I spent the rest of the day laying in bed sniffling like a hungry cat, I was contemplating how would I sneak off and find some other place that Levy would not know about. I would miss the homey feel that my hotel room has with brown cushioned pillows and an awesome jacuzzi as well as Netflix.

Levy cared deeply about my safety, I knew that if anything would happen to me, Levy would be there to support me. I would be pissed if I was in his shoes and I heard some girl talk about my boyfriend sexually. He was right about that, but he took angry to another level and I was not okay with that at all.

Aside from our differences, I had to pack my stuff before Levy checked up on me so I quickly threw everything inside my bag and placed it on my shoulder. I opened the door and the first thing I saw was Levy, eyeing my bag curiously.

"Lia, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I scowled at him when he asked that, trying to take my backpack off of me but I didn't budge as I kept swatting his hands.

"I am going back to Oregon, that's what you wanted, right? well, you got it," I exploded and he clenched his jaw in rage before he lifted me, placing me on the bed and he grabbed my backpack from me. I wanted to scream irritatedly when he trapped me in his hold, I tried to wiggle free but he kept his body weight straining me in a not-so-painful way.

"You're so infuriating," he screamed at me. "You lied to me and made me think that you were cautious, then you go all by yourself so you can get caught and then what do I hear? that he eye-fucked my girlfriend, dammit!" he ranted but all I seemed to focus on was his crazily amazing perfume scent, my eyes gazed at his lips for unity as he kept ranting about how stupid I was.

So I took his face and hungrily deepened the kiss as he responded in a more furious way that made me want more. I sighed against his lips as he pulled away breathlessly and he seemed to calm down.

"I am sorry, I promise I won't repeat it," I softly consoled him as my hands placed on his cheekbones, "just let me stay with you, please," I said with pleading puppy eyes. He groaned and I could feel the cogs turning in his head at his decision.

He surrendered. Mission accomplished. "Okay, but this is your final warning. If Mr. Denis kept staring at you, try to act normal and confident because he has a sharp eye." He instructed and I nodded.

"Can we go back to kissing now?" I cheekily said and he laughed before smashing his lips against mine, kissing him back in contentment. Moments like these made me complete, some parts of me wished that Levy would stop killing business deals and have a normal life like his dad.

Although Mr. Clay had the longest list of enemies, they knew better than to interfere, he had the largest collection of fatal rifles and snipers. He could kill dozens of men with a snap of his two fingers. Levy used to boast about him so much and wanted to be always like him since he was young, his dad showed him every weapon in the entire U.S and he would copy every stance his dad made in confidence.

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"They invited me to dinner," he informed me when he fixed his pants up after our special moment together. It was like everything has changed, we were getting closer and we understood each other.

"Oh well, I am tired." I reminded him with a wink as he laughed at my bravery.

"I will come back so we could watch a movie considering it's only the first night of a week full of journies." He winked back and said.

"I will be waiting for you." I slipped off my robe in front of him and told him that. His eyes darkened at my faded purple bra and matching panties, revealing my slim pale legs.

"I will be waiting too." He flirted back with a grin and waved me off before closing the door. I danced across the room with a comb in my hand when I sang to the lyrics of Call Me Maybe with my new fresh pajamas and even more swollen lips. I ignored the soreness of my thighs and continued being silly until my eyes settled on the small mini cam situated on the left side of my room. I frowned as I stood on my bed and stared at it.

I dialed the customer service using their guidance numbers written on the hotel telephone.

"Hello ma'am, how may I be of your assistance?"

"Do you put cams inside the rooms?"

"No, it's against our hotel privacy policies."

My elated face morphed to fear that the cam belonged to the gang, now, they knew that Levy was with me in the room.

My face paled more when I realized that they might watch us naked, that would make Levy unhinged. I needed to find a quick solution to this without telling Levy.

Quickly grabbing my clothes, I changed in a minute and ran outside to the elevator, pressing repeatedly on the shiny metal that has the sign down imprinted on it.

"Ugh, come on, come on," I murmured impatiently. I was so in trouble with Levy if he found out.

The elevator doors opened to reveal the guy I met earlier, Mr. Denis, the son of the first deadly gang in California and they liked to show it off.

"I believe that you wanted this." He showed me the CD with a smirk on his face as his back leaned on the railing of the elevator.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"Simple, kill Levy." He answered with a sinister smile.