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?

"Oh okay," I answered and I guess, this time, I had really triggered his anger because in a blink of an eye, I was laid on the bed with him on top of me. His hands were around my neck, threatening me that he was gonna strangle me and his fangs were visible. "W...why?" I asked him quietly.

"I want you to get angry! I want you to fucking cry for help! I want you to curse us! I want you to damn it, punch us!"

"I already punched you," I said, dumbly.

"Why are you being so difficult? Let me just finish you," Gabriel said and got off me. He went to the wardrobe and what came into his hand later was a pistol.

"You're gonna kill me?"

"Yes," he hissed. I gulped my saliva down and shut my eyes. Deep down, I got a feeling that Gabriel wasn't going to do it.

And I was right. About a minute when I didn't hear or feel anything painful, I opened my eyes to find Gabriel knelt down on the ground with both of his hands pulling his hair.

Quietly, I got off the bed and went to him. I placed a hand on Gabriel's shoulder and the next thing I knew was I was pinned onto the wall with Gabriel glaring at me but this time better because there were no fangs shown. He did nothing and nothing but just glared at me.