~Done For Me~
LANI POV
I look at him in shock. "But Candace said she was dead," I say so fucking confused right now.
"SHE WHAT" he yells at me which makes me jump. He then looks at me and calms down. "She's dangerous Kehlani, hurry were leaving," he says and turns around.
"No," I said with all the courage I had left in me. He will not sit here and boss me around after he just slapped me and tied me up. He turns back around and gives me death looks. I gulp as I get scared. He gets closer to me and gently grabs my towel that is tightly clutched to my body. He brings me closer to him.
"Or I will do it myself," he says with anger. I laugh so loud and pushed him off of me. "Go fuck yourself Kilo" he smirks walks out and slamming the door. I sigh in relief and run to the door to lock it. I stop. How the hell did he get here in the first place. I look on the counter and see keys.
He just changed his mood so quick it's sick. He should go see a doctor about that.
I roll my eyes and get dressed. I can't believe that girl might be Kilos ex. I say might because he could be lying. But her story makes sense. A mafia man trying to kill her. I could only think of Kilo. But I'm not sure if he's in the mafia. I hope he's not because I will leave him without a doubt I will fucking leave and never look back.
He knocks on the door telling me to hurry up. I open the door and he snatches the keys from my hand.
He walks off grabbing the suitcases.
I stood there. He didn't hear my heels clicking so he turned around. "The fuck are you waiting for" he drops the luggage and looks at me.
"An apology," I said wanting one for him slapping me earlier.
He sighs in frustration. "I'm sorry"
I roll my eyes which pisses him off even more. "No, I want a real apology, with no attitude"
He makes a straight face "I'm sorry" I smile and then he smirks. "Fuck you," I say and walk back into the bathroom slamming the door. I locked it. "Kehlani" he yells trying to open the door. I hear the keys and he opens it.
Fuck. He walks in and grabs my arm pulling me out. I try to stop him but he's too damn strong. "Rick" he yells and rick rushes in. "Grab the luggage," Kilo says. I was relieved because I thought he was going to grab me. Kilo walks up to me. I turn around and the living room that was all bloody and ruined was now spotlessly clean. I froze "What the fuck" I mumble and I feel Kilo's strong hands grabbing my tiny waist. This place was just covered in blood. Literally the most blood I have ever seen in my life.
He puts me over his shoulder and walks out the door. I snap out of it and yell "Put me down Kilo"
He holds me tighter "No"
"Now"
"No"
I pull his hair and it doesn't seem to faze him he keeps walking.
"I wouldn't do that," he says and walks even faster. I pull his hair even harder.
He slaps my ass and I moan in pain. I know he is smiling right now. This Kilo is nothing like the Kilo I met that night. This man changes so much I'm starting to think he has split personalities.
He stops and gently puts me down. I look over and see the view of the house. It's a fucking mansion. I stood there speechless. There's no way Kilo bought this house for me. He grabs my hand and pushes me into the car then slams the door. I put my hands on the window not being able to take my eyes off the amazing view of the house. How big it is. How big the garden is. I smile in excitement. wow...
He gets in on the other side and starts driving. I see my phone in the cup holder and grab it. I wanted to throw it out the window. But maybe him tracking me could be a good thing. I mean I am in danger because I am a Valentino. Actually, it's kind of scary. I should start listening to Kilo. I really don't know what he is capable of or what his intentions are with me. Being stubborn has got me nowhere.
I catch him looking at me and not looking at the road.
"Will you please stop doing that?" I say as it is the most dangerous shit ever.
"Stop what?" He looks at me and smirks. "This" and he speeds up.
I roll my eyes and laugh. "Your fucking crazy," I say and shake my head.
"I'm a professional driver," he says and puts his eyes back on the road.
I laugh "Sure you are" He looks at me and smirks and I know he is going to do something stupid. He does a donut. I scream at how fast he is going. He looks at me and smiles.
"I have been driving since I was 12" I look at him confused. Who lets a child drive at 12?
"I am very talented," he says in a cocky way.
"I can tell," I laugh. He indeed is. The things this man is capable of are out of this world. Yet there is so much I don't know about him. So I decided to ask. "What are your other talents?" I say as I look at him.
He laughs and turns his head to look at me. "What are yours?"
I smile. I don't even know to be honest. "I don't really know" I mean Kilo probably knows everything about me. "You can speak three languages cant you" he looks at me.
"Yea"
"I can speak five," he says and I laugh. "six," he then says.
I look at him and say "How do you know so much about me?"
"You're my wife Kehlani," he says
I roll my eyes. "How did you know about me and my teacher."
"I did my research. Just because something is deleted from a computer system doesn't mean it's forever gone" he said referring to the school reports and records. "People talk babe"
I wonder how my teacher is doing. It's been years since I have last seen him. My stepfather wanted an order of protection against him but never went and got one. I mean honestly, it was never that serious. We were just messing around.
"Tell me about it," Kilo said.
I rolled my eyes. "No" if he wanted to find something out he can go do his research.
"or else," he said looking at me but I didn't make eye contact with him.
"Fine" I spat with an attitude. I'm so tired of him being in my business.
I was only a freshman and it was my first year of high school. I was scared and didn't know anybody. My parents had moved all the way across town. Honestly to a worse neighborhood than before. Transiting from middle school to high school wasn't easy but I did get a fresh start. Since I didn't know anybody I was alone. It's like nobody wanted to talk to me and I didn't want to go home so I stayed after school. My teacher Franklin Russo would let me stay in his classroom. He was like the hottest teacher there was around. He had an Italian accent and he was young. Every girl had a crush on him. I didn't at first but soon I did. When I would stay with him after school he started to flirt with me calling me smart and beautiful I would even catch him staring at me. One day he made a move on me and kissed me. I have been staying after school ever since.
"I had just got out of an abusive relationship," I said looking at Kilo. I was dating some junior who cheated on me and would hit me. That's another reason why I stayed after school. My stepfather actually let him come over. They were buddies.
"So I stayed after school with my teacher," I paused. "Every day."
I see Kilo looking at me with a strange face. "One day he kissed me" he laughs which makes me laugh.
"After that, I started seeing him" I laugh even harder. "I stayed one day and he made a move on me"
He looks at me shocked. "We were about to get down until some girl walked in and saw us. My dumb ass left the door unlocked"
"She snitched and I got in trouble he moved back to Italy and I haven't seen him since"
"Italy?" he says with a confused face.
"Yea he was Italian," I say with a smile.
"So you have a thing for Italians huh?" he says with a smirk.
I roll my eyes "And older men" I laugh. I always had a crush on older men in movies. Like Sam Rockwell. I would die to meet him.
We finally pull up to the airport and Kilo helps me out of the car. He holds my hand and brings me to the jet. I'm so tired of traveling. We pull off. I know it's weird Kilo now holding my hand after he just slapped the fuck out of me not too long ago. But I just roll with it. What else could I do?