Married to the Gangster (COMPLETED)

Josiah

“Didn’t you say you’re going to accompany your fiancée?” Sage asked as I arrived at the HQ.

I nodded and sat on the couch.

Eunice said she can handle it and she’d send me a text once she’s almost done so I could fetch her. I don’t want to argue with her on that one.

Somehow, I am relieved. At least she’s not clingy. It’s good that she doesn’t care because I don’t care about what she does in her life, too.

“She’ll just text if she’s done,” I replied.

Bradley looked at me meaningfully. “So, you finally exchanged numbers?” he wriggled his brows. “Give me her number, bro!”

I rolled my eyes as Bradley, Sage and Charles are already in front of me, pleading for Eunice’s contact.

“I don’t have her number.”

They all glared at me.

“You said she will send you a text!” Charles whined.

I looked at him. “That means she has my digits. I don’t have hers,” I cleared it out.

The three stood up and muttered curses under their breaths as they moved away from me.

I shook my head and just watched the show on the TV.

“She’s cool,” Dorian said while eating popcorn.

I grabbed some from his bowl and shrugged. “She’s not clingy.”

Dorian nodded. “She’s seriously pretty,” he added as he looked at me with his blank expression.

She is. I’m not going to lie about it. She’s as white as paper and her black hair complement her fair skin. Her eyes are so expressive that, I think, she’s always given away by them whenever she tries to lie.

“She’s not my type,” I replied as I devoured the popcorn.

“But she’s pretty,” Dorian seemed so eager with this topic of Eunice’s appearance.

I looked at him. “Do you like her?”

He shrugged and then set his eyes on the television again. This guy’s always been the most secretive amongst us. He’s not talkative but when he speaks, he means it.

“You seem so interested with her,” I told him.

Dorian smirked and shook his head. He looked at me. “You wouldn’t mind if I like her, right? If I do?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. He sounded so serious that I thought he’s mad at me or something.

“I’m not like those three idiots, Jos,” he said. “I don’t crush on someone.”

I didn’t speak. I want to listen. He seemed so serious about Eunice.

“But if I do, you can’t stop me,” he put the popcorn bowl on the table and walked away.

I looked at him and watched him exit to the veranda. What the hell is his problem?

I sighed and looked at Stan who’s looking at me while I finished the popcorn Dorian was eating just a few moments back. He’s smiling while shaking his head. His laptop is opened and it seemed like he was reading something.

“You wouldn’t mind a competition, right?” Stan said as he went back to reading something on his laptop.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself. Why am I so worked up anyway?

I watched the boring TV show for a few more minutes before my phone vibrated.

Unknown number: I’m home.

I narrowed my eyes at the message. I immediately called it. Damn it! I told her I’d fetch her! Why did she go home?

“What?” Eunice spat from the other line.

I clenched my fist. “Why did you go home?” I looked at my wrist watch. “It hasn’t even been an hour, Eunice!”

Stan glanced my way when he heard me say Eunice’s name. He looked so amused to see me this distressed.

Fuck! I hope my mother wouldn’t know this or else, I’m dead!

“I don’t want to burden you,” she replied nonchalantly.

I took a deep breath and massaged the bridge of my nose. “Who fetched you?”

I am f****d.

“I rode the cab. What are you so pressed about?”

Now, she’s mad.

“You told me you’ll text me!” I scolded her but I couldn’t hide my frustration.

I heard her sighing from the other line. “Don’t worry. I’m fine. The cab didn’t kidnap me.”

I pursed my lips in a thin line. “That’s not what I mean!”

“I won’t tell you on your mother,” she said. “I just didn’t like you coming back.”

I narrowed my eyes. I am mad. But I don’t know why. This already started when Dorian spoke vague comments about Eunice…and it just escalated now.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I shouldn’t be this pressed. She said she won’t tell my mom. I should be alright.

“Fine,” I gave up because I don’t really know what I’m fighting for on this one. She did me a favor. I should be thanking her instead of acting frustrated. “Thanks.”

“Right, bye,” she said as she hung up.

I threw my phone onto the couch and I leaned on the backrest.

“You should be happy that your fiancée isn’t some kind of fan girl of yours,” Stan said.

I looked at him before going back to my original position.

Again, why do I care so much? Damn.