Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: 30-I Took Off My Clothes For Him

Verity:

"What?" she snapped at me, probably smirking because she knew there was nothing else I could do but to warn them.

And then, they wouldn’t even take my warning seriously.

I shot Mrs. Baker a sharp glare before turning around and storming back into my house.

I slammed the door shut once, then opened it and slammed it again, followed by three more times.

"Wow, look at the anger in that bitch," her daughter commented, chewing bubblegum while her boyfriend carried the TV inside.

I had a feeling Mrs. Baker knew I was suspicious, but she also knew I could do nothing about it.

Everyone in the neighborhood was scared of her.

Not because she had a loud mouth.

Anyone could deal with that.

It was because of her daughter’s boyfriend and the people they associated with.

Her daughter’s boyfriend was supposedly involved with a gang, or so I had heard.

People preferred to avoid them.

They took other measures to protect their homes, and stupidly, I hadn’t done that.

I went inside and dropped onto the couch, my fists clenching.

I couldn’t care less whether her future son-in-law was in a gang, but at that moment, I knew I had to choose my next steps carefully.

I had to get these people off my back somehow because this situation was escalating.

They thought a woman living alone was easy to rob.

They needed to see that I had powerful people in my corner too.

More importantly, I needed to use this moment to set something in motion.

So I grabbed my phone and dialed Jaguar’s number.

I knew he was probably having dinner with his brothers at this hour.

What I also knew was that the brothers were keeping things from one another.

They weren’t talking about me. They weren’t gossiping about me.

As expected, Jaguar answered almost immediately.

The second he picked up, I started breathing heavily into the phone.

"Um, hello?"

His voice was uncertain. I could hear noise in the background.

So I had been right. He was with his brothers.

I breathed even louder, then ended the call.

Just as I expected, my phone started blowing up.

For the next ten minutes, I ignored every call.

During that time, he sent countless question marks and messages asking if I was okay.

He even called from several different numbers.

"Are you okay?"

That was all he kept asking, and I kept avoiding him.

As expected, he didn’t stop calling me, so eventually I answered.

"Hello?" I kept my voice as strained as possible.

"Fucking hell, Verity. What’s going on? Why weren’t you picking up my calls?"

The panic in his voice alone was enough to show how much he cared about me.

"I’m so sorry. I probably dialed by accident." I forced a sniffle, playing the part of a damsel in distress.

"Are you crying?" he asked, picking up on the details I was deliberately feeding him.

"No," I replied, keeping my voice jagged and dramatically shaky.

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