My Mate Had A Girlfriend novel Chapter 37

"How is she, Beatrix? Is she doing well?"

"Yes," I answered short. I was debating if I should tell Matt that Valerie was now dating someone else and that someone was my mate. Would he flip out? Would he want to murder Calvin? Or would he talk things out to Valerie so that she would leave Calvin alone for me?

No no no! That would only mean that I'm begging for Calvin to come to me.

"She's doing well. She's actually now..." my sentence was cut off when the forehead-scar guy or Carlos came approaching the cell Matt was in.

"Time's up. Boss wants you up now," he said.

"Hold on a minute. I'm not done talking to him," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Hey woman!" Carlos said, pulling on my elbow, "None of the prisoners here dare to talk back to me. Why the heck are you so damn stubborn?"

"You are a no boss of me," I hissed at him daringly and before I knew it, he pushed me down, causing my left shoulder to hit the nearest wall. I whimpered at the pain I received.

"I'm a no boss of you huh? Huh?" Carlos yelled to my face before slapping me across my left cheek, causing tears to start streaming down my face. I vaguely saw Matt trying to get a hold of Carlos' shirt but in vain due to the bars that was restricting his moves.

Carlos grabbed a bunch of my hair and pulled me up to my feet before slapping me again and let go. He presented me a punch on my left cheek, near to my lips and was about to give another one when Gabriel came stomping in.

"Why the hell are you hitting her?" I heard Gabriel yelled as he pulled on the collar of Carlos' shirt.

"She's being difficult," Carlos complained.

"And so? We don't hit whoever that we haven't jabbed for goodness sake!" Gabriel scolded.

Jab? What were they talking about? I didn't say anything at all and didn't think of anything when I saw Gabriel approaching me and then lifted me up from the ground. I had no idea why he was being nice but again, probably because he haven't 'jab' me. But then, if my gut feelings were right, Gabriel didn't meant to be bad or mean.

He was actually kind.

Beatrix

I was awake, probably a few hours after I was knocked out. I was in a room. There were one wardrobe, a small TV, a mini bar and I was lying on a single bed. Whose room was this?