My Worst Enemy

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Chapter 14.-

The night had come silently, creeping and surprising them by the still air it brought around them. The sea was raging against the strong and tall pillars of the floating dock, like it wanted to bring down the already small and unstable support. The non commercial wharf was generally empty and unoccupied except on weekends when most different merchandises came from different importation deals.

And her father always managed to have his illegal merchandise come on one of these unoccupied days, to avoid having to answer too many questions from the port authority and have his men at their regular posts to check and make sure the drug was handled properly and directed unto the appropriate awaiting trucks. But Andryse had to stop it before it reached the trucks. And above all, do it without getting herself killed by Jack.

Sitting in the front passenger seat of the black Mitsubishi Pajero, her eyes tried to pierce the black fog of the night, from the many large red and white buoys, to the many sand bags laying on the dock. Even with the windows up, she could clearly hear the distant noise of the waves crashing against the pillars and the wind howling in the night and she frowned when she noticed a small bike leaned against the small cabin located right next to the wooden gate giving entrance to the port itself.

"This shouldn't be here." Andryse whispered nervously, squinting her eyes to be able to see the guard sitting the windowless booth, his eyes looking boringly at the empty space in front of him, his head leaned on his hand. "Shit." she cursed loudly, making the three other passengers of the car turn their stares on her. She wriggled in her seat, trying to get her phone out of her front pocket and a worried look shadowed her features.

"What's going on?" Troy asked, looking respectively at Mario who was driving and Carol who was sitting next to him.

"This is not our guy." Carol mumbled to him, bobbing her head to show him the guard right before Andryse's furious voice chimed on the phone.

"What do you mean he held you off?" She almost shouted on the phone, making Troy frown. "Shit. Fine!" she hung up furiously before looking at the scene before her with a thoughtful face.

"We have to go back Andryse." Carol whispered but Andryse shook her head, the tip of her ponytail dancing on her shoulders.

"I am not going back with these people." she said with a cold voice, her eyes directed at the mirror, looking at the other car parked behind them. "Mario, you still got that bottle of Vodka in there?" she opened the dashboard in front of her and smiled, her tongue making a slapping noise against her teeth.

"What's the plan?" Mario asked, looking at her with a smirk, already guessing what she had in mind.

Andryse returned his smirl and removed the string holding her hair up, puffing her black, wavy locks all around her head and shoulders. She grunted as she tore open her top to show her cleavage and used her hands to pull her breasts up, making her chest even more voluptuous than it already was. She grabbed the bottle of vodka, opened the door and spat out the beverage making sure a few drops dripped at the corner of her mouth to leave the intoxicating smell on her.

"Move at my signal." she ordered to Mario before jumping out of the car and walking with a wobbly step. She took another good sip of the bottle just for good measure but swallowed it this time and puffed her hair a little bit more while pushing her chest up, when she got closer to the guard who was looking at her with big eyes and opened mouth.

Troy frowned as he watched her make her stumbling way to the guard and smiled, admiring her quick mind. If he didn't know better, he would have actually believed that she was drunk and was sure that the guy in the booth would end up eating in her hand, seeing his chance to light up his boring night with a hot drunken girl.

Feeling slightly impatient and annoyed by Andryse's loud fake drunken laugh that resounded in the silence of the night, he scratched his hands on his jeans, looking around him to finally set his eyes on Andryse's friend sitting next to him. He and Carol had officially met back at the camp and although they had crossed paths many times before, she really looked constipated to him.

She had barely said a word to him, keeping her face closed and straight ahead of her. But he didn't really care, concentrating on keeping an eye on the one girl he was interested in and wanted to keep alive in this impossible task that was to get a hold on her father's illegal cargo. They had all talked in French so he had no idea what the plan was and as they were waiting for Andryse to do whatever she had in her mind to do, he decided to ask.

"This is how it generally goes." Mario started with an impatient voice, his eyes looking back at him through the rear view mirror. "She gets the drug out of the ship then unto the trucks. Once the ship goes away, we unload everything and re-embark on another ship to a buyer. Then we load the trucks with big bags of flour in case a curious eye should want a peek."

"And as long as the money goes to her father, he doesn't care what she does with the drug and who she sells it to." Troy ended with a smile.

"Not since he's been busy with his campaign." Mario nodded.

"Who's the buyer?"

Mario shrugged but this time kept his stare on Andryse who had stepped inside the booth with the smiling guard. "Who cares? As long as it's not in our streets anymore."

Troy smiled, admiring Andryse's intelligence but frowned, remembering something Max had said to him on his first day in town. "I thought the drug went to Miami, leaving here."

"Not anymore." Carol answered this time and Troy pulled a brow up, looking at her. "The trucks full of flour go to the Miami rendezvous point but the guy is on our side. We pay him a substantial fee and he keeps his mouth shut. We sell the flour to the merchants at the port, at a low price so they can sell it cheap to the less fortunate and we use that money to buy whatever we need for the camp."

It was very well orchestrated, Troy thought, once again admiring Andryse's mind and way of thinking. She wasn't joking in the least when she said that she was working at bringing down her father's drug ring. Busy with his campaign, it would take some time for Patron to realize what had been happening and not only was she stopping all the murders, but she was keeping the streets free of drugs and helping whomever needed her help. And it was clear that she had been doing a very good job until now... without his help.

He cursed under his breath when he realized that he was the one to have messed up the equation and brought her father's attention on her. He then understood the actual kind of danger she really was in. When her father will find out about everything that had been going on, all the people who had been under her paycheck will die and it was all because of him. And although he regretted not being able to kill Patron, he knew that he couldn't do it for the same reason Andryse didn't kill him when they were in the plane together. Some strange twist of fate brought them together and he couldn't deny that it just felt right.

"Mario, she's ready for you."

He snapped out of his thoughts at Carol's voice. She bobbed her head to Mario who put the car in gear and Troy watched as Andryse made big signs to them, raising the gate giving access to the quay. They quickly got out of the car and ran in the shadows, hiding behind the big buoys, guns in hands.

"So what's the plan for tonight?" Troy asked Andryse as she squatted next to him, her eyes looking diligently around her.

She looked at him warily then swiped her hair out of her eyes. "Hope I can distract Jack long enough to steal the drug without him knowing about it."

Troy's frown became one long straight line at the mention of the name. "Jack? Who's Jack?"

"My father's right hand man." Andryse answered lightly before looking at him with curiosity in her eyes. "He's the one handling everything now. Why?"

"Jack who?" he asked again, feeling anger getting a hold of him.

Andryse immediately noticed his change of demeanor and paid more attention to him.

"Now that you mention it… I never knew his last name." she shrugged, looking at the man beside her with an intense stare. "Ever since I was little, I've always known him as 'Jack'. Funny how I never paid attention to that before."

The place was only lightened by the lamp posts shining over them but Andryse could clearly see the flicker of anger passing through Troy's eyes and his jaw dancing. For an unknown reason, her heart beat faster and she took a deep breath before asking her question, scared of the answer.

"Why do you ask? Do you know him?"

"No." the answer was quick and dry before he looked at her again, straight in the eyes. "I do not know your father's right hand man."

Their eyes connected for a just a few seconds but somehow, deep inside of her, Andryse believed him. She was rather crazy to even think that he would know Jack. He probably had never seen him, for Jack wasn't with her father on the day of the speech nor at the brunch and she had shot him before Jack had climbed up to his room. She swiped the thought to the back of her head.

"I need to make the delivery guy believe that I am still in charge, get the drug out of his boat and Mario and Carol will handle it from there."

"And how are you going to do it without… Jack… catching you?" he almost strangled on the name but felt grateful when Andryse didn't notice.

"I have men back on the road to distract him." she answered with a smile. "Let's just hope that the boat isn't late."

Twenty minutes later, squatted behind a big pile of sand bags, his eyes assiduously looking around him for any danger, Troy mainly kept his stare on Andryse who was handling the trade with speed and efficacy. It was just a matter a minutes for her to make the delivery guy believe that she was the one in charge of the pick-up and supervised the transport to the other boat taking the drugs out of the country.

She was standing on his left, talking to a stout guy while Mario and Carol were already gone in one of the cars, ready to head to the next point, rushing before Jack showed up to stop them. Andryse and he were the only two left, the passengers of the other car already having boarded the boat. She had made sure that two families that were living in the camp escaped with the boat, giving them a chance for a new life free of danger in whatever country the boat would bring them to.

Troy lowered his eyes and looked at the gun he was still holding. He didn't really do much so far. They were all so efficient in the roles they were playing, barely talking to each other and knowing exactly what to do and when to do it, that he was just there so far as a spectator. Trying to help would have mostly be getting in their way, so he had stayed quiet, ready to jump in if any signs of danger were to be manifested.

His eyes riveted on the woman standing at a few feet from him again and he smiled despite himself reading the seriousness plastered on her face. He couldn't help to feel his heart skip a beat, seeing how beautiful she was under the bare lightening of the lampposts that made little sparkles of yellow lights dance in her black hair, giving it all a look of gold. His stare traveled down her chest and his eyes turned into slits when he noticed the man she was talking to, salivating while looking at her cleavage that was still shown by the tear of her shirt.

His fingers tightened on his gun wanting to shoot the guy for looking at her chest and he probably would have if she didn't just turn around, heading his way and the man, back to the boat. He stood up to welcome her, ready to walk up to the awaiting car when a slight noise in the dark got his attention. All of his instincts woke up and he stayed still, trying to hear the noise again and to locate it. And like a feline, he sprung on his feet and ran up to Andryse.

"Jack is here." he shouted from the top of his lungs and reached her just in time to stand in front of her to bring the orange light of the precision target gun on his chest instead of hers.

His excerpt ears caught all the sudden turbulence around him, people shouting loudly, the revving of the boat rushing to leave the bay and he raised his gun, his eyes looking for the man he knew was pointing the weapon on Andryse ready to shoot her to death. And just as he thought, his eyes caught Jack's a few feet away, a cocky smile on his face and awaiting for his next move. Many other men were standing next to him, guns in hands waiting for his orders to start shooting.

Troy's chest filled up with anger again and he slowly shook his head to the man looking at him fixedly, his eyes cold and dark, passing a message he was sure and certain the elder man would understand. Jack's smile widened, understanding that Troy was ready to either take the bullet for Andryse or shoot him. He was more and more amused by the young's man obvious attachment to the girl and decided to see exactly how far Troy would go to protect her from him.

"What are you doing?"

Troy ignored Andryse's panicked voice behind him and frowned when the older man raised his right hand, dropping his fingers one by one starting up a countdown. Grabbing Andryse by the arm, he sprinted towards the wall made of sandbags he was hiding behind earlier, pulling her with him, just in time before the rain of bullets started falling on them. Andryse grunted when her back hit the hard surface behind her but he didn't pay attention to her, knowing that it was way less painful than being shot.

"We have to get out of here." Andryse shouted to cover the sound of the bullets hitting the back of their fortuitous protective wall. She yelped when she was forced to lower her head when a bullet landed next to her head, echoing in her ears.

"Stay down." Troy ordered her, slowly getting up his squatted legs to look around him. But he quickly went back down when a bullet flew out so close to him, he could feel the powder sprinkle on his face. "Bastard." he whistled between his teeth.

Their getaway car was behind them right next to where Jack and his men were and the sea right in front of them. They could either dive in or try to play with death to run to the car. Which was just impossible to do without getting shot. And by the way the bullets were just getting closer and more precise, he could tell that the men were slowly closing in on them to trap them and leaving them no room to move.

They would either kill them right then and there or take them hostage to bring to Patron and neither of these options were enchanting to him at the moment. His teeth clinched while his eyes were going around the perimeter and his mind going full speed, trying to come up with the best plan to get them out of there alive. And that's when he saw the bike still leaned against the booth. He picked up the other gun that was secured against his hips, making sure they were both fully loaded before turning to Andryse.

"See that bike over there?" he shouted while tilting his head to the right to show her the motorcycle. That would really be stealing but at this point, he didn't care if it meant saving her life. It was their only possible way out and he intended on making it happen.

"Yeah?" Andryse nodded, keeping her head low to avoid being hit.

"Go, I'll cover you."

Andryse's eyes shifted from him who had raised both his hands up, ready to fire, to the bike then back at him then shook her head from side to side, making her wavy locks fly over her shoulders. "No, I'm not leaving you here."

"I'll be fine." he responded, swiping his disheveled hair to the side with a flip of the head. "Just run fast and get out of there."

"I am not leaving here without you." Andryse shouted again, looking at him fiercely. "Besides I don't know how to drive a motorcycle, you're gonna have to do it."

Troy looked at her with surprise for a short second before cursing between his teeth. "All right, how fast can you run?" he asked her with his frowns crowning his forehead.

"I guess we're going to find out now." she smiled nervously at him before swallowing her breath.

Troy chuckled. "Okay, on three we start shooting. When they back up, we make a run for it. All right?" Andryse bit her lip, trying to control the fear eating up her insides and simply nodded. Feeling her anxiety, Troy smiled to reassure her before starting his countdown. "1... 2.."

"Wait." Andryse stopped him.

"What is it?" he asked her worriedly, looking at her with big eyes but grunted lightly when she furiously put her hand behind his head and pressed her lips on his. She released him almost immediately and he almost thought that he had imagined it but he noticed a little red shading her cheeks and he smiled again. "What was that for?"

Andryse blushed a little more, embarrassed by her audacity and shrugged.

"We may not make it out alive, so one last kiss before we die." she said, biting her lip then shrugged, rolling her eyes. "I've always wanted to do that."

Troy chuckled again before wrapping his arm around her waist to bring her against him, still staying low to avoid the bullets that weren't hitting the bags as much as before but still very much present. Her hand rested on his shoulder and he tilted his head on the side, smiling tenderly at her.

"How about a real one for luck?" he whispered and kissed her smiling lips that fitted with his, very slowly.

Time froze and everything around them disappeared to leave their burning lips discovering each other again. Three weeks since they last kissed but it seemed like yesterday for the both of them as their tongues danced together, making them moan when the pleasure traveled through their bodies. They both were still conscious that time was running out and the danger more prominent every passing minute but they didn't move, getting more and more lost into the kiss. And it took a bullet to tear up one bag near Andryse's shoulder, making sand fly all over them to break the spell and bring them back to reality.

Their lips parted and they both looked at each other, bobbing their heads, shouting '3' together and stood up, their fingers pressing continually on the triggers. Andryse's heart was coming out of her chest from beating very fast but the adrenaline pumping her blood faster didn't leave her any time to think and she just kept on shooting on instinct.

"Now."

With everything going so fast, Andryse had really no idea if she had hit any of the shadows that were in front of her but she didn't think twice when Troy shouted for her to move and sprinted as fast as she could to the bike, her boots hitting very hard the graveled road. She barely noticed that Troy had abruptly stopped then turned around to fire again and felt propelled when a few bullets whistled near her head and raised her gun again, to help Troy hold them off. But Troy quickly grabbed her arm to help her run faster, making good of the nanosecond of peace they had.

"Hold me tight." He shouted at her when he quickly sat in front of her on the bike and raised his body to hit the kick start clutch with his left foot while pressing on the gear shift with his left hand, happy that it was an old model of bike that didn't require a key to start. But an old bike also meant more time and efforts to get it started and it was already on his third try and the bike still wouldn't rev. "Come on." he shouted furiously at the tired old engine.

Hearing hurried steps hitting the gravel and getting closer, Andryse realized that the guys had stopped shooting so that they could run to them, trying to catch them or to get better, closer shots at them. She released Troy's shirt that she was holding very tightly and grabbed her gun she had secured on her back and shot the first guy getting into her peripheral vision. The others stopped running to hide but fixed their guns to shoot as well and she kept on shooting blindly until she felt the engine roar under her.

A few bullets hit the ground around them just as the bike jumped and left a cloud of dust and gravels behind them and Andryse held on tightly to Troy again, while keeping her head down. The fresh wind of the night flew under her clothes making her skin shiver and her hair partly blinding her and getting in her mouth as the bike got on the road, Troy trying to make the old bike go as fast as it could.

Andryse looked behind her, trying to see through the black cloud the exhaust was leaving behind them due to the straining of the engine and was making them easily noticeable. But helped by the streets lights, she could clearly see the cars leaving the lot of the wharf, getting on the road after them.

"Troy." she called out, trying to bring his attention to the cars chasing them.

"I know." he shouted back, his stare however straight in front of him. "We need to get rid of them before they get closer."

"Give me your gun, I'm empty."

"I don't have much left either, they're gonna have to count."

A distant shot came to their ears and they both instinctively bucked down, while Troy swerved the bike, trying to avoid being hit.

"They're getting closer." Andryse shouted after sending a worried look over her shoulder.

"Fucking old bike." Troy cursed before slightly turning his head to Andryse. "Hold the handlebars."

"I can't drive."

"Can you drive a bicycle? Then it's the same, just keep it straight. I'll keep my foot on the gas."

Andryse swallowed loudly, trying to bring her beating heart to a normal rhythm and slid both her hands under his arms to put them on the handlebars on top of his. She held on as strongly as she could when he let go and sat all the way up to be able to see above his shoulders, her body closely pressed against his back.

She held her breath when he moved around, one of his guns back in his hand from his waist and their eyes met as he moved his hand over her head, placing it next to her shoulder, pointed behind her. It was just his upper body that hug tightly to hers but it seemed to her that time had slowed down, making their eyes stay connected for longer than they were supposed to and she raised her brow when he smiled at her.

"Hi." he whispered with a soft voice.

She smiled at him, feeling her heart beats accelerate for much other reasons than fear but rather exhilaration and she wished, in that split slow second that their eyes met, that time would just stop and stay like this forever: his gaze lost in hers, their breath close to each other and their bodies brought so close, she didn't know where hers began and his ended.

But time didn't stop and the second went away when their eyes shifted together. She looked straight ahead of her, doing her best to keep the bike from swerving and throwing them both to the ground. The gun being fired, echoed in her ears, seconds before a big explosion was heard behind her and she darted a look in the mirror on her right to see the first one of the cars behind them blow up in fumes and the one behind crashing into it and go overboard. She gasped and laughed lightly, amazed by the fact that he'd only used one bullet to take down the whole gang chasing them.

Her gaze shifted to his face next to hers and she felt hypnotized by his eyes that had changed into a blue-indigo shade, looking very dark by the night surrounding them and very different than the ones she's seen a moment earlier. She remembered seeing that same look when he had just landed, bent on doing his job and started threatening her and her father. In just a matter a minute, he had been transformed back to that cold murderer she knew was sleeping inside of him.

The man who had rocked her in his arms to dry her tears away and taken all his time to gently kiss her despite the bullets falling on them was gone to be replaced by one full of danger, marked by a void of emotions and feelings. It was that man that Mario was warning her about. It was that man that he let everyone see in him and it was that man, that everyone feared. And she should be scared too. But she wasn't.

For some reason he had allowed her to get a glimpse of the man within. The real, sweet man hiding deep inside of him and she felt like she was the only one able to see him. Really see him. And she liked the Troy Bolton that she was seeing. Really, really liked him. She felt driven and compelled by the dangerous man, while safe with the nice guy who she knew would hold her hand to help her run faster to escape from a bullet.

"Shit, Andryse what are you doing?"

She gasped out of her gaze at the sound of his voice and her mouth and eyes hung opened wide when the loud honking finally came clear right through her mind. Lost in her thoughts and contemplation of her feelings, she forgot to pay attention to the road in front of her and they were now driving on the other side of the street, going straight at a big cargo truck that must have been honking at them for some time.

"Remove your hands, let me take control." she finally removed her frozen hands from the handlebars and gasped again when a long shiver ran down her spine as she saw the truck getting closer and closer to them. "Lean on me and hold me tight."

This time she didn't need him to tell her twice and laid her body completely on his, her head in between his shoulders and her hands holding each other as strongly as she could. She closed her eyes, feeling her breath cut short and she clearly heard the loud grunt coming out of him seconds before she screamed.

Troy clinched his teeth, bending up all of his muscles, bringing all of his weight down on the right side while his right hand was rapidly pumping the brakes and his left hand and foot, changing the gears to bring the fast moving bike to a slow speed while trying to change lanes to go back to the right side of the road. But the driver of the heavy truck was trying to slow down as well and only made the back of the truck go to the other side of the road, brought by the traction. And it was either get slammed into it or find a way to swerve it.

Deciding to go against his first thoughts, Troy released the brakes and shifted to the second gear, making the old bike jump and he groaned loudly when he brought both their weights completely on the right side, both their knees almost touching the ground to make the bike lean down on the right. The tires cried and left black skid marks behind them but Troy kept pushing, watching the back of the truck going at just a few inches from them as they passed over, unscathed.

He quickly straightened up, letting the front wheels bring the bike to its natural upward position and maneuvered to bring it to a stop. Breath heavy, heart beating very fast and sweat dripping down from all over his body, Troy looked back once the bike came to a complete stop and laughed hysterically, seeing that not only they they really made it alive but the driver of the truck had finally regained control as well and was quietly making his way down the road.

He closed his eyes, trying to get inside himself and bring his calm back when he finally felt Andryse's heavy breathing on his back and her body trembling against him. He immediately released the bike that he was holding so tightly that his fingers hurt and touched her hands to remove them around his chest. It took him some time because she was still holding him with all her strength but he finally stood up to sit back down, straddling the bike the other way to be able to hold her tightly on his chest.

"It's okay." he whispered with a shaky voice. He ran his sore fingers in her hair, smoothing out the strands that were flying all over his face and he closed his eyes, liking how completely, she had abandoned herself in his embrace. "We made it. We're safe now." he whispered again, after wetting his dry throat.

Andryse removed her head from his chest to look around her, to make sure that they were really alive and finally raised her eyes on his smiling face.

"Hi." he murmured, swiping his thumb across her cheek to remove the hair sticking by her sweat, his eyes looking at her adoringly.

Andryse smiled and slid her hand up his chest to rest it against his beating heart while her other hand swiped his hair from his forehead and felt her breath cut short when she caught his eyes and saw once again, the real sweet man that he could be.

"Hi." she answered weakly.

"You're okay." he was more affirming it than asking her and Andryse smiled gratefully at him.

"Yes." she nodded. "I'm okay."

It was a strange feeling but she knew that she would always be okay, as long as she was with him.

She registered his heartbeats accelerating under her palm just before she closed her eyes under his lips slowly touching hers and making her sigh longingly.

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Patron hated to be annoyed when he was relaxing at home. There was a reason why very few people knew where he lived and it wasn't only for security purposes. He really enjoyed spending time with his wife and daughters. He liked to hear their laugh echo through the big rooms of the house, making it alive. He liked to be able to look at his wife and see happiness in her eyes or to know that his girls were all safe, away from all the craziness that he knew his activities could bring.

That's why he really was reticent to let Andryse in on what he was doing. But after he got his foot in politics, he had no other choice. He needed to keep things flourishing and she had proven to him, many times that she was more than capable. And it was only her, and even in rare occasions, that he discussed business with while at home.

So it was in a very despicable mood that he walked down the stairs of his big house when his servant had told him that Jack was waiting for him in his office. And a nervous tick on the side of his face was twitching furiously, knowing that the urgency must have had something to do with their delivery that was scheduled about 2 hours ago. And he was really feeling on edge, expecting the worse. Especially after everything that happened these past few days.

The only person he ever trusted had betrayed him, choosing a stranger over her own father, forcing him to hurt her back. He was killing himself for bringing her such pain by killing her friend but what could he do? Kill Jack for killing Shelly? So he had let her go to her grandmothers, giving her some time to get herself back and had not tried to contact her, knowing that she would have not let him reach her anyway. She had the same damn obtuse character that he had, mixed with the fiery one of her mother and she always had been a handful ever since she was a little girl. But after everything had calmed down and all the feelings forgotten, he was probably going to ask her to take the reigns back because obviously Jack was incapable of doing it. His first delivery and something had already gone wrong.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

Jack spun around at the sound of the door being opened violently and raised his bleeding head up to face the angry man walking up to him. Despite the years slowly gaining on him, Patron was still very impressive and he pulled his shoulders up.

"Your daughter and her boyfriend did this to me." he snarled, his finger pointing at the blood dripping from the side of his head.

Patron stayed quiet, his piercing eyes looking at the bleeding man in front of him. Jack's face was all covered by a black substance mixed with the blood coming out from his left temple, his clothes all tore up and visible scratches all over his redden skin. He took a deep breath, knowing that he will not like the answer to the question popping out of his mouth.

"What happened?" he asked severely.

"She stole the drug and fired her gun at me." Jack spat furiously. "The American was with her and they got away together."

"You fucking liar." Patron took a furious step forward, both his fists clenched, ready to punch the man who had so openly accused his favorite daughter. He knew that Andryse was angry at him and he knew that she was capable of anything when she was mad, but never, she would steal from her own father. Even less with the help of a stranger.

Jack's teeth showed like the ones of an animal smiling evilly at his prey and picked up his phone from his pocket then threw it at Patron.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me." he said with a satisfied smirk. "Here's your fucking proof."

Patron received the small device with one hand then flipped it open to see the face of his own daughter plastered on the screen, gun in hands firing at an object. The image wasn't of the best quality because of the dark and the camera of the flip phone wasn't so effective, but he could recognize his daughter even if it was completely black.

But what shot his anger to the roof, transforming it into a blind fury was the man he saw standing next to her, the pale shade of his skin contracting with the darker one of his daughter, leaving him no doubts that she was with the American and they were both shooting at something. His rage took over and he threw the phone at the nearest wall, making it break into tiny pieces, wishing that it was the white man's head that he was holding.

Jack watched his phone pulverized on the floor and bit his lip not to let his happy smile come out. Never he would have thought that things would turn out the way they did, but now, thanks to the lover boy who had been foolish enough to fall in love for the wrong girl, he would finally win.

Not exactly what he had planned out, but Troy and Andryse were making it so easy for him.

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