Chapter 5

A M A R A

I couldn't believe he was making me move in with him. What was his problem? He had to know that I wasn't a snitch, especially after the life I came from.

My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of a phone.

"This is Amara," I mumbled.

"I'm on my way to your apartment. We're picking up your things. We need to move you in as fast as possible," he complained, annoyed. I didn't know why he would be, after all, this was his decision.

This was going to be awkward. "Most of my things aren't even there. You'll have to go to a different address."

"Well I'm at your apartment now. 3B?" He asked.

Wait a minute. That was my old address. Shit. I never updated it. "Oh my god whatever you do, do not knock on that door."

"Why? Are you selling drugs on the side? That would explain why this place is so nice," he joked sarcastically.

"What? No. Just wait for me to get there before you do anything."

"Too late," he said as he hung up on me. You've got to be kidding me.

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I sprinted out of Sebastian's apartment in my gross, stained pajamas without even saying goodbye.

I got in my car and drove as fast as I could. Jake was going to be mad.

Now that I thought about it, I wasn't really worried about Jake. I was scared about what Lucian would think of me. Would Jake tell him something? I really hoped not.

When I got up to his apartment, I quickly fumbled with my keys to unlock the door. I was greeted with a shit ton of boxes blocking most of the way through. I pushed through them and entered the house.

Jake was standing in the kitchen with his mouth wide open watching Lucian's men clear my boxes out. His fingers were interlocked and were held on top of his head. He looked distressed.

"Amara what the fuck is going on?" He yelled slightly.

"I'm sorry.. my boss.. long story." I looked around. No sign of him. "Where is he at? I need to speak to him." I gritted my teeth.

"Bedroom," he replied neutrally.

I nodded and turned to find him. Jake grabbed my wrist. "Can we talk? Maybe get coffee?"

"I don't know Jake. Just let me deal with this right now," I said, exasperated. He dropped my hand and nodded.

I walked through the hallway and stepped into the master, "I don't mean to be rude, but what the fuck were you thinking?" I paced around the room, "My ex-boyfriend is asking questions, I told you not to come in here, why did you come in here?!"

He stayed still with his arms crossed over his chest as I continued to ramble and pace around the room. It was shocking to me that he listened to my rant for that long. I was in an old college crew neck and my glasses. My hair was in a messy ponytail and you couldn't even see my shorts. I basically looked homeless. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

"I didn't have time to look professional alright?" I sighed.

"Do you normally walk around like that?" He asked.

"There's no need to be a dick. In fact, you're the one who barged in here after I told you not to," I sneered.

He walked to the bedroom door and shut it. I glared at him. "You have a lot of nerve, love."

"You're just annoyed that someone has the balls to stand up to you for once," I pointed out. "Also, don't call me that."

He walked towards me and I stood my ground. His mouth travelled to my ear, "If we weren't in your pity ex-boyfriends home, you would be getting punished."

I pulled away from him and clapped back, "don't push your luck."

He came closer and I was backed into the dresser. His body heat radiated onto mine. "Back off," I snapped. He didn't say anything and just stood in place.

I pushed him off and slapped him right across the face. He brought his fingertips up to his jaw. I made him bleed. I knew at this moment I fucked up.

L U C I A N

Motherfucker. She fucking bitch slapped me. "You're fucking lucky you're a Hale. Get your shit together. I'll send you my address."

I stormed out of the apartment raging. "Let's go boys," I demanded. They set her things down immediately and followed me out to the cars.

I couldn't believe she had the nerve to bitch slap me. Just like my fucking mother. I gripped onto the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were starting to turn white. My face still stung from the pain and there was a red hand mark apparent on my cheek. I was going to get so much shit from Gabe.

When I arrived home, I unlocked my back door and stepped into my house. It was quiet like usual. After throwing my suit jacket onto the couch, I headed up to my room. It was late, and I didn't usually sleep, ever, but I needed it.

I opened my large double doors and there lay Rachel, naked on my white sheets. Sandra was going to need to wash those with straight bleach.

"Get out," I groaned. I was not in the mood for this.

She sat up dumbfounded, "What? I thought you liked this stuff?"

"I'm not going to say it again. Get out," I demanded as I reached for my gun on my waistband.

She threw her coat on and ran out of my house. I sent Amara a text.

My address is 1604 Country Avenue. Use the back door and lock it when you enter. You'll be greeted by a security guard. Just tell him your name. He'll know who you are.

She responded rather quickly.

Ok.

She was pissed off, but I went to bed not thinking another thing of it.

A M A R A

"Thanks for helping me get this stuff out here," I told Jake.

"No problem," Jake stood there awkwardly. His hand went to the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry about earlier. That's my new boss," I apologized. I really did feel bad. Even after what he did.

"It's alright. You don't have to explain yourself to me."

"Bye, Jake," I waved and walked around my car to the drivers side.

He gave me a small smile and watched me drive off before going inside.

I pulled over for some gas and received a text from Lucian.

My address is 1604 Country Avenue. Use the back door and lock it when you enter. You'll be greeted by a security guard. Just tell him your name. He'll know who you are.

I responded.

Ok.

I kept it short and sweet. He completely violated my personal space earlier, and I was not going to tolerate that happening again.

After my tank filled up, I put the address in my phone and drove off. Country Avenue was in the upper-class part of the city. I wasn't surprised. Of course he was going to live in one of those fine ass houses.

When I pulled up to his house I was shocked. It was huge, made with white stone. The place almost looked like a palace, and I loved it. It was my dream home.

I walked up to the gate and gave the security guard my name. He checked my ID and let me in.

Once I stepped foot in the mansion, my mouth dropped.