fight club

Chapter 8(fight club)

Hazel's Point Of View:

Alex immediately snatched the phone from me and went to sit. I crossed my arms, glaring at him.

“I knew you were hiding something! Who is it?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

He sighed, "Fine, you caught me. I do not know who it is.". I rubbed my temple, thinking who it might be. It can never be Damian, he already had what he wanted- a heir.

“Who could be crushing on me?”I smirked, laughing. He chuckled, "You're one weird asshole.". I rolled my eyes, “we're in a tough situation here. Our lives are somehow at stake.” I spoke.

He shook his head, “Who could mess with one of the most notorious mafia alive?”he asked.

I shook my head, "That's the point, someone oblivious can do that. Who can be close enough to us and still be oblivious?”.

“The person isn't close to us. If they are then they would know we aren't dating. Am I right?” He suggested. I nodded.

'You….must be familiar with Alexander Bluemoon right?’ the words replayed in my head, making my ey