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I could barely breathe by the time Mr. Black and I reached at his brother's diner. Not because he was driving rashly but because I didn't want to face Ryder Black. Last time I saw him, I told him who I was and how I didn't need him or his job. And now I was here to tell him how I needed his job. Again.
"We don't need to do this, Mr. Black." I said, when he opened the door of his car. He looked at me with an intense gaze. For once I could feel his gray eyes on my body. Gazing at me.
"Don't be scared, Lazarus. Last time him hitting you was a mistake, he won't be committing this time. And now, I am with you." He assured me and I closed my eyes, shaking my head.
"I am not scared of your brother, Mr. Black. He is coward who attack people with no power. And cowards don't scare
