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Raelynn's pov:

"He was being annoying."

"That sounds like you," Jules added, peaking from Ryker's side.

Ryker snickered, agreeing.

"Right, I'm sorry, I lied. I just wanted to hold his hand in mine on my lap while listening to some old men talking about a life and death crisis... I just wanted some comfort you know." I said sarcastically.

Ryker rolled his eyes while Jules shook his head, a big smile on his face.

"Is that so?" I heard Kyson ask with a hint of playfulness in his voice, making me look at him with a blank face.

"Yeah, you didn't know? I thought you did." I said dryly.

"My bad, I mean I should have seen the sign from when you suggested that we make out." He said in a low voice with a devilish expression on his face.

He did not...

I glanced at Ryker's side, hoping none of them heard him. Luckily they were both talking between themselves and didn't pay attention to what Kyson meant.

"You know what was the situation and why I suggested that." I pointed out, looking back at him.

"WAIT!"

Malcolm slammed his hand on the table, earning everyone's attention. He ignores them, turning his chair to us. Since it didn't involve the other leaders, they went back to what they were doing besides Jules and Ryker since they know him quite well.

"You two are together?" He disputed looking at Kyson and me.

Before the guys could talk, I did.

"Do you know how people live more? Especially when they are involved in the mafia business." I asked him.

"Not the answer to my question but no, I don't know." He replied.

"By minding their own fucking business," I stated.

"You should try, especially when there are a lot of people who want your skin," Ryker added.

Malcolm raised an eyebrow, "People want my skin?"

"Yeah, and you got two right in front of you," I added, glaring at him.

"Make that 3," Jules added in a monotone voice.

"Wait, I can't believe you chose him over me." He stated pointing at Kyson who was giving him the death glare, clearly getting annoyed by Malcolm.

"Then I'll suggest you to start believing. Being in denial isn't good." I declared.

He scoffed, "She chose this piece of shit over me."

It all happened so quickly that we barely had time to understand what was happening. One minute Malcolm was sitting on his chair and the next minute he was grabbed by the collar, and thrown over the table with Kyson's hand around his neck.

"Say that one more time, I fucking dare you." Kyson clenched his jaw as he was glaring at Malcolm, who was struggling to breathe.

That's the consequence of pushing Kyson to the edge. He really doesn't like when people call him names huh...

We all stood up, looking at the scene in front of us.

"Ok there, I promised that we will return back this meeting room without any drop of blood on the floor so please if you have any grudge solve them outside," Dad said as he walked toward us.

He stopped by me, both his hands buried in his pocket as he looked at Kyson, who was not leaving Malcolm.

"The meeting is over, everyone can leave." The other old man dismissed loudly. Everyone started to leave, not looking back.

"I was going to bet on you," dad said making me raise an eyebrow.

"On me?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was sure you would have found a way to get Malcolm down," Dad explained making me chuckle.

Ryker walked to Kyson and tap him out. Kyson didn't move at first but after a few seconds, he let go of Malcolm who turned to the side coughing badly. If Kyson kept his hand a few more seconds, Malcolm would have suffocated and died.

"Fucking beast," Malcolm spat, glaring at Kyson.

Kyson took a step forward, ready to get Malcolm again but this time I reached to grab his arm, keeping him from walking forward.

"That's actually a compliment," I told Kyson.

"It wasn't." Malcolm snapped.

"Compared to you, it sure is," I stated.

"Piece of-"

"Stop provoking everyone son of a gun," Ryker stated, glaring at Malcolm.

Kyson abruptly turned around, making his way to the elevator.

"I'll wait for you by the car," I told Ryker and he nodded.

I made my way out, walking to the elevator. The door was closed and Kyson was waiting for the elevator to come up, so I stood beside him.

I gave him side glances.

By the way, he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw I could tell he was still pissed. The vein on his neck was popping out of his skin, showing its perfect line.

"Stop staring," he said rather calmly.

"If you keep doing this, your veins will burst," I commented.

He turned his head to me while burying his hand in his pocket, "Can you leave me alone?"

"Tough luck, there is only one way of going down." I pointed out and at the same time, the door of the elevator opened. We both climbed in.

He stayed awfully silent.

The door opened again on another floor and three suited men were waiting. They looked at me up and down before walking to stand by my side with stupid smirks on their faces.

I felt a tug on the back of my jean and I was pulled to the side. Kyson moved as he pulled me in front of him before standing where I was standing. He had his finger hooked on the hem of my jean.

What the heck?

He removed his hand, putting them back in his pocket. The other three men lowered their heads, looking down.

The door opened again and a few people climb in, making the space really tight. I leaned to the side, and Kyson moved behind me as he was squeezing between a woman and a guy.

I hate when elevators get crowded, I feel suffocated.

"So much for wanting to be alone," Kyson murmured making me chuckle.

One of the women dropped her water bottle, making me step back into Kyson. As a reflex, he wrapped his hand around my waist. The water bottle was open so some water spilt on the floor.

Great...

"Looks like it ain't your best day either," I felt his breath fall on my neck.

I tilt my head to look at him and I was taken aback by how close we were. My eyes landed on his kissable lips reminding me of our little make-out session and I had to force myself to look at his eyes. The tension in the atmosphere was thick. He kept eye contact making me forget about everyone else.

The door opened, snapping us out of our moment.