

He walked in two long and confident strides and didn't bother looking at the cashier as his eyes swept across the store to land on me. I frown in annoyance. His face was infuriating. I glanced at my ice-cream pitifully just when he started making his way towards me.

A deep laugh echoed in the small shop and my head snapped back up. Nicholas stood tall in a black suit, a dangerous glint in his eyes and a snarling mouth. An uncomfortable feeling was slowly creeping up my spine, the more he looked at me.

"So I see you still talk to your food," Nicholas grinned before trying to sit down gracefully and failing miserably when his foot collided with the table.

"I'm in no mood for some petty chit-chat so just get down to business," I snapped, staring pointedly at him.

"Patience, my little ball of fire," he smirked and my fists balled up together tightly.

"I don't have time to waste and I want nothing to do with you," I snatched my ice-cream and stood up but his hand shot out to stop me. The feeling that something bad was going to happen overwhelmed me completely and I felt my heart slowly speeding up. My eyes darted left to right- could there be a quick exit?

"Not so fast, sweetie," a sick twisted smile appeared on his lip and I recoiled in disgust, "You'll want to hear what I'm about to say."

"Don't ever call me sweetie again," I spat out in his face.

"Take a seat," he gestured, completely ignoring my previous request.

I frowned before reluctantly sitting down. I took a deep breath and decided to think rationally,  "What do you want exactly from me?"

He smirked, "I want you to come with me."

I lifted a brow. He wanted me to go in a mysterious place with him?

"No," I shrugged.

His smug smile disappeared and he straightened his back, "Excuse me?"

"I said no."

He blinked twice before his gaze turned ice cold, "You're coming with me."

I shook my head, "I think you're not understanding- I refused twice, what do you need more to get the message?"

His chest puffed up in anger and he glared, "I think you're the one not understanding." He leaned closer and smiled wickedly, "My men are currently spying on the Miller's house. I make one call and they'll be attacking, I don't think you want that, right?"

My blood ran cold; his words whirling around in my head. "What?"

He grinned and leaned back, "Especially when your cute little sister is sleeping soundly in her room."

I couldn't breathe. Impossible. How could I be such a fool? How could I leave the house without thinking twice about what Nicholas was planning? Why hadn't I seen it? Everything suddenly made sense. He had told me to come here- far from the Millers and knowing full well that if I didn't agree to whatever he wanted, his men would attack.

He knew that I would come. He knew that I wouldn't be back on time. And he knew that I would have no choice but to do whatever he wanted me to do.

A sob racked my body and my hands flew to my mouth. No. This couldn't be happening. My back shuddered and I couldn't see anymore because the tears were blinding. Everything I had carefully built up was slowly crumbling down. The life I had made for Mia and me, all the things I had protected, all the feelings I had been keeping in suddenly overwhelmed me.

Rough arms encircled my waist and I was lifted up roughly. With a choke, I felt myself being carried outside and before I could scream help, I was pushed into a black van. The last thing I saw, between blurry eyes was the shocked cashier and Nicholas smiling sardonically.

And as the door shut close to leave me in the dark, I felt something break in me.