Dating The Killer

Chapter 35

There was always the ambition of being someone great out there, a source of inspiration to other people, someone who could make a difference in life. People always wanted what they couldn't have when they repeated "I couldn't do it" over and over in their heads. Replacing the "couldn't" with "could" was easier said than done.

"Babe, my muscles are really sore," I grumbled for the millionth time to my patient boyfriend. I could feel my arms protesting at the weights I had to carry to achieve a goal of twelve sets and two repetitions for each set.

"No backing out, princess," he opposed as he continued to lift my arms up and down. With each lift, my elbow ached due to my lack of previous exercise, but my physique were good enough to the extent that I could eat everything and not gain an ounce of fat.

I was really a pessimistic person, definitely wasn't optimistic as I groaned for countless times and gave the stink-eye to my boyfriend, who apologetically smiled down at me laying on the bench and carrying weights.

After an hour of a series of grumbles and groans, the number of times I cursed my boyfriend to a pulp in my head were infinite, I was aching all over and my arms couldn't move anymore.

He lifted me from the bench to the wheelchair, he moved me along and past the reception of FitnessFirst gym, smiling as he made small greetings with everyone, he was even popular at the gym.

Of course, his parents knew everyone in Oregon. I reasoned with myself as my sweaty hair stuck to the back of my neck and my watery back.

My thoughts consumed me again at the turn of events, my parents and the threats that continuously remained to follow us even after the brothers were shot dead by Levy's mother. I couldn't keep up with the number of troubles that were hurled at me in a span of one week.

I checked my watch, I was surprised to find out that it was already midnight, Levy came back to me after he greeted his workout buddies in front of the gym entrance and gave me a kiss on my sweaty forehead.

"You're already growing big muscles," he joked as he touched my upper arm and I slapped his hand away with a playful glare.

"I can't wait to punch you with them," he laughed at me when he proceeded to wheel me, since his house was close enough to the gym.

"How does it feel since it's the first time you fully worked out?" he asked me and I huffed in answer, making him let out a husky chuckle.

The cold breezes refreshed me from the agony of my sweaty state, I leaned back in my chair, smelling the scents of flowers that were planted on the sidewalk. "This feels nice, it's been a long time since we had peace," I commented.

"You're right about that, trouble seems to find us," he retorted dryly, "after all, you're dating a killer," he mused. I chuckled at that, it was true, the moment we started dating, trouble seemed like our cousin, trailing around us and sneaking up on us, seizing every chance it got.

I remembered our first date incident where a Columbian girl dramatically cursed at Levy when she found us in a restaurant and made an exit so quick that she tripped a couple times, claiming that she was his first love. We didn't have a problem but she kind of ruined our first date, we let it go afterward.

Then, the second problem was at our junior prom, where girls continued to bully me for dating a popular guy, Levy Martin, the billionaire guy, I honestly didn't know until the queen bee before she told me with a sneer to back off from her rich boyfriend.

Since then, we knew how to handle the problems of life considering that we were used to them since he was fifteen and I was fourteen, we were friends first, then as we grew up, we had feelings for each other until I was fifteen the moment I realized that he shot people in a dark alleyway, it was wrong of me to still have strong feelings for him, I once classified it as curiosity for the killer but I found he had a golden heart from the way he smiled to the way he protected, and the way he truly cared about what he found precious in his life, people misjudged him but that was fine because he found me.

"Lia, I do believe in you, I know you will conquer anything standing in your way," he encouraged me and stopped the wheelchair in front of his house porch after he lifted me to the swing they had in front of the entrance, overlooking the beautiful garden.

"Then why didn't you tell me about the new danger that knew where we stayed?" I asked as my eyes looked into his stubborn amber irises once he placed me on his lap, making the swing slightly move from his weight.

I laid my head on his chest since the Oregon wind dried my sweat, I was still going to clean up the fitness mess I was in. "Trust me, Lia, you saw what happened to you back in California, this time I will handle it," he stated, as his other hand interlocked mine and brought our joined hands to his lips.

"I want to handle it with you too," I said, "I mean I have come through so many milestones with you, I can handle the truth and take care of myself," I reasoned but that only seemed to frustrate him.

"You can't handle gang s**t, okay!" he exclaimed angrily as his other hand tugged at his hair with dark tormented eyes, "I don't want you to be in my business deals, you will get hurt and I can't live with myself if anything happens to you," he snapped and I was hurt that he underestimated me after all the journies we had together.

"Listen, Lia, I am sorry for snapping at you," he apologized sincerely and pecked my lips, I noticed how his eyebags were puffy with tiresome. "But, you will not interfere with this new danger at all."