Chapter 6: Good Thing

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'But life is never like this, and you're never strong, too much of a good thing won't be good for long'

'But life is never like this, and you're never strong, too much of a good thing won't be good for long'

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My men are in your life to make sure you don't do anything stupid and to keep an eye on you for me.

Those words rang through Lilianna's head repeatedly as she starred off in horror from the encounter she had had with the caramel-haired man. He really was watching her, that's what these odd moments had been. Vendetta's puppets were trying to maintain consistency in her everyday life in some form.

"I'm not some object he can put a claim on. How dare he have his minions watch over me for his own well being that I stay within his little inner circle. If he thinks I'm gonna let him do that then he's wrong. I'm a human, not a pet." She mumbled to herself once she was finally able to pull herself into her car and close the door. It may have been a little Volkswagen, but the barrier it formed between her and the outside world was enough to give her some peace of mind.

She drove home and once she pulled onto her street, she could see the black Range Rover in front of her house. She could feel the panic and anger growing in her, and she was about to take things into her own hands because of it.

She pulled into her driveway, yanked the keys out of the ignition, slammed the car door shut, and tossed her bag over her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed on the black vehicle and she took a deep breath, before briskly walking to the Range Rover. She came up to the driver's side window and knocked on the glass.
It slowly rolled down just enough for her to see the top half of a man's face. He had dark skin and short black hair in dreadlocks. His eyes were covered by black RayBan sunglasses and a silver ring eyebrow piercing sat at the end of his left brow where a long scar ran down from his hairline and stopped mid cheekbone.

"Can I help you?" His deep, gravelly voice asked her.

"Care to explain why you've been sitting in front of my house for two days straight?" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's not really your business, kid." He replied.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, now have a good day." He scoffed, starting to roll up the window.

"So you're just a bunch of lapdogs for him then, aren't you?" She tried to stop him, which happened to work because his window stopped moving, and started to go back down again.

"What did you say?"

"You're just his lapdogs!" She smirked.

"Who's lapdogs?" He asked.

"Vendetta's. The man who told you to watch and make sure I don't do anything stupid." She rose an eyebrow and raised her chin in confidence.

"First of all, we're not his fucking lap dogs. Second, he told us to make sure you're safe and protected for multiple reasons. And the last point, if I were you, I'd treat my bodyguards with some more respect than what you are. We're giving up our time to make sure you don't die, so a simple thank you would be sufficient over storming up to us and being snappy." He said, rolling his window down all the way.

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