"Can we talk?"

Killian directs his gaze from his laptop and looks up at me, a smirk finding it's way to his lips and I scowl.

Yesterday Killian wouldn't stop acting like a vampire until I was on the verge of tears, after that I kicked his smelly butt out. I then began to sort all my stuff out and then I slept for a few hours.

"Sit." he pats his bed, as he closes his laptop.

I walk over to him, pushing my wet hair back before slowly throwing my legs over his bed, scooting closer to him.

I also woke up sweating to death and basically ran and had a cold shower for half an hour. I also ended up wearing a khaki coloured tank top and white shorts.

I stare at him expectantly and he just cocks a brow, as he stares back.

I roll my eyes. "Well, speak then." I snap, crossing my arms.

"You're the one who wanted to talk, love." he mused, his smirk widening.

I let out a grunt. "You know what I want to talk about! I want to know everything." I scowl and he smirks again.

"Alright then." he finally lets out a breath. "You're going to help me with--"

"No, not that. First you have to tell me about the favour." I whack the bed, with a growl.

I don't know... I think I'm starting my period.

He rolls his eyes, before throwing himself on his back. "Not today."

"Why not?" I practically yell and he quirks a brow.

"Love--"

"No. This isn't fair, I deserve to know everything, this is my life, I-I deserve to know!"

"You really want to know?" He rolls his eyes, sitting up again.

I give him a nod. "Then I'll be good for you and I'll help with everything."

His lips twitch up and he lets out a short chuckle, which causes my cheeks to flame red.

"What's funny?" I snap.

"You're on your period aren't you?" His smirk broadens.

"Please just tell me." I frown, crawling closer to him. "I swear I'll do everything for you."

He lets out another chuckle. "Alright," he then stares at me for a while. "Do you have any period... equipment?"

I shake my head. "Just buy me some pads, lots of chocolates and a hot water bottle?" I crawl closer to him.

"Sure thing." He smirks. "But a hot water bottle in this heat?"

"What am I supposed to use then? An icepack?" I groan.

"You'll be fine. Just drink lots of water."

"Does that help?" I look up at him, and see his eyes squinted.

"Yeah, it helps reduce... bloating."

"Are you on Google?" I crane my head, confirming my question.

"I drink two glasses a day." I tell him and he snorts.

"That's not enough and it's no wonder you have such bad cramps. Drink about five and you should be fine."

"I did that once I couldn't stop peeing." I roll my eyes.

He scoffs. "That's what you call healthy."

"No, it's called annoying." I roll my eyes.

"You need to start taking responsibility for your health, love, do you even eat fruit?"

I roll my eyes. "Stop interrogating me, I eat plenty of fruit," I glance up at him. He cocks a brow his hand moving up my face, tucking a strand under my ear.

"That's why you're so pale."

I scowl. "Whatever."

He smirks. "I'll help you out."

"I can handle myself." I say firmly. "Will I be fighting people?" I then ask, he lets out a loud snort and I look up, just when he bursts out laughing.

My cheeks redden further and I move away from him. "Shut your mouth."

He continues to laugh which adds on to the redness on my face. "Stop!"

"Imagine." he chokes out and I growl grabbing a pillow and slamming it on his face.

He stops laughing and when the pillow falls down, he bursts out laughing again.

"It's not funny! I was only asking!"

After a few moments he stops laughing. "No you will not be fighting, Layla. I know it might've seemed that way before, but you won't be doing any of that." he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Okay, shut your mouth." I cross my arms scowling, my face burning with embarrassment.

"Can you just tell me what I'll be doing?" I then groan out.

"Not today, sorry."

"Why not?" I snap, before my face sinks. "Please tell me, I swear I won't tell anyone." I plead, looking up at him.

He lets out a sigh, before nodding. His face back to blank. "Alright."

"Thanks." I grin up at him.

"Alright so... your father, he's close to my uncle. He introduced me to your family when I was sixteen." He begins, while my eyes land on his hand, that's resting on the bed. I then lift up and bein to trace his veins with my finger.

"That time I took over my father's business, which was years after his-...my parents death." He stops my hand thats on his, and begins to play with my own.

"But before that our group still ran the business, but without a proper leader, soon things began to go downhill, so then my uncle quickly took over as a temporary leader and things didn't exactly go back to normal but it improved nonetheless. At the same time though, my uncle also trained me to become the leader I am now. Originally I was supposed to start at the age of eighteen, which was last year, but my uncle had developed a lung condition, which had put him off work immediately and so I had to take over it at the age of sixteen." He sighs, his fingers brushing against my own.

"My father used to make a billion per year, but with him..well gone. Immediately the earning decreased to a little less then a million per year,"

"Woah. That's a lot less than a bil-"

"Yes." his cuts me off, before dropping my hand, and I frown.

After some silence, I glance up at him and see a frown on his face.

"Alright." He scratches his chin. "Basically, with me as the leader we got back in track within six months earning a little more than a billion like my father used to, but that all happened with a little help from your father." he gives me a glance.

I furrow my eyebrows and nod."How?"

"He came up with a plan. A solid one, he's intelligent, which as you can see, has landed himself in his own business here in Miami. With a bit of help from me of course." he continues to text, a smirk tugging his lips.

I frown slightly, before glancing away.

"Tell me the plan." I say, my voice laced with hurt.

He doesn't speak for a moment, and I glance up at him, catching his eyes.

"Right.. that doesn't matter." he shakes his head, as he removes himself off the bed, heading towards a wardrobe.

"Please, please tell--"

"No, go downstairs and eat something. I have to go soon anyway." he says, hardly.

"One topic at a time, remember? You never finished and--"

"What are you talking about? I never said that." he fishes some clothes out, turning around with a frown.

"Just finish the story." I growl out, tears brimming my eyes both from frustration and cramps.

"No." He says firmly, giving me a glare, before heading over to the bathroom.

I remain on his bed as the door shuts closed and I let out a few tears before letting out a huff.

It wasn't just the fact I was starting my period.

I was also slightly hurt by all this happening behind my back and then finally ended me being here.

My family were involved in this illegal activity while they abused me, and for what gain? To send me away.

I slowly get off the bed, and make my way out, when suddenly I feel something in-between my legs.

Ugh.

I slowly walk away from my room and head over to Heidi's.

As I raise my hand up to knock the door opens revealing Heidi in a hot pink robe, her legs bare and her face plain with no makeup as she is in the process of straightening her hair.

When she looks down at me, she gives me a smile. "Hi."

I force one back, before scratching my chin. "Uh, do you have any pads?" I try to stop the desperation that ends up lacing my voice.

She gives me a small nod, still grinning and I let out a sigh.

"...Can I have one, please?"

"Sure.. but can you do me a favour then?" Her eyes gloss over with slyness.

"Y-Yes but I need the pad first." I begin to squirm on my spot and she lets out a laugh.

"Sure, wait a sec." she disappears into her room, before then reappearing with a pad in her hand.

I quickly accept it, muttering a thanks before hurrying over to my room, I do my business and then like always on my first day of period.. I burst out crying, but this time for several reasons.

~~~~~~~~~

Currently I was sat at the table in this massive kitchen, waiting for breakfast.

"You alright?" Killian flops down on the seat next to me, and I turn away from him.

I could feel him continue to stare at the side of my face, which caused tears to well up again, but I push them down.

One thing you should know about me is I'm extremely sensitive while on my period. My emotions are just everywhere. First I'm upset then angry then upset again.

I know I'm overly sensitive already but I'm even worse on my period. If you don't like that then bye felicia.

And currently I was still upset with Killian for not finishing the story.

And also because you're nothing but a favour.

Shut up.

His hand suddenly lands on my exposed thigh and I let out a small gasp, before I roughly shove him off, glaring at him.

His blonde hair is slightly wet, raked upwards with a few strands hovering over his forehead. He has on a black button up shirt, with a pair of white trousers. (Handsome!)

He simply shrugs, his face plain and emotionless, as he scoots his chair closer to mine, his head lowering to my ear.

"Have you actually started–"

I move away from him as my lips begin to tremble, with anger. "Shut up." I cut him off, my voice shaking a little.

"Layla don't be rude." a voice cuts us off from behind and I see mum with a plate of pancakes.

I ignore her and face towards the plate. She plops one pancake down on my plate, while giving Killian four.

What the hell?

"Give me more, please."

"There's not enough." she says simply, and I glare at her as her lips twitch up.

I do not deserve this.

Killian suddenly plops two pancakes on top of mine, so now I have three and he has two.

"Oh no, Killian. Those are for you, I know how busy you are with all the cases you deal with, Layla's just going to be sitting around all day anyway, did you not see the way she treated you? Don't let her selfishness, and manipulative–"

"Fine then." I growl before scraping my chair back dramatically, as I storm out the room and begin to take the steps.

I'm getting sick of her making me feel like shit all the time. I'm a human I deserve respect like everyone else.

As I ascend the stairs, Heidi descends, her eyes landing on me.

"Hey don't forget the favour you owe me." she grins at me and I give her a brief nod, covering my tears with my hair as I then continue to go up and into my room, and jump onto my bed, soaking the pillow with my tears.

Five minutes later, I hear the door open. By now I wasn't crying anymore but still my hormones were driving me into a frenzy of emotions. Sad, angry, then sad again.

I was pressed against the headboard, my eyes closed, my chin resting against my knees.

"I know you deserve more that that." I hear Killians voice.

I open my eyes a little, and see him kick the door closed, his hands occupied by a glass of orange juice and a plate of pancakes covered in syrup.

"I won't let her treat you like that anymore, or anyone. I'm sorry, Layla, I know all this may seem unfair to you and I promise you I didn't bring you over here in spite for you to face your parents. I just have some unfinished business here." he slowly makes his way towards me, placing the food on the counter before swinging his legs over my bed and shuffling closer to me.

"We could move to the gangs house after the plans sorted if you want." he stares at the side of my face while I continue to stare at the bed.

After a while I nod. "I don't want to be alone either." I say, quietly.

He doesn't say anything but then he nods. "You won't be seeing me a lot for a few weeks but I don't mind you staying with Alfonso." he then says.

"Why?" I frown, lifting my head up, and looking up at him, catching his eyes.

"Where are you going?"

"You'll find out later." he simply says.

I look away, nodding.

"I don't like it when you assume I'm on my period every time I'm not feeling like myself. I want you to be nice to me, because–"

"Alright, I'm sorry love." he says softly, placing his hand on my fidgeting ones.

"I-I just don't feel too good." I mutter.

"Kian should be here soon with your stuff." he mutters, while I begin to run my hands along his long fingers.

"Will he get the chocolates?"

"Yeah." his hands land on my waist, as he pulls me to his chest.

"Is it hurting bad?" He asks softly, and I nod, as I grab his hands again.

He leans down, pecking the tip of my nose, causing a knot to twist in my stomach.

"Tell me where?"

I hesitate for a moment, before pointing at my lower abdomen.

"Here." I mutter.

"Alright." his large hand lands on the area, warmth slowly cascading through the area as he runs his palm in circles, causing the pain to subside slightly, and a bunch tingles erupting.

My eyes flutter shut, as I let out a shaky breath. I let out a humming sound and he lets out a low chuckle as he continues the process.

"You like that, huh?" He whispers huskily.

And my eyes flash open. "It just feels good." I mutter and he lets out a deep chuckle, causing my face to go red in embarrassment.

My hands wander over to his shirt, and I begin to play with the buttons.

I jump slightly, when I feel his fingers come in contact with my skin, as he slowly lifts up my shirt, and I quickly jump off him, letting out a shaky breath.

"No, not there." I glare up at him, meeting his dark eyes.

He nods, as he lets out a chuckle, his smirk widening. He leans to the right, as he swiftly picks up the plate containing the three pancakes, before handing it to me.

I look at it for a moment before looking up at him with a frown. "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet." he smiles, watching me as I slowly tear one of the pancakes in half, before handing it him.

He laughs, shaking his head. "I'm really not that hungry, love."

"Oh, okay." Before starting my feast, leaning my back against him.

I feel hair tickle my neck a little, as I feel his lips brush against my ear, causing my breath to hitch.

"How are you feeling?" his deep voice vibrates through my ear and I shudder slightly.

"G-Good," my voice comes out as a squeak. "You're always so nice to me." I mumble, as I continue eating, a drop of syrup sliding down my lip, and I wipe it off with my finger, before putting it into my mouth.

He doesn't respond for a moment before he lets out a hum. "I try."

"Are you busy, today?" I ask, as I quickly finish up the pancakes, placing them down on the bed before turning to him.

He frowns slightly, before shrugging, as he continues to stare at me.

I gulp, before looking away.

"Um. Do you want to stay with me?" I ask, my cheeks turning red.

His hand lands on my cheeks, as he runs his thumb along my cheekbone. "Yeah, sure." he then replies

I give him a grin, before nodding. "I don't mind helping you." I tell him.

"I can do stuff for you, and I'll be nice and I won't cause any trouble." I begin to play with his hands.

"You don't have to worry, like you said. For the next two years here that I stay." I glance up just when his lips turn into a frown, his eyes flashing with something at my last words, but it's quickly gone, and he plasters a smile.

"Thank you, love."

I nod again giving him a smile.

"You're such a great best friend."

His eyes immediately fill with amusement, his lips twitching up, as he rolls his eyes.

"So tell me. Are periods like a slight glimpse of what it's like during pregnancy?"

"Really?" I raise a brow. "I mean I dont know, I don't think so."

He hums in response, his lips tugging up. "We'll find out one day."

I nod in agreement. "Yeah, when you have millions of babies with Heidi."

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