Wrong Place ?

Chapter 11

"Linda for fuck sake what is it? I'm getting impatient here, and seeing you like this breaks my heart." He pleaded with her.

"I have to go, I will call you when it is safe to talk. I feel like I'm being watched." She abruptly stood up, her chair making a screeching noise against the tiles on the floor.

"I will take you home." He suggested also standing up.

"No!" She shook her head, "Stay. Don't make things worse please Amor mio" she then dashed out of the restaurant.

"Damn it Linda!"I cursed as the water ran down my body, cleaning off the shampoo on my body.

I felt my eyes sting and I knew I've been crying again. Showers have become unpleasant, since that night, that one horrible night that left me scarred and miserable.

I turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around my waist and using the other one to dry my hair.

I looked at the reflection on the mirror, nothing unusual.

I dried off, put on lotion and deodorant and walked out with a towel around my waist.

I found Kimberly sitting on my bed, with food on her lap. She was having spaghetti. Damn spaghetti! I told the damn cooks not to cook such food in my presence! They pissing me off.

She looked at me startled, and I saw her eyes take in my profile and I smirked at her, causing her to blush and avert her eyes back to her food.

I walked into my closet and closed it behind me. I decided on a navy suit, black shirt and no tie. I put on a pair of black dress shoes, put on cologne and combed my hair.

I walked out, took my wallet, cell phone and car keys from one of the finger print access drawers.

"I'm stepping out for the night, might be back, might not be back. Try to get some sleep okay?" I spoke to Kimberly while checking myself on the mirror for the last time before I walked out.

"Where are you going?" She asked, her voice too soft, it startled me. I took a deep breath and looked at her through the mirror.

"Somewhere, to take care of business." I replied her. I don't need to discuss this further and I was wasting time.

"Feel free to rummage my closet for clothes to wear after you showered."

"Is that your way of saying I'm a mess?" She cocked her eyebrow at me, hurt still flashing in her eyes now that I look at her. Hurt, anger, fear was all I could detect in those brown eyes.

"You need a shower Kim, to relax." I rubbed my nose and sat at the edge of the bed. "I am sorry for what happened today. I was stupid and I didn't realize that you weren't with us. I am deeply sorry. Please believe me when I say hurting you is not part of the plan and it will never be." I had to do this and get it over with. Knowing Kim, she would hold it against me and go back to hating me again. I can't have her hating me, she doesn't have to like me either, I mean what sane woman would like a murderer? A drug dealer?

"I'm going to go now. Lock yourself in." I didn't wait for a respond, I walked out of my room and bumped into Nicholas on the way to my room. He had cleaned up as well, wearing black suit, black shirt and brown leather dress shoes. He had a black tie as well.

"You apologized?" He asked,while his eyes are darting from me to my closed bedroom door.

I nodded and he gave me a small smile and we both walked out of the house to the car.

"You sure we have to do this?" He asked while he stood at the door of his black Lamborghini.

"Nicholas we went through this. I want to know what happened to my..." I stopped and took a deep breath before finishing. "I want to know what happened to Linda. I want to have a piece of mind." I kept my expressions at bay and hoped that Nicholas wouldn't see through past my hard exterior how this was affecting me.