Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

70- Hello, Old Friend

He hummed as he thought out my proposition. "You have a good point. Doing this may cause more emotional trauma..."

"But," I quickly added, "you can't lay a finger on Dean or Ben."

He tensed. "That's asking for too much."

"But it's the same for Ben! He likes me. He already feels guilty enough to go against you! Imagine how he'd be if you got rid of me! He'd be absolutely crushed."

Was I digging a grave – literally – for myself? Yes. Was I acting totally stupid and irrational? Definitely. Was it worth it?

No idea.

"Come on, Don. We both know those boys are wrapped around my finger." I attempted to sound confident and haughty but it came out more as pleading and frustrated. "They'll be crushed. And they'll blame it on themselves, which is even more emotional baggage."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I don't get it."

"Get what?"

"How two gang members can fall for someone as stupid as you."

"Hey!" I gasped, offended. Then I reminded myself that this wasn't the time. "What do you think about my offer?"

He swished his cheeks around before sighing. "I'm going to make a quick phone call. Stay here... oh wait! You don't have a choice."

"Funny," I sarcastically yelled at his retreating figure. Unfortunately for me, my hands were bound so I couldn't flip him off.

I wanted until he was in the shadows before attempting to escape again. The ropes felt like they were getting tighter every time I moved. Although I could get off of the chair, my ankles were still tied together. It was nicer than throwing me on the floor, I guess.

No. No! I cannot feel happy with the bare minimum. So what that they gave me a chair? It could've been a bed!

Okay, what did they drug me with? What's wrong with my brain right now?

I was awkwardly bouncing in my seat as I tried to get the rope to shift when Don came back, holding his cell to his ear. My movements ceased as I skeptically watched him.

"Your business partner find it a good deal?" I asked when he was within earshot.

He laughed while simultaneously glaring at me. "Did you hear that? That's her," he spoke into the phone.

"Hey!" I yelled so the person on the phone could hear me. "I don't know what made you want to do business with this bastard, but I'm telling you there are better choices out there."

Don rolled his eyes but he took a menacing step closer to me. He paused, looking in the direction of his phone. "Listen, that's what your precious girlfriend is telling me. How do you expect me to not kill her when she has a mouth like that?" There was a pause. "No, I will not... No! Hey, fuck you."

I tensed. Girlfriend?! Was he talking to Dean?

My questions were answered as he walked up to me and put the phone on speaker.

"Speak. She's right here," Don barked.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a dog."

"I was talking to him," Don said through gritted teeth. I could sense his hand twitching to pull my hair again. I swear I'd be bald by the end of this.

"Arabella?" Dean's voice rang through the phone. Relief flooded through me, even though I tried to not let it show.

"Hi, Dean," I awkwardly said instead.