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Chapter 41 - Harry | Teasing*

I sat back on the bed and waited, while checking my valuables which were all still there. The door opened again and an annoyed Ashley stood in the doorway. "Ready?" I asked, just as annoyed. "Yes," she growled back with a contorted face. We then grabbed our things and left the disgusting motel room. Ashley went ahead and directed the way down to the car.

"Just a minute." I said slowly, leaving the irritated Ashley standing by the open car door. With certain steps I went to the counter of the reception where the man from yesterday was already smiling at me slimily. "Did you two enjoy your night?" he asked, his smile turning into a lousy grin.

"Not at all." I gritted, while at the same moment, without hesitation, I lashed out with my fist to punch him directly in the face. The blow was so strong that it knocked him down immediately and he fell to the ground with a loud grunt. "Son of a bitch!" he whimpered and when I looked over the counter I saw the cuts of my rings on his face. His eyebrow was bleeding and he didn't move, probably because he was afraid I would attack him again, which I will do.

I went around the counter and with a fierce kick in the stomach I produced another painful groan from his side. Finally, he had insulted me and I hate it when people disrespect me. "Your motel sucks." I said sardonically before turning around and then just disappearing, leaving him back on the floor bleeding and grunting.

Arriving at Ashley again, she awaited me with a critical look and I got into the car without a word. She followed me and so we drove off. Driving down from the parking lot we followed the road that led further away from London. Without a destination, we followed the street for at least an hour. Silence ruled the space of the car and I looked over at her a few times out of the corner of my eye. But she just stared straight out the window.

"What were you doing just before you got back in the car?" she asked in an occupied voice, having to clear her throat after all that silence. I looked over at her for a moment and then back at the street in front of me. She looked exhausted with a tired look on her face, as if she had no much strength left and very little sleep. "I punched that guy from yesterday." I then said casually, without a trace of remorse or shame. After all, I didn't care.

"Okay." she replied monotonously. My right eyebrow arched in confusion, because I wasn't expecting that simple answer. I thought she was going to freak out and yell at me, but she just kept looking out the window without saying anything else.

I took advantage of this moment of peace to ask one of the questions that interested me so much and left me restless. "Where did you suddenly get the money from?"

My sudden question made Ashley turn in my direction for the first time since we were in the car. Before that, she had just been staring silently out the window the whole time. Since the incident this morning where she tried to steal from me, I ignored her too. I thought she would now continue to ignore me and not address the question, but that was not the case.

"I traded it for your car." she replied with a mischievous smile, for which her power was probably important enough to her, and a shrug of her shoulders.

"You what?" I snapped at her angrily, tightening my grip on the steering wheel and almost losing control completely. "What did you think?" she countered, amused. "We needed money and we had to get rid of your car."

"And why don't you give me the money then?" I asked, growling and with a grim expression on my face. After all, it had been my car. So it was my right to receive the money.
"So you can just run off with it then? Definitely not," she replied with a derisive laugh, as if she couldn't believe that I had actually asked that question.