Apology I

/-Riley-/
A knock makes me sit from the bed. I yawn and rub my eyes sleepily.
"Come in" I say and the door opens to reveal one of the maids.
"Good morning ma'am. Sir Dean asks that you come down for breakfast" she says with a bow.
My mind flashes to last night. I spent half of the night thinking of them. I'm sure they had good sex.
"Go tell him i don't want anything from him" I say.
"But ma'am...."
"Go tell him what i said" i snap at her and she bows before leaving.
I scoff. Why does he want me down huh? How dare he call me down. To do what? Stare at her hickeys?
I fall back on the bed. Why does it make me so mad? I hate him right?.
Few minutes later, my door opens again. I know it's him from the cologne.
I don't make an attempt to look at him or even sit. A tray drops beside me. From the steam, I can tell he brought me breakfast. U try not to smile.
"Barbie..." His husky voice makes me look at him even when I don't want to.
Barbie? That's new. And cute. Wait, is he trying to make fun of me cause of my room?
The initial chill the name gave turns into disdain.
"Don't call me that" I growl.
"What did I do wrong this time? You wouldn't come down".
He's sounding like some innocent kid but I know better.
"Leave. I don't wanna talk to you" i say. His dark eyes search mine. I won't look away if that's what he's thinking.
"Then don't."
I watch him sit beside me and pick the tray. What is he up to? He picks the fuck and stabs a piece of the omelettes.
"What are...." He stuffs it in my mouth. It's delicious. I wear a frown as soon as I'm done eating.
"I didn't..." He stuffs another one in and I push the the tray in anger. He yells and stands immediately.
My mouth open and closes as I realise the hot tea poured on his wrist. I'm about to apologise when his fierce eyes rake through me. His fists clench and unclench. My apology get stuck in my throat as fear consumes me.
He walks out of the room and the door slams shut. God! What have you done Riley!
I run to the door only to discover it's been locked from outside. What the hell?.
Why would he lock me in? To think i was planning to apologise. He can go to hell. I wish he got the tea in his face.
I walk to the window and see him get into the Tesla. The witch walks to the car too in a plain black dress with spaghetti straps. I could see her thighs from the slits on both sides of the dress.
He locked me in to go out with her? And she's dressed to impress him. I scoff. They can go wherever they want. I don't care.
I won't care. My mind flashes back to when he forced to food into my mouth. A smile crawls on my lips.
Then I remember the hot tea. Does it still hurt? Has he taken care of the burn?
Why did i have to push away the tray? What if the burn never heals? It must hurt as hell.
Stop thinking about it Riley! Don't care about what happens to him.
/-Delilah-/
I glance at the burn and then him.
"It hurts doesn't it?" I say. He glances at me but doesn't say a word.
The driver parks infront of his company and we walk in. I glare at the ladies that ogle at him.
Do they remember he's not in their league? They're way below him. He gets to his office to meet Lorenzo and that pest.
"We meet again Dean" The pest says.
I hate the man. Of all the detectives we've come across, he's the most annoying.
"What'd you want Arthur?" Dean asks settling on his sit. He beckons on Lorenzo to bring them a drink.
Left to me, I'd poison the fucker.
"Something caught our interest."
"What's that?".
"Do you know this man?" He asked placing a photo on the desk. Reno returns with whiskey.
Dean picks the photo and takes a look before dropping it back.
"I know a lotta people" Hw shrugs.
"Samier Alvaro. Got arrested months ago in Mumbai for illegal sale of nuclear weapons. His accounts were frozen and assets seized. He escaped a month ago" Arthur says.
"How's that my business? I don't do illegal shit" Dean shrugs.
"We traced a new account of his with half a billion dollars".
"So what?".
"Turns out the deposit was made by you, Dean" Arthur states. Dean chuckles and takes a shot of whiskey.
"It was a loan".
"Did you ask what the money was for? You should have an idea right?".
"No. The interest concerns me. I don't give a shit what he uses the fuckin money for".
"You know using legal money to fund illegal business is a crime right?".
What's this asscrack driving at? Does he think he can arrest Dean?. It's hard to believe but Dean's clean. He doesn't do illegal shit.
"I really don't give a fuck".
"You're getting arrested Dean. Then we'll know if you're really clean or not. You know when you say shits like this, it's hard believe considering your father was Omar Devante, the notorious warlord. Do you really expect me to believe you've got nothing to do with his empire?" Arthur asks.
Dean chuckles. Everyone says that. Since he's heir, no one believes he's clean. He's being attacked all the time by those his father hurt.
He's clean yet lives like a criminal with gunmen after him.
"I see you went digging."
"I like you Dean. I'm the last person who wants you behind bars. Just tell us what Trinity is and you're off the hook" Arthur says like we're fools.
"Why don't you dig my father's grave and ask him? Go home Arthur, you need rest" Dean stands and walks towards the door.
"One more thing, my regards to your boss" he says before leaving. The bastard gets a call right then and he curses.
I chuckle and walk out with Lorenzo.
"I told you but you never listen to anyone. It makes no difference to these cocksuckers if you're clean or not. Just take over your father's mafia, let's all have peace" Renzo whines but Dean isn't listening.
"The arrogant prick's still hot-headed" Renzo seethes.
"I heard you, fuckin dick. I'm not going home, that's it" Dean says getting into the car.
Renzo and i enter the second car. Though they argue a lot, Dean trusts Renzo more than himself. Not long after we hit the streets, three cars join us.
"We've got company. Speed up" I tell the driver. I check under the seats for guns.
"I tell Dean this....fuckin Christ!" He cusses as a bullet shatters the window.
A car speeds pass us to Dean's car. Renzo and i shoot the ones behind. The window beside me shatters and i shoot the dick in the face.
His mates push him off the car and I aim at the tyres and shoot.
"Can't this thing go faster?" I yell at the driver. The idiot gets shot in the arm and Renzo guns the shooter.
"If i die, God help me I'll hunt Dean forever" Renzo mutters reloading his gun.
I stick my head out the window and shoot the driver. The car goes off the road and i sigh. A bullet passes me by fee inches and hits the side mirror.
I look ahead and Dean's car bathed with endless gunfire. The driver speeds ahead and slams the attacker's car from behind.
Dean's car speeds ahead while ours slam into the car one last time before it tumbles. We drive after Dean while the car crashes on the other and explodes.
The driver stops so does the Tesla. Dean steps out without a scratch.
"You guys okay?" He asks.
"Ask that one more and I'm gonna punch you in the face" Renzo growls.
Dean suddenly points a gun at him and fires. We look behind to see the man fall with his gun.
"You think you could be a little more detailed when next you're pointing a gun in my face?" Renzo huffs as we join the Tesla.
"I think you should duck next time. You may not be so lucky" Dean smirks.
"Kids!" I scoff.
During the drive, Dean's usually quiet and lost.
"What's up with you? I know it's not about losing our lives few minutes ago" Renzo says without hiding his malice.
"Wifey" Dean replies absentmindedly.
"Who the fuck's that?".
"Some kid he brought home" i shrug.
"Riley. I locked her in her room. Now I'm worried if she's okay. She's not had breakfast" Dean says.
"You locked a kid since morning? What the fuck's wrong with you?" Renzo scolds.
"She's not a kid. She's Seventeen" Dean defends.
"So fuckin what? What if she's unconscious? I could smack you right now" Renzo groans.
"Stop scolding me. I'm not your son" Dean mutters. The car stops infront of the mansion.
"Go release her. I'll wait here" Dean says tossing the keys to him.
"And what will you be doing?" He sneers.
"I don't wanna see her."
"Whatever, puss".
We watch Renzo walk away. Dean hands me a sheet of paper.
"Write the best apology speech you can come up with" he says and I blink twice.
Is he shitting me?