Chapter 3 The Betrayal

• "I am sorry for leaving you, babe."
• I rolled my eyes at the text I received from Levy, I expected him to text me yet I was still as a freshly hurt crybaby. I was busy most of the time packing my backpack for the flight. I felt wary about the future consequences and Levy's reaction when he saw me later in the airport.
• We shared everything - memories, food, traditions and stories about our families, even his killing deals with the mafia, gangs, groups, and partnerships with big bosses, he never once tried to hide it from me. It piqued my interest that he would hide this business deal from me, what could it be that he was hiding away from?
• Somehow, a big gullible part of me thought it was to protect me, but the big question was from what? Aside from being a nice girl, I was extremely a nosey person. I tried to find out everything about his past, his family, and his interests but nothing came from my investigation until one night from our many previous nights at my house, he spilt it all on the couch with a movie displaying on my medium TV.
• Since then, I felt comfortable with the fact that he trusted me enough to admit that he was a killer. He shot people and he has a good aim, it wasn't by his choice though, his dad used to be a Columbian gang leader and since Levy was his only child, it was only right that he took over. By the age of fifteen, he started training back in Columbia then his family decided for a fresh start in Oregon.
• For Levy, it was the only thing he knew how to do. It was a fatal addiction and he couldn't let go. He had been held for probation and rehabilitation sixty-two times. I blamed his father the day he told me all about it, if he was a good father, he would have never raised his only child to be violent.
• Now, I only had one choice: the flight and the business deal. I didn't worry too much about school stuff for I was already in advanced classes and teachers loved me, well, except for Mr Smith who seemed to not stand my affair with Levy.
• "No problem, I expected it anyway."
• "Don't be like that. Go outside."
• I panicked when I approached my bedroom curtains and opened them. He was leaning against his motorcycle as his amber eyes suddenly looked up at me as if he was expecting me to open my window.
• "What are you doing here?" I shouted in question. He looked mouth-watering with his soft black hair and gleaming eyes that contrasted against his big leather jacket with arms crossed.
• His charm frustrated me often because whenever I felt like I had to be mad at him, I just couldn't keep my madness for long. I would always feel like a fool when he smiled up at me and apologize multiple times as well as consoling me by letting me drive his precious motorcycle.
• I still enjoyed pretending I was mad but he could see right through it. "Come down here, or I will have to go up to you Lia," he demanded hotly.
• Feeling panicked that he would go up and see my backpack, I rushed down the stairs with my black jeans and red crop top along with my favourite black vans. My erratic breaths calmed down after walking down the stairs of my house, I neared him with my hands placed on my sides.
• He smiled, and all tough walls seemed to collapse on me when I smiled foolishly back at him. Then, remembering what he had done, I frowned as he entangled both of his arms around my waist and clasped his hands on the middle of my back as he crouched a little bit and spread kisses all over my face.
• "Lia, baby, I just don't want you to get hurt, please understand me," He amended as he placed a kiss on my forehead, I sighed out tiredly, "it's bad enough that they are after me. I don't need them to be near you." He got me closer to his chest as he leaned back on his motorcycle.
• I couldn't handle his worried eyes as they flickered left and right when he looked into my eyes, "why didn't you tell me that you are going to leave after two hours? you wanted to go away without even telling me." I accused as I tried to push him away.
• Our relationship was like a whirlwind; one time, we were on top of the world and the other, we were fighting because our perceptions were different but we couldn't live without each other. We did try so many times but it wasn't meant to be unless we were with each other. It was all in the science of love: our bodies were made for each other, our eyes were made only to look at one another and our souls were interconnected in a faithful vow to love and be loved.
• "How did you know that?" he wouldn't let me go as his hold tightened around me when he asked and his eyes stared into mine, "never mind, I wanted to tell you but I knew that if I told you, you would want to come with me and I could ruin your future if I let you." He explained disdainfully.
• "You didn't have to hide it from me. I knew that I shouldn't have looked into the flights but it hurts to know that you kept something so important away from me." I snapped, feeling the deep betrayal within my chest. His eyes softened and he tried to coax me but I wasn't accepting it as I tried to let go but he held on more.
• "Look, would you forgive me if you came with me?" he was too late for that, he didn't know that I already reserved a ticket. "But we would be in separate hotel rooms because I don't want them to know that I know you, deal?" he elaborated as he sighed defeatedly towards me.
• I smiled deviously. "Deal."