Chapter 27
HAZEL
(FIVE YEARS AGO)
Iâve never been to the club ever since I left rehab, mostly because I want to stay away from anything that will lead to my relapse. Seeing drugs, or watching someone take it might be a trigger to me, and I donât take any chances, not even the slightest one.
Iâve been able to avoid it, right until Harrison told me to make some delivery to a clubhouse. At first, I thought it was ridiculous that someone in a club ordered fried chicken, but he corrected that confusion by explaining that I was delivering it to the club manager.
Pulling over with the delivery bike, I got down and balanced the three cartons on my arm before approaching the security man. He stared down at me with indifference, as if Iâm a headache heâd rather not deal with.
âIâm here to make a delivery to one Mr. Blue,â I informed him, trying hard to let him know that I can very well see the condescending look that he was trying so hard to hide.
The dude spoke into his mic before addressing me again. âTake the back door, and tell the security man there CODE RED, he will let you through without any ha ssle, and point you towards the right direction.
I forced a smile. âThank you.â Balancing the cartons properly, I headed for the back door and did as instructed. The second security man instructed me to take the long hallway and then take the elevator, it will take me straight to Mr. Blueâs office.
Finding my way wasnât difficult. I did my delivery, confirmed the payment, and made my way back up.
Oh⦠did I fail to mention that the office was actually underground? That the elevator took me down instead of taking me up? I almost panicked.
Walking down the familiar hallway, I ignored all the couples making out. I did mind my business, or at least, I tried to, right until I saw a lady being dragged into a room.
âMind your business Hazelâ I warned myself inwardly, urging my feet to keep moving. âYou came here to make deliveries, and youâve done just that.â
I almost listened to that voice until I heard the lady scream⦠or at least I think I did. My feet changed its direction, hurriedly stomping into the room that the young lady just got dragged into. Pulling out my phone, I clicked on the video recorder and activated it before stepping into the room.
âI just told you I like you!â The man growled, holding the ladyâs hand way too tight for her comfort. âI know you like me too! I saw the way you were staring at me from the dance floor.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about!â The lady cried. âI was only dancing to the rhythm of the song!â
Clearing my throat to announce my presence to the oblivious individuals, I stepped further into the room. âSorry to interrupt, but can you please turn around and say hello to the camera?â
The man slowly turned towards me, his jaw tightening with anger when he noticed my camera recording him. âWhat do you think you are f ucking doing?!â He bellowed, the veins in his neck threatening to burst.
Shrugging, I continued recording, âWhat do you think Iâm doing?â I retorted, angry that he dared manhandle this woman, The fool stood taller and took a step forward. âAnother step forward and Iâm going to upload this video.â
He halted instantly, âWho the f uck are you?â He spat, spittle escaping his mouth, âHer sister?â
I smiled cheekily at him. âDonât we look alike?â I teased him, my eyes scanning the room for anything that can serve as a weapon just in case he decides to come at me. âHey,â the lady blinked at me. âDo you want him here?â
âNo,â She blurted out, âI donât want him here.â
Returning my attention to the man, I co cked my head. âYou heard the young lady, bounce!â
âBounce?!â He scoffed as he slowly prowled towards me. âDo you have a death wish?â He spat angrily, his hand clenching into a tight fist. âYou do realize I can easily take out the two of you, right?â
The other lady is clearly intoxicated, which means Iâm left to face this man alone. âYou should have minded your business, Hazel!â Trying not to let not my fear show, I widened my smile, looking like a deranged ps ycho. âIâve been in a ps ycho ward wa nker, and while I was there, I was diagnosed with a twitching finger.â
His face contorted into a frown. âWhat the f uck does that have to do with me?â
âIt means if you provoke me further, I might mistakenly upload this video to the internet. Going to jail for attempted rape is a pretty f ucked up thing.â
He stared at me for a moment, then at the young lady splayed out on the sofa, then back at me. âThis bi tch isnât worth the drama.â He retorted before stomping out of the room. I watched him disappear into the hallway before approaching the young lady.
I cradled her head, trying to bring her into a more conscious state. âWhatâs your name?â
She giggled, tempting me to slap the drunkenness out of her eyes. âIâm Elenor.â She slurred. âYou know me right?â
Nope, I donât. âDo you have any means of getting home?â Where the heck is her purse? I donât have any cash to send her home. âWhatâs your home address?â
âMy brother.â She mumbled. âHeâs coming to pick me up.â
âYour brother?â I canât be here waiting for her brother⦠Harrison will kill me. âHow long do you think it will take him to get here?â She giggled in response.
I was about to prob her for more response when the door opened and a very familiar face raced in.
âElenor?â Surprised to see him, I took a step back, giving him space to cater to her. âWhat happened to her?â
I shrugged. âI guess sheâs drunk. I found her like this.â Staring at the lady, my brows furrowed together as I tried to figure her out. âIs she Ravelâs sister?â
Before Raymond could respond, the man in question walked into the room. He took a double step when he saw me, his brows arching. âHazel?â He glanced at his sister. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI noticed a man dragging a drunk woman into a room, so I decided to help.â
He approached me and pulled me into his embrace. âThank you for helping my sister. Sheâs always up to something silly.â He leaned down and kissed my cheek. âTake her home, Raymond, Iâll drive Hazel home.â
âThat wonât be necessary.â I blurted out, prompting both men to stare at me. âI mean Ravel donât have to drive me home. I came here for delivery, and I came with the delivery bike.â
He squeezed my palm gently. âThat shouldnât be an issue, we can put it away in the trunk.â He returned his attention to Raymond. âTake her to my apartment, Anne will have a heart attack if she sees her like that.â
âYes, boss.â
Ravel kissed my lips chastely, âAnd you, come on, letâs get you home.â He led me out of the building.
âWhy exactly are you doing such late delivery?â
âThatâs the last one before I get off work.â
Ravel frowned, âI canât have my woman working so late at night.â He flicked two bouncers over to help him put the bike into the trunk. âIâll need to have a long chat with your boss.â
âIâm fine Ravel.â
âWhat do I have to do to get you to stop working there?â
I giggled. âNothing.â I kissed his lips. Until I get a degree, Iâm not leaving Harrisonâs restaurant.
âDonât think Iâm going to let this go until I change your mind, and as for your boss, weâll have an overdue discussion on your working schedule.â
âRavelâ¦â I groaned⦠âCanât you just let this go?â
âHarrison?â He shook his head. âI canât let him tire out my woman like this.â He winked at me. âI need your energy for something more fun.â
Pe rvert.