'You got it!''No skin off my back''Did you get anything useful? What is in there?''Enough to put him behind the bars for 10 years''Yes!!’, I shouted.Looking at the displeasure radiating from the other patrons I mouthed sorry.'I would like to buy that file from you'He gave me a dirty look, shaking his head indicating ‘You want to go there?'I squirmed, 'What? I don't want it for free. No favors buddy'It’s already more than enough that Raphael is on my tail for currying favor from his Grandfather, I can't take it from Kade. Though Kade is nothing like Raphael.'How about a fight?', he finally answered after taking time thinking.'It's been 3 years since I entered a ring. It's safe to say that I'm a little rusty. Anyhow, in NY? When did you shift here?''2 years. Bought a bar. Join me whenever you're free', I raised my eyebrows hearing the name of the bar, wow, it's a cool plac

I took it and tried not to bang the door on his face. I peeped in to see a dress from the boutique from the down floor. Wow, only Raphael Sinclair can blow the amount of my 2 months’ salary on a dress in 5 minutes. The material is so soft to my touch that I don't want to take it off me. Other than that, it hardly covers me, I don't know which is worse- his shirt or this dress. Both left nothing to the imagination.I'm not used to parading in the office in this kind of attire, it makes me feel exposed. Hmm, the other alternative is his shirt which if I Guess correctly, he won't be happy to part with. It's not about stinginess per se, more like being territorial about his things. If nothing I learned one or two titbits about him from these past couple of weeks. And trust me, Raphael Sinclair is extremely territorial. If only it extends to people. A girl can dream. Sigh.I opened the closet door collecting my ripped skirt (I won't say tattered. A girl should give re

Saturday 'early' morning (I count 8 as early on weekends) I went for a long power walk. The only result I came to after my walk is-I'm not as fit as I think I'm. It plummeted my confidence, which was not much, to begin with. I wouldn't have felt this uncertainty if I was in form and doing fights regularly. I was thinking of a long shower as I climbed my stairs when I heard a crashing sound.I raced towards the sound only to halt at what I saw.' oh my God Richard, what happened? Are you ok? Can you walk? Here let me help you', I held his hand to lift him when I noticed his hand was covered in red dots. I checked his face to find some more red dots. Though they are a bit unusual. I never had chickenpox, maybe this is normal in such diseases.' you touched me', he said in awe.'of course, I would touch you. You are not feeling well. Are you feeling any hotness?' I put my hand on his forehead to check the temperature.‘Yes, totally' he hitched.

'What? How is it possible? The police told''A bunch of lies', he completed for me.'Have you checked the post-mortem report? Have you seen your sister's body?''No, they said as there was no one to wait, they performed cremation', I said still in shock.'Doesn't it seem odd to you? Generally, in this type of case, a post-mortem is a must. For supposedly such a media-frenzied case to not put much attention in these details?''Why would they do that? How do you know any of this?', I asked him to try to wrap my head around this new information. There was never a point to doubt his statement because, if there was anyone I trust in the world, it would be Kade. It was Kade who helped me at my lowest, not my Sister and definitely not my mother. I never had time for friends or boys, the former because they don't like my attention(a girl with bruises and cheap dresses, I wonder what they thought I was doing, wince)and the latter's attention I don't want.

I took Kade's car while he followed on his Harley at a safe distance. We were connected through the call, checking at every signal for a possible tail.'Any prospect?', I asked while steering through another lane. My mind on the possibility of who might be following me? Right now, all I draw is a blank.'Take left. Don't speed up'.'What? You spotted one and didn’t tell me?', I shout at my phone.'Tone down. Just making sure before telling you. Lead up to Brooklyn bridge. And the kid takes as many turns as you can. We want him to be busy following you to check his mirror''Roger that captain'Let's dance, shall we?What followed next is me spinning my wheel at every turn taking time twice as long as it would normally take to reach the bridge.'Shit. He caught what's going on. Quick. Turn back. Black SUV. You are closer than me. Follow that car but kid, don't do anything. I'm serious. I'll be right behind you.''Got