Stefan huffed a sigh of relief when the lounge was empty. Now he had to call one person: Erica. She wouldn't care if she was told he got drunk, as she knew he didn't get drunk easily. Stefan eyed the waiter standing in front of him. He stretched his hand and handed him his phone.
" Call this number. Tell her the owner has been captured by Red Bull," he exclaimed.
He knew she wouldn't believe that but he prays that she shows up. He lowered his head between his legs.
*****
" Tell me the secret code." Erica cackled.
A bloody man knelt in front of her. She swirls with the gun in her hand.
" I….. I don't know. Please let me go." the man cried
Erica licked her tongue before she looked at him.
" Why are you making things difficult? "She raised his chin with the pistol.
" Now, now. Tell me. You have 10 seconds."
The man trembled against the pistol.
Before any movement could be made, the ringing of a phone sounded in the room.
Erica groaned as she shut her eyes. Swallowing down her anger.
" Someone get that shit sorted." she gritted through her teeth.
One of her men came rushing towards her. He lowered himself near her and whispered.
She furrowed her brows when she heard the information. Her heart twisted in anguish and pain. She knew it was bullshit, but her guys kept telling her she had forgotten something. Something important. She instructs her men to deal with the bloody man in front of her.
****
She looked around Blue Destiny. The location her men told her about.
" I can't believe I'm doing this and I'm here," she muttered to herself
The club had rooms, which people reserve for themselves if they are too drunk to go home. Erica passed the receptionist and looked for the room, Stefan is. She halted in front of a room. The room number made her stomach twist.
"2506," she said
How can she forget this number? Today was the 25th of June. A day she had tried her best to forget about. But she guesses life has something to show her. She reached out for the doorknob but paused. What if he were attacked by Red Bull? What if he's severely injured?
She shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts.
Her hand twisted the knob and she pushed the door open.
"You're here," Stefan said huskily.
He stood up from the couch with his hands in his pockets. Erica stamped her feet and talked closer to him. Stefan's face turned to the other side when the slap landed on his face.
" Grow up, Stefan. I don't have time for this." she snapped
He nibbled with his lips.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to see you. I've missed you."
Erica rolled her eyes at him.
" Did you see the numbers. The room number?"
She bit her cheek to keep her emotions intact. This wasn't the time to act vulnerable. They broke up. It was no use to remember the past.
" We are not together, Stefan. We don't need to celebrate the past."
Stefan looked at her with crystal eyes. He moved forward towards her but Erica moved back.
He slipped his hands from his pockets and said;
"Let's go back to the past babe. Please. I'm sorry for whatever I did. Please."
Hope shimmered in his eyes. He wanted his Rica back. He'd do anything to have her.
Erica turned her gaze away from him.
"I'm sorry," she said before she left the room.
He fell on his knees, his hands buried in his hair.