BAIDER (ENGLISH VERSION)

ANMELA’S POV

I had doubts about opening the door because I might not like what I would see. I was frightened to think that Laurent was lying on the floor bathing in blood. In just the thought of that, my body shook extremely, my tears became loud.

A few seconds of crying, I was stunned, my mouth was barely opened when Laurent opened the car. He stared at me with the spark of pity on me.

My tears automatically flowed over and over again until it streamed down my face.

I was glad that he was safe and nothing bad had happened to him. He came over and stroked my cheek. Then, he hugged me so tight. My arms wrapped him compactly.

I burst out my loud sobs on his shoulder. I could still feel the trembling of my body and the tightness in my chest. It was hard to calm down and think that nothing happened. It was the scariest event of my life.

“Shh.” He caressed my hair and kissed me on my head repeatedly. “I am okay. You are safe. Don’t worry. Shhh.” He kept saying something to calm me, but it would not work. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. I won’t. I promise.” He kissed my head again, plenty of times.

After a few seconds of crying on him, he spoke. This time it was not me who was conversing with him.

“Take your boss to the hospital if you don’t want him to die here!” Laurent shouted at the men who were twisting their bodies.

Is it painful to make it hard for them to stand up?

I looked around, the men were crawling in pain, they were holding their chest, belly, nose with the bood. My eyes widened when I saw their leader lying down with his stomach bleeding.

Did Laurent do that alone? How?

I was shocked when Laurent lifted me up on his arm. I let him do that. I had no strength to stand up and walk. My fear was still in my chest. I was just wondering how can Laurent lift me without difficulty? As if I had no weight at all.

My tears were gradually slowing. I stared at his face that was now straightly looking on the road. Even if he was exhausted, he looked not. That handsome feature was still on his face. He had a small sweat on his forehead. I could not feel the reckless moving of his chest. He was calm?

When we arrived inside my apartment, he sat me on the couch. He knelt down in front of me and cupped my cheek.

“Are you scared?” His voice was soft and his expression was worrying.

I just nodded, my body was still shaking. I had no strength to open my mouth and said  I was okay even if I was not. Lying was not my thing. My parents molded me to always tell the truth.

How about him? Is he always telling the truth? I was scared to know the answer.

I was not used to action scenes, or miserable fights, because this is not how I live. My life was just simple and far from a mess. Since Laurent came, it started to change.

“As long as I’m here no one will hurt you.” Laurent’s baritone voice filled my ears. He moved up a bit, kissed my cheek and hugged me tightly. “I won’t let them touch you. Mark my words.”

Gradually, I was feeling calm. I inhaled and exhaled to ease the tension. Laurent sat on the couch and held my hands. My fear and anxieties were completely gone when his lips touched my lips. That was just a smack, but it affected my whole system to relax.

He stood up and fetched water from the kitchen.

“Drink this.” He handed me a glass of water.

My shaking hands grabbed it. “Thank you.” My voice was stuttering. I finished the contents of the glass and that made me feel good.

When I finally felt okay, I dared to ask him. “Who are they, Laurent?”

He just sighed and then looked at me with nothing written on his face. “I hate telling a story. You know that, Baby Girl? Right?”

The annoyance filled my body, but I tried not to react in anger. I was confused about him and he kept telling me that he hated telling a story.

What is the purpose of me being her girlfriend?

I had no idea what was going on. It would be the start of my worry every day. I was thinking that maybe one of these days the news of his death was the last thing I heard about him.

“Please tell me.” The plea was in my eyes. The same as the sadness that was making me think that I did not know him completely.

“Fine. He is Dred, he runs the biggest syndicate.” He said that without emotion. No fear.

Suddenly, I was nervous again. If it was a big syndicate, his life would probably be in danger. It was just a little information, but scope the whole story. I was afraid of what would happen, later, tomorrow, one day-fear of the future about his life. I would never be assured of his safety.

“Don’t worry. He can’t do anything to me because…” He looked away. It was hard for him to continue the next line, but he managed to spell out. “Because… I am Baider.”

My jaw literally dropped.

What kind of pride is that? What’s the perks of being a Baider? Does that surname have something to do with the enemy?

“What if they come back again?” I managed to ask even though the nervousness was crawling all over my body.

“That is not a problem.” His tone was telling me as if it was the normal thing to him or he did not care about that thing?

His words made me scratch my head. I did not understand the details.

How can I get a sensible answer from this Baider man? I can’t believe he is my boyfriend.

In the middle of my deep thoughts, my eyes widened when he lifted me up again without saying any words. He ushered me into my room and laid me down on the bed.

Am I a baby so he can just carry me like that? The perks of being strong.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .