• Chapter 32 •
“How ironic.” I looked at him dumbfounded.
“Listen, I'm—,“
Two knocks on the door had us both staring at it like its a ghost. My stomach tightened nervously as Elijah wiped his forehead in irritation and stress. He looked back at me and slowly stood up.
“Meet me tonight at the library, 2am, make sure nobody sees you.” he whispered.
“But—,“
The door opened, revealing a very skeptical Harry. The moment he saw us, he stood by the doorway, frozen, eyes flitting back and forth between me and Elijah. My heart stopped beating for a few good seconds out of anxiety. Shit. Did he hear us? What is he going to think now?
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked slowly as he stepped inside, holding the door open in his hand.
“No, I was just telling Rosalia than Bon will visit us tomorrow and that he needs a picture of her to edit it as he wants to make the mask.” Elijah said casually as he made his way towards Harry, acting as if nothing was actually going on.
Harry looked back at me, skeptically. “That fucker hasn't replied to me all day, you know.” Harry murmured, turning to look at Elijah.
“He was busy with the elements and the plastic tools.” Elijah added, reaching Harry. “I'll leave you two—,“
“Can I have a word with you?” Harry said, sounding more like a demand than a question, to be fair. Elijah nodded and stepped out of the room, Harry closing the door behind them.
I shot up from the bed and swiftly made my way to the door, my stomach a heavy rock as many thoughts of Harry finding out about our plan crossed my mind. He will definitely kill us if he finds out, there's no way he will give us a second chance. If he knows, I'm locking the door and looking for a way out. I'm not risking my life for Elijah. I placed carefully my ear against the cold surface of the door, trying to eavesdrop.
“Did you finish the—,“
“She's mine.” Harry hissed, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach, my heart pounding louder. I'm his?
“Dude, I wasn't trying to hit on her, I barely stand her.” Elijah defended coolly.
“I'm not a fool, Elijah. Don't forget that.” He growled, the sound sending chills over my spine.
I moved away from the door and quietly ran to the bathroom so I don't get caught. I started brushing my hair in front of the mirror when I heard the door open. The moment he appeared through the mirror, my body tingled. She’s mine. How obsessive but also how fucking hot. This is what he does to me. He does things that I don't approve yet I find incredibly attractive. This is why I'm so confused with him.
“You wanted to see me?” I asked casually.
“What did I do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did I do something that bothered you? Is that why you want to leave?” he leaned by the doorway, hands hanging lazily by his sides, face neutral.
I placed the hairbrush on the counter and turned to look at him. “You did nothing wrong.” I lied, knowing deep inside that shooting Zayn and killing Post are two things I highly disagree with. “I just need a new start away from this place, that's all.”
“By yourself?”
“Yeah, it's better this way.”
He nodded and pushed himself off the doorframe, his body waking closer to me. “Don't you want my help?” his voice was soft and caring, like never before.
Does he really care?
“No, you're doing enough already.” I replied easily as he stood in front of me, his perfect face so close to mine.
He brought his fingers under my chin, lightly lifting my head up. “There's nothing I can't do, Rosie. Especially for you.” he mumbled, eyes drinking me in.
My knees went weak at this point. Our lips, inches away. Our eyes, locked together. Our bodies, craving for more. This is what happens between us. There is an undoubtedly strong sexual tension between us when we're so close, that wrecks down all my protection walls.
“I don't want anything from you.” I murmured, fighting the urge to close the short distance between us and kiss him.
“You're lying.” his hands gripped my waist, pulling me against his hard chest. “You want me. Now.” he leaned towards my ear and whispered sexily, his breath tickling my skin, sending shivers all over me.
I swallowed hard, remembering how he spoke to me earlier today, about just being a part of his plan and nothing else. I have to stay away. Away from him. I gathered all the last bits of courage inside of me and pulled slightly back, just enough so his lustful eyes met my own masked ones.
“I'm not one of your maids.” I shook my head.
“Definitely not. That's why I’m willing to give you more than them.” he claimed, fingers clutching me tighter.
My heart begged for his kiss, my body naturally inching closer to him. No. Stay away. I licked my lower lip and looked away, making him furrow his brows at my denial.
“I need a nap before Bon gets here and you need to finish off the plan with Elijah.” I muttered, pulling away from him. He watched me as I walked out of the bathroom, standing still in place.
Is he going to get angry? I bet he will be. I made my way to the closet and picked out oversized clothes and my new lingerie to change into. Harry walked out of the bathroom lazily, his green eyes hard and distant on me.
“Actually, I was thinking of you helping me figure out the plan.” he said as he made his way to the bed.
“I don't know much about plans.”
“You're smart, that's all I need.”
“You got Elijah.” I shrugged at him before stripping out of my clothes.
To my surprise, he didn't even look at my naked body. He just stared skeptically outside the window, fingers fidgeting with his ring. A pinch of disappointment washed through me.
“I know how Elijah’s brain works. I need to see what you got.” he replied easily.
“Just a marked body and a broken heart.”
He turned to look at me at this point, his face softening slightly. I swiftly wore the comfortable clothes and joined him on the bed. In another life, we could've been a couple, watching movies on his laptop and just enjoying each other’s presence. My heart throbbed at the thought. There's a part of me that wishes this could be all true. However, we are both cruel criminals that the police are looking for and we're planning to rob someone. How lovely.
“We all got broken hearts, Rosalia, don't be so dramatic.” he mumbled sheepishly, holding his gaze on me.
“Some just get a little more hurt than others.” I defended, shrugging my shoulders.
“Kayn is in the past. He's gone. You killed him. Time to move on.” he said firmly, giving me a stern look.
“I know.” I held back a nostalgia sigh. How much I want a new start...
“I thought of a plan.” he started, shrugging off his jacket. “It's quite simple, just two steps, I think you'll love it.” his British accent was too thick to not make me interested in hearing more of his voice.
“Go on.” I lied back down on the pillows, getting comfortable.
“For starts, we enter the building as the Gonzalez couple and distract fucking Carlos, the douchebag we're going to rob.” he said casually, moving his ring-clad fingers in the air. “Then, with the protection and assistance of Crow’s crew, Elijah hacks the CCTV system so we two can sneak in Carlos’ bedroom, where he hides the diamonds.”
My eyes widened at the mention of my beloved jewelries. Diamonds. “How do you know he has diamonds in there?” I asked, curious.
“He's dumb enough to say it in a counsel meeting while I was present. He obviously didn't know who I was, Bon had made me unrecognizable.” he replied easily, a cocky smirk on his face.
“How many diamonds?” I asked, leaning closer to him naturally. His strong cologne filled my nostrils, overwhelming me.
He cocked a brow, “You want one?”
I looked at him blankly. “Would you really ask a woman that?”
“You already have a 24 karats diamond around your finger. Don't be so petty.” He chuckled, glancing at my ring.
I instinctively hid the ring under my palm. “This one is different.” I defended. As if there is any way I'm selling this diamond ring...
“Get me the diamonds first, then you'll get your price.” He stated firmly, his hand wrapping around my wrist.
“Do you trust Crow?” I asked, needing to hear the answer.
“Fuck no.” he scoffed, shaking his head. “I’d be a dead mean if I trusted him.”
“Then why did you make a deal with him if you don't trust him?”
“Because he has the hacking team I need right now. My first hacker is dead and the second one is missing.” he replied, sounding frustrated with the situation.
“So your deal is not—,“
“There's no way I'm giving a million dollars only for one person to do the job I need to be done. Their crew is a lost cause.” he said monotonously.
Okay, this is not going as I expected.
“I thought Crow is an important partner.”
His green eyes met my own, his emotions hidden well under his mask, as always. “Crow is a dead man anyway.” he laughed evily, the same laugh that has my bones trembling with shivers.
Crow is a dead man anyway.
Hell no.
“So we’re going to kill him?” I asked casually, hiding every ounce of fear I feel.
He nodded, leaning closer to my face. “You will, baby.” he pinched playfully my cheek, making me jump. He laughed at my reaction, eyes dark with lust fot blood.
I forced a giggle, my heart frozen inside my chest, blood running cold. He will make me kill my step brother. Panic threatened to take over me, my hands ice cold. Harry casually sank further in the pillows and crossed his ankles, arms pinned behind his head. This is the man I'm supporting?
“How am I going to do it?” I asked slowly, clenching my jaw so my teeth wouldn't crinkle.
“Ah, that's a lovely question, so many choices, so many ideas, so many weapons,” he rambled on, shaking his head gently as he spoke, sounding absolutely high over the idea of murdering someone. “A gun will be loud, so maybe a slick, thin, sharp knife,” he turned to look at me with shiny, excited eyes. “What do you say?” he beamed, perfect white teeth showing.
I nodded twice, smirking back at him. “I'll make him cry.” I said, making him laugh loudly like the madman he is
Oh God...where did I get myself into?
He sighed deeply and pursed his lips, eyes glued on the ceiling. He was incredibly calm and collected, but his stare showed excitement. Over murders. He is indeed a psychopath, there is no other logical explanation.
“Or maybe I should put Elijah to do it...in case Crow doesn't really wanna get in your pants.” he muttered, brows slightly scrunched up.
“No, Elijah should watch out for the guards, I can handle Crow.” I blurted, avoiding Harry’s eyes.
“You sure?” he asked, turning his head to have a full vision of my face.
“Yeah, I killed Kayn, he was much bigger than Crow, I got this.” I muttered, fidgeting my ring between my fingers.
“If you say so, I trust you.” he shrugged nonchalantly.
I don't.
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A/N: the plan is going to be so good. Gif of our lovely Elijah at the top! Give me your thoughts! ❤