Chapter 28

Kay. Something told me I couldn't trust this guy; I was always suspicious of him, and here we are. Getting off my bike, I walk to him, making sure the dagger is safe behind my back, and he watches my every step, anticipatingly. Men are so easy. I stand right in front of him and lift my hand to trace my index finger on the rose; the boy shivers under my touch. Really Rico? "I didn't know you liked roses," I whisper, looking into his brown eyes curiously, while they stare back at me in amusement. I know he didn't expect me this close to him. "I prefer the dark ones, princess, it's the colour of my heart," he whispers, smirking. I have no doubt his heart is darker than hell. Everyone knows, and I'm aware of that. "I see," I bring my gaze back to his neck, but instead of my finger, he's startled by the sharp, cold metal. The smirk on his lips disappears and is replaced by a frown, while his eyes hold confusion. "So, if you wanted us to share the love of the black roses, Rico, you could have just told me. Instead of sending them to my room with threat notes," I snap, pressing the dagger harder, and he quickly holds it, stopping any further penetration. "The fuck do you mean?" his voice is no longer soft, but hard and cold. His tone makes my blood boil. "Don't give me that shit, Rico, you know exactly what I'm talking about." I snatch my hand away from his and grab my gun instead. I'm willing to end this madness right now, fuck the consequences "No, I don't." his expression is stoic as he gets off the bike, and I chuckle dryly, staring into his darkened eyes. "Was Thomas working for you?" I hiss out, levelling the gun between his eyes. "Who is that?" he furrows his eyebrows at me in confusion, and I give him a nasty glare. "Why are you playing dumb with me, Ricardo?" I yell, getting tired of this conversation. "I swear I don't know what you are talking about, okay?" he shouts back in exasperation as his eyes blaze with anger. Why is he lying? " Someone has been sending me threat notes and black roses, rings a bell?" I ask mockingly because he's feigning not to recollect his handwork. "Shit," he curses, pulling at his hair aggressively. " It's not me, I swear," he pleads, his eyes holding conviction, but I have trust issues. I shake my head no." I find it hard to believe you, Rico," I mumble, tucking the gun away. He sighs dejectedly. Rico moves closer to me, and I cross my hands on my chest, watching him cautiously. "I meant it when I said I care about you, I would never do anything to hurt you, Kay," he assures softly, his eyes oozing desperation. "Someone must be framing me, dammit," he snaps angrily, moving towards his bike while cussing lowly. I silently follow him with my eyes as he gets on his bike and rides away without saying anything else. There goes my lead again, and I have no idea where to look next. I will have one of the guys trail him because that tattoo can't be a coincidence. What if someone is actually framing him? Why would they even do that when he's not even on our side? Did I make a mistake by letting him go? And why do I believe him whenever I look into his eyes? Urgh. Fuck everything. I will just go home and have a very long shower. Maybe a beauty treatment will ease today's stress. I will resume worrying tomorrow. I open the door to my room only to be shaken to my bones. Looks like that break is not coming along any time soon. Carl is sitting on the couch, holding all the notes and the roses I have been receiving from the unknown person. Well, Rico. Ugh, I fucking don't know. "Why didn't you tell me?" he mumbles, but I can tell he's holding himself from snapping. His eyes speak volumes. "You would have told my dad, and I don't want him stressed out for nothing," I say, taking off my jacket and making sure I don't look into those eyes. They're guilt-trapping me. "Don't you trust me?" he stands up from the couch and takes slow steps towards me. Why is he mad? "I do, Carl." He should know by now that I trust him. I just chose not to tell him. "How long?" he waves the notes in front of me before carelessly tossing them away on the floor. He's damn mad. " From the day dad introduced us," I take a seat at the edge of the bed, and watch how he moves from one point to another, mumbling to himself. "You should have told me," he whispers, looking at me, and his eyes hold disappointment; it only makes me feel more guilty."Who knows?" "Theo," I murmur, and he shakes his head in disbelief. Theo has been my partner in crime. What did he expect? We just started getting along, Carl. "What were you doing following Rico like that?" he changes the topic, becoming angry again."What if he led you to a trap or hurt you? And why were you that close to the boy at the track?" he interrogates repeatedly without giving me a chance to explain. He is really worrying for nothing. Well, except for the notes Has he been tailing me? He must be very angry. Carl has never been this furious with me before. I get off the bed and walk to him, to at least say something. "Carl," I whisper, but he doesn't look at me; he moves away instead. "Fuck!" He growls and punches the nearest wall so hard before storming out. I didn't know I was supposed to tell him shit, considering he doesn't tell me anything. Most things I find out by myself. Or am I wrong? I just hate my life. I plop myself on my unmade bed and sigh, closing my eyes. "Mmh," a voice clears from the doorway, and I look up to see that bitch. What is she even doing here? I'm not in the mood for another drama. I look at her questioningly as she enters and closes the door behind her. "I'm sorry about yesterday, Kay. I had no idea he was your man." Of course, she had no idea. This bitch knows everything about everyone; she's a damn spy and an assassin. I roll my eyes, standing up from the bed. Maybe a shower will do. "Whoa!" she exclaims, picking up the papers from the floor. "Someone is really out for you, princess," she says, reading the notes out loud. "Wow! This one is my favourite:' A rose is so beautiful yet dangerous, just like you, princess,' she reads and chuckles. " Can you keep your damn voice down? And my dad should never hear about this," I warn, snatching the papers from her, and she makes a zipping sign on her lips with her fingers. Bitch. "Of course, your secret is safe with me." It's no longer a secret; it's just a matter of time until Dad bursts through that door, demanding answers. I dump them on the table and head to the bathroom. In my peripheral view, I spot a satisfied smirk on Ana's lips, or maybe I just imagined it.