Love and Romance StoriesSeries

Bad Ass in Love (Episode Twelve)

Continued from the last part…

Bob’s POV

I woke up from a sharp pain in my head. I looked at my ankle and it was bandaged. I tried touching it but it was too painful.

“Hey man, you’re alive?” a deep baritone voice shot from the other end.

I looked at the direction and saw a black boy.
He had a muscular stature. “You where supposed to be dead last night man,” he said and walked closer to me. “Somehow, you were saved. But you gotta pay up,” he said and smiled.

“Ho- how many bucks? I’ll pay up… I promise.. arrrggghhh!” I screamed when my hand touched the wound.

“You’re gonna pay with this!” he said and gave me a hard punch on the face. He punched me again and kicked me in the jaw.
I spat out blood from my mouth. Blood was oozing out from my nose.

“Please… don’t kill me,” I begged him.
He kicked me in the stomach and took a bat and hit me at my back.

“Where is the will?” he yelled.

“Wha- what will?” I asked with confusion visibly written on my face.

“Where is the company’s will?” he yelled again and hit me the bat.

I got angry and punched him back. He wanted to hit me with the bat but I held the bat and gave him a head nod. I kicked him down and kicked him with my knee.

“C’mon standup and face me!” I yelled at him and he started laughing cleaning the blood from his mouth, lips and nose. He pointed towards the door. I looked and saw eleven hefty men standing at the door with bats in their hand. I charged towards them as they pounced on me. Soon, I lost consciousness and collapsed.

Isabella’s POV

“Shit,” I mumbled to myself. I knew the moment I woke up this morning that my day was going to suck. Sitting in my car, I tried to peer around the huge SUV in front of me. What the hell is the problem?

I had been stuck in the same spot on this forsaken freeway for ten minutes now. And that was ten minutes more than I had. I looked at the clock again. Shit. I sighed and glanced out the window, my eyes meeting those of the driver next to me. The forty-something man flashed me a creepy smile and mouthed the word ‘nice’. Ew. Why did men have to be such pigs?

I leaned my head back on the seat and let out a long sigh, thinking back on the debacle that had begun my day.

I had woken to the blaring sound of my alarm clock. I moaned, burying my head in my pillow, and reached over to fumble with the controls. But the sound didn’t quiet, it got louder. What the hell? I leaned farther to pull the cord out of the wall, and fell out of bed.
Unfortunately, the clock and everything else on my nightstand table came tumbling with me. Oh no! My iPhone! My now empty glass of water lay next to my sopping wet phone.
Panic started to set in as I held the dripping phone in my hand.

I was dead. My whole life and today’s entire schedule was in this thing. I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down. Maybe it would dry out and be fine, I told myself.
I had book a class with Mr. Feranzo
All thanks to my mum. The man was a first class jerk. He had taken over from my previous mentor nine months earlier, and was just as big a pig now as he was the day he started. Mr. Feranzo.

I rolled my eyes as the name passed through my thoughts; I couldn’t stand the man.
He was the most self-righteous, pompous jerk I had ever met in my life. I’d listen to all of the other teachers in the school whisper and giggle about him because even I had to admit, he was drop-dead gorgeous. But if you had any common sense, you realized early in life that beauty is only skin deep, and ugly goes straight to the bone.

I’d had my fair share of unpleasant men in the past few years; dated a few in middle school and now in high school. But this one took the cake. Beautiful bastard.

“Well, well, Ms. Bryan, and what time is it in your little world today?” he asked in a condescending tone as I stepped into his office. He was standing in the doorway of his own office across the room from me, looking as gorgeous and arrogant as usual.

He was about 6’2”, and had a body like a marble sculpture. I had made the mistake of visiting the hotel gym during a convention the first month we worked together, and walked in to find him sweaty and shirtless next to the treadmill. That image was forever burned into my brain. But of course, he had to ruin it by opening his mouth.

“It’s nice to see you finally taking an interest in your physical fitness, Ms. Bryan.” Scumbag. He had a face that any male model would kill for and the most incredible hair I’ve ever seen on a man. Sex hair. That’s what the girl’s downstairs called it, and according to them, it earned its name.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Feranzo. There was an accident on the freeway, and I got here as soon as I could. It won’t happen again, sir,” I said in a polite tone with just a hint of bile, even though my fingers were practically twitching with the desire to gouge out those pretty green eyes of his.

“You’re right, it won’t,” he replied with that cocky smile that made my stomach both turn and leap at the same time. If only he would keep his mouth shut, he’d be perfect. “And just so you don’t allow this incident to slip your memory, I want that assignment I put on your desk this morning completed and on my desk by six. Then you’re going to make up the hour lost this morning making your presentation in the conference room with me.”

My eyes widened as his voice broke me out of my now long forgotten thoughts, and I watched him turn away without another word, slamming his office door behind him. What. A. Pig.

He knew bloody well that a presentable ad campaign could not be done in. I looked at my watch. Great, seven and a half hours, if I skipped my lunch.

I took of my belongings from my locker and walked to the classroom. If this shit happens again, I’m so calling off the class. I mean, I’ve tried to be a good girl and if he doesn’t to teach a good girl, then I’ll be back and badder.

My phone beeped. Oh my mum. I sighed and picked the call

“Hey mu—”

“This is not the time Bella, your brother is missing!” my mum yelled.

“You- you’re… you’re kidding, ain’t you?”

“I’m not joking!” my mum snapped at me.

“Mum… Bob is a man. He can take care of himself. Bye!” I said and slid off the call.

Oh my God! What are we gonna do?

Anna’s POV

Throughout the night, I played the fool. I acted like a fool to fool the fool. Our parents were happy together. I didn’t need to bring chaos.

John slept off and took the pendant from him. I inserted the pendant and Bryan Cooperatives statistics popped out.

OMG! He’s after Bob?

“The Will” was the word that repeatedly showed on the screen. I used my USB to copy some information. I need to get to the depth of this. I need to warn Bob of the impending danger. I need to tell him about the incoming storm.

But how? He won’t even listen to me! I heard a noise from the door. I turned and saw a figure standing at the door looking at me.

I’m doomed!

Read Part Thirteen.

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