Chapter 2 The Man She messed with
Scarlet's POV
I burst out of the club, rushed to Liana’s car, only to find her making out with a guy and this was not the dark skinned guy she initially hooked up with.
“Scar…”
I yanked the door open, dragged the naked man out, and got behind the wheel.
“Scar, please don’t tell me you got into trouble in there!”
“Okay, I didn’t.”
I slammed the accelerator, and glanced at the rearview mirror to see two black cars following us.
“Spill it.”
I told her everything, words spilling fast, breath uneven as I pushed the car harder.
The city blurred past us. Eventually… they disappeared, then I slowed down.
"That man could have been someone influential and you just messed with him.”
“Liana, you know how much I hate that shit.”
“And you drove away in my car. What if they track my plate number?”
“Then trash it and get another one.”
She lunged at me, dragging my hair playfully.
“We are both going to die if you don’t let me see the road!”
I screamed and we both laughed.
“Tonight was fun though.”
She held up her hand, and I smacked mine against hers.
I got home, stepped out, and watched her drive off before turning toward the house....the hell I call home.
“Ro, why the sudden change? You gave me five days this morning, why three now?”
My steps stopped. Ro….as in Ro from the club??
My chest tightened. The caller hung up dad as usual.
“Who is Ro, Dad?”
“Again, you eavesdrop on me?”
He walked closer to me and before I could react, his hand clamped around my neck. My breath hitched, fingers gripping his wrist as pressure built. A tear dropped from my eye but my father didn't care about that.
“Don’t ever try that again.”
He dropped me to the floor, my lungs dragging in air.
If this Ro is the Ro I met at the club…
Then I’m not safe.
The next morning……
I woke up to the usual cheque on my bedside which I put in the usual box. The night before still sat heavy in my mind, refusing to fade. The memory from last night came rushing in and I quickly rushed downstairs to meet my dad.
“Good morning, Father” My greeting was replied with a scoff. Like always.
“Last night, you were talking to a ‘Ro’. What was that about, if it's something I can help with I'd love to assist you. We are still family.”
“Crap,” He muttered and flipped the magazine he was reading.
“I met Ro, last night at the club,” I said and he finally turned his attention to me.
That name changed something in his expression immediately.
“What did he say to you?” He asked then I narrated everything that happened and to my surprise he started smiling. This is the first smile I am seeing on his face since my mom died.
For a second, I just watched him, unsure if I imagined it.
“What's the big deal?”
“You really are my daughter and there's nothing for me to worry about anymore,” He replied.
The words didn’t settle right in my chest.
“Dad, I am still confused. You've not told me anything about this Ro or how it's related to me. Did he approach me cause of his business with you?” I asked and he just shrugged.
“You've got nothing to worry about, Scarlet. I'll take care of it,” He replied and left me in the room.
I stayed still long after he was gone.
“I hope so.”
Ro’s Residence
The room fell quiet before he even spoke.
His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d run a hand through it moments ago, bored or impatient.
His eyes were the real problem, they were cold and observant. The kind that didn’t just look at you, they measured you, weighed your worth, decided if you were useful… or disposable.
One of his men stepped forward, hesitant.
He tilted his head slightly, voice low, controlled, and dangerously calm.
“What do you have?”
“We traced the plate number to discover the plate number of the car is registered to a Liana Walker.”
“A Liana Walker,” Roman muttered and the man nodded
“Yes Sir.”
“And she is the bitch from last night?”
“No Sir, about that…”
He raises a finger, signalling the man not to say another word. The room tightened instantly, then he pulled out a pistol and cocked it.
“I ask again, is that the bitch from last night?”
“No, Sir. I'll do more research and….”
A loud sound instantly erupted in the room and the man fell down with a bullet hole on his head but no one dared make a sound nor move.
The silence that followed was heavier than the gunshot.
“Elijah, you have 15 minutes to find her,” Roman muttered and left the room.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm and prepared myself for my big day. The seven figure shoot I've been preparing for is finally happening today.
I drove to my industry and as usual, my secretary was waiting at the door.
“What's new?” I asked excitedly as she carried my bag and my coat.
“We have a situation, Madam.”
My steps slowed slightly.
“As long as this situation doesn't affect my shoot today it's all good.”
“About that, you will no longer be taking the shoot. It's been cancelled.”
“Don't prank me Felicia, this will cost you your job,” I said and rubbed my lipstick while admiring my reflection on the mirror.
“It’s not a prank, Madam. Your shoot has been canceled and it's been given to another model.”
That finally made me look at her properly.
“You're telling me the shoot wasn't postponed, it was taken from me and handed to another?”
“Yes Ma.”
“Did you reach out to the manager?”
“She gave me the letter herself.”
What sort of joke is this? I stormed out of my office and headed straight to the manager’s office. I am not letting my seven figure deal go to another.
“I was just told that the shoot which I am supposed to be doing today has been withdrawn?” I asked the manager who didn't bother looking up from his computer.
“You walk into my office without knocking and you speak to me like that, Scarlet?”
“I demand a reasonable explanation for that.”
“Your secretary must have not understood the letter, your services are no longer needed in this firm. You have been terminated, Scarlet Blair”
I scoffed at the shit I just heard. The room felt smaller all of a sudden.
“Maybe, you have forgotten the daughter of who I am, maybe you have forgotten that sixty percent of this company's profits were earned by me. I fucking did it and you don't get to discard me just like that”
“Leave my office before I call the security” He said still not sparing me a glance.
Something in me snapped, so I grabbed his desktop and shattered it on the floor then when he looked at me, I gave him the middle finger then left. They just messed with the wrong model.
