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Let Loose And Warn The Competition: Part One
~WILLOW~
“You didn’t hug me!”I accused and stared at my guard in question.
He looked over at me like I was crazy while Dimitris was focused on his phone. We were waiting for the elevator, all ready to go, dressed to impress.
I stood in a flattering dress, one of pink sequins that reached my knees. With heels to match, my short strands combed to one side, and the various pieces of jewelry I wore on my wrists, ankles, and around my neck, I carried a bit of sophisticated classiness.
Though my hair did make me look like a rebel.
I hadn’t had the time to think about the style and whether I truly liked it or not. The number of times I’d gotten to look in the mirror was less than three, and during those times, my hair wasn’t really a concern. The only real benefit was that it was practically styled without much effort.
A few finger combs and done.
Regardless, I thought I needed this hairstyle for what would transpire in the next few days if not weeks. We needed to bring some order to the underground because there was a whole lot of shit being said and it was painting a picture that made it seem like our reign was coming to a dramatic end.
That was why there was a list of “Emmanuel’s” doing stupid shit and trying to break previously agreed upon contracts so that new alliances could be made if the Forbidden Pack disappeared.
Idiots.
I wouldn’t deny that the time it took to initiate this plan was probably the reason why these organizations and their henchmen were scrambling to secure themselves. The Forbidden were never “slow” in initiating their plans for revenge when someone obviously made the move to betray them, but thanks to my rather ”sluggish” recovery they were going along with the flow on my behalf.
Protective fuckers.
Realistically, I was grateful. In all my life, a pack had never stalled their plans for my own benefit, let alone to ensure I would be well enough to be a part of whatever plans were transpiring to secure the pack’s level of control.
In Papa Dearest's eyes, the show would have to go on, whether I was present or not, but the Forbidden didn’t roll that way. We were a tainted unit and deserved to have all of us on board and prepared before executing big deals or dramatic stances against our enemies.
“What?” Viktor questioned while I glared at him with crossed arms.
“You didn’t hug me.”
“You never asked for a hug, Willow.” Poor guy probably thought I was hallucinating.
“When I was dying last night,” I emphasized. “Everyone came to hold me for a bit but you!”
“I wasn’t around,” he revealed, but I felt like that wasn’t true in the slightest.
“Liar,” I huffed. “You don’t leave me when I’m so sick I can’t move. You always stay behind, even if it’s just to guard the door when the cold meds finally kick in and I fall asleep.”
The elevator dinged in arrival, and Viktor and I walked in. I realized Dimitris was standing outside still, his eyes glued to his phone.
“Dimi.”
The mere nickname had his eyes lifting to glare at me. I sweetly smiled in return. “Elevator is here.”
“Go first. I need to finish this text exchange,” he announced and dismissed us. “Make sure my seat is warm.” He was then back to texting away like he was about to ruin someone’s entire business, which wouldn’t be surprising.
Clearly, someone was testing him if he was willing to skip the elevator ride to ensure his texts were sent in a prompt manner.
“Okay,” I stated as the doors began to close. “Don’t pop a blood vessel.”
His glare was the last thing I saw before the doors closed, leaving me with Viktor.
“He did that on purpose,” Viktor muttered while he pressed the basement level button.
