Emily's POV

Have you ever been in that awkward situation where you're sitting in your boss/criminal/kidnapper's car going back home - because he finally allowed you to - and your Spanish chatterbox mother calls and you accidentally click answer instead of ignore?

I certainly have been.

My mother was ranting away in Spanish on the other side of the phone so loud that people in Africa could probably hear her. Even after moving the phone away from my ear, her voice was banging my ear drums.

"Por el amor de dios Emily, cuantas veces te he dicho que me llames por la noche antes de dormir eh? Cuantas veces?" (Translation: For the love of god Emily, how many times have I told you to call me at night before sleeping ha? How many?) I looked away from Logan, who looked like he was about to burst out laughing and focused out the window as I waited for my mother to calm down.

"Mama, no soy una niña. Estaba ocupada con trabajo" (Translation: Mom, I am not a kid. I was busy with work) I whispered, hoping Logan wouldn't hear me talking in Spanish.

"No me des esa mierda Emily. Tu eres mi niña, y siempre lo seras. La proxima vez que no me llames antes de acostarte, me encontraras en la puerta de tu casa eh jovencita." (Translation: Don't give me that shit Emily. You are my girl, and you will always be. The next time you don't call me before going to bed you will find me on your doorstep young lady)

"Que sí mama." (Translation: Yes mom.) I whined, desperate to end the most embarrassing moment of my life.

"Vale mi niña, cuidate. Te llamo luego." (Translation: Okay my girl, take care. I'll call you later) Instantly, I hanged up, letting our an exasperated sigh. My mother was by far the most annoying Spanish person ever. Not wanting to look at Logan with flushed cheeks, I continued staring out the window, watching buildings whoosh past.

"Looks like you're close to your mum" Logan teased from beside. I turned my head to face him, only to see him try hard to suppress his laughter.

"Yeah, very close" I replied sarcastically.

"Do you always talk to your mother in Spanish?"

"Most of the time. She knows English but she prefers talking in Spanish. Her English isn't really the best"

"Is your father Spanish too?" He asked, looking at me occasionally before returning his gaze towards the road.

"No, he's French. But he knows Spanish too so he can communicate with my mother" I responded. He nodded before a minute of silence conquered us.

"Do you speak french?" He suddenly questioned.

"Yes"

He nodded again before we continued our journey in silence to my house.

Upon arriving my building a minute of awkward silence filled the vehicle, before Logan decided to break it.

"So you can come back to work on Monday." He stated, not looking my way.

"Okay" I responded. Not wanting to carry on the world's most awkward conversation, I decided it was time to leave. "Well, thanks for the ride." He nodded and I stepped out of the car, feeling the wind of freedom strike my face.

Stepping in to my apartment was like a dream come true. Everything was just as I had left it. Although, the smell of freshly cooked food lingered the area, and that's when I got curious. Dropping my handbag to the floor and picking an umbrella from near the threshold, I walked inside, making sure to take quite steps to surprise my intruder. As I arrived my bedroom, I noticed the lights of my en suite bathroom turned on. I neared the door, ready to attack when the door flung open and my sister walked out in nothing but a towel.

"Ahhhhh!" She yelled, seeing the umbrella ready to strike.

"Damn it, Larissa, what are you doing here?" She had a hand placed on her heart, to calm it down as she panted for air.

"You scared the shit out of me Emily. I came to visit, I sent you a text. When I got here, the door was unlocked and you weren't inside. I just assumed you were at work, so I cooked us lunch." She responded, placing her hands on her hips.

"Next time please call" I stated, clearly pissed off. My sister, unlike others, was more like my younger sibling, when in fact, she was the oldest. She was a total high school stereotype: Looking for a job. Sleeping around with strangers. Getting drunk everyday. Coming to people's houses without proper warnings. And simply, annoying. She also, had inherited my mother's red hair. But whilst I had gotten my mother's green eyes, my sister had my father's brown ones.

"And no offense, but why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be job hunting?" I asked. Her face paled as the question was posed, making me worried.

"I did go job hunting" She paused "And the only job that would accept me is a strip club. No offices, nothing. Not one decent job" She said, her gaze still on the floor.

"Please don't tell me you took the job?"

"No, I didn't. But I don't have a place to live, and I need a job. That's actually why I was here. I was wondering if you could probably... find me a job... at Miller Industries." At that moment, I burst out laughing. I fell on the floor, from the amount of laughter that was erupting from me. My sister barely graduated high school, and she wanted me to find her a job at a multinational corporation. Yeah right.

"Larissa, sis don't get me wrong. I love you. But if only a strip club is willing to give you a job, I can't possibly get you a job at the world's biggest multinational company. Besides, I don't even work at the recruiting department."

"So what am I supposed to do?" She whined.

"Keep hunting, I'm sure you'll find a job somewhere. Now I gotta go make a call, why don't you set lunch and I'll join you in five." I said, walking back out to the front door, picking up my bag. I fished inside until I found my Iphone 6 and looked through my contacts till I found Jordan's number. Clicking the call button, I left the phone away from my ear, ready for the fit she was about to throw me. And I was right, as soon as she picked up, the ground started shaking violently.

"EMILY DUFON, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN WOMAN? ONE DAY YOU ARE AT WORK AND THE NEXT THING I KNOW, YOU DISSAPEAR! I HAVE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR THE PAST DECADE? AND NOW YOU DECIDE TO CALL? YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION BEFORE I GET DOWN THERE AND WHOOP YOUR SORRY LITTLE ASS YOUNG LADY!"

"God Jordan, will you realx? I'm sorry. I had a family emergency and I had to leave town. I would have called but my phone broke and I just got a new one. Now calm down. "

"Damn it Emily, you scared the shit out of me. I was a minute away from calling the cops. You better come to work on Monday"

"Yes I will"

"Good, and I'm coming to your house tomorrow"

"Alright"

After hanging up with my long call with Jordan, I joined my sister for lunch, talking her through sitting a job interview. She was literally a five year old kid.

This was going to be a long week...

Logan's POV

Walking into my office, a frustrated sigh escaped my lips and I banged my fist on the table. Ever since I left Emily, I wanted nothing more than to get her back. Somehow, whatever feelings I had for her, intensified over the days. After watching her at the gala with Ashton, I wanted nothing more than to strangle that son of a bitch and rip him to shreds. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Looking back up, I decided it was time to move on, and get laid. I loosened my tie and removed my blazer, placing it neatly on the back of my chair.

Sitting myself on my seat, I noticed a small, white envelope lying on the top of my sleek black desk, with my name on it. Opening it up, the first thing I noticed was a white piece of paper. Unraveling it, I read it's contents.

She's next.

I picked up the next item, which seemed to a photo and turned it around. What I saw next made my blood boil and caused me to bang my knuckles on the wall closest to me, drawing blood from my fist. But that wasn't what I cared about. I knew exactly who was behind the threat and I was kill them slowly, making them feel every bit of pain in life.

On my desk, lay a photo of a person at the gala, and their face was circled in red. And that person was Emily.

A/N

There you go! What do you think is going to happen? Who do you think the threat is??? Comment below and tell me what you think!! Also check out my book Cursed if you haven't already! Thanks!

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