The Outlaw

Side story

(Layla and Kaise)

“HEY!! I NEED ANOTHER ROUND, HERE” the woman shouted through the loud music. The bartender looked at her way and nodded before sliding nth drink she took tonight.

She gulped down the entire spirit at one go, “Another one please!” she shouted again, now the bartender looked annoyed, “I am sorry ma’am but you cannot have anymore drinks!” he said firmly and went back to serving others.

“Huh? And why is that?” she shouted banging the glass on the counter.

“because you still haven’t paid the bill for the drinks you sniffed away!” he said calmly looking at the blonde-brunette.

“do you know who you’re talking to? I am a Martera, you insolent fool!” she growled at him barely able to hold herself straight. Her vision becomes blurry and her heart felt like its being ripped apart.

No no. Please no. Please let this be a dream, I can’t do this. I can’t. Martera. My Flynn Martera.

She didn’t know it was the crowded club or the grief that made her lungs squeeze out in despair.

“Who the– I don’t care who you are just pay the dam–” the bartender snapped at the sulking woman but layla got up from her seat, “Yeah whatever!” she said throwing an bundle of cash on the counter.

Layla’s POV

Whats the use of anything now? The only thing I ever truly wanted is buried six feet under. Why am I still living? For whom? My family? Friends? Myself? Who am I living for? No one. I lost myself the day I saw him dead, I died that day with him. I may breathing but I have no attachment to the world or people anymore. I lived for him, he was my sole reason to live but what do I do now?

I stumbled falling onto the ground, not bothering to pick myself up or wipe the blood running from my nose. Why am I not feeling any pain? What is wrong with me? I sat up from the ground and crawled to the side leaning onto the wall.

His memories haunt me every day. I feel frozen in time when I think of him, I feel alive but the cruel reality slaps me in the face. Flynn is dead. We promised to always be together to face all the unknown together but he left me alone inn this cruel world all alone.

Curling up, I hugged myself to feel the same warmth I felt in his arms but I didn’t all I felt was alone and pathetic.

“We found the bitch boss!” I heard a masculine voice a few feet away from me, I was sinking into depths of despair to notice people approaching me.

Somebody grabbed my hair and yanked it harshly, “You said you’re a martera? So you know Gerardo Martera?” the scary looking guy asked me.

His tight grip was ripping my hair out but I still couldn’t feel any pain. I felt a sharp sting on my face, “I am talking to you bitch!” the man slapped me again, “That Gerardo has caused us a lot of money! Maybe we can get back at him by taking one of his family members!” the guys mumbled to himself.

They threw me on the floor and started kicking me one after the other. I just laid there, without uttering a single word, devoid of emotions. Take me away, I don’t want to live. Please take me away, Flynn. I cannot–I do not want to live without you.

Tears came rushing out of my eyes as his face flashed before my eyes, his laughs, his frowns, his pouts, his scowl,,,, his severed head, his cold dead eyes that were once held compassion and warmth, they were looking right into my soul, burning me for ages to come.

“Hey! Hey lady? Are you okay?” somebody tapped on my cheeks, I opened my eyes to meet a pair of soft brown eyes.

“Huh?” I asked my vision still blurry from tears.

“Are you okay?” the brown eyes looked at me with worry, “Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Can you walk?” the concern in their voice was touching.

They helped me get up, “I am fine thank you” I said meekly leaning against the wall, I wiped tears from my eyes and finally took in the scene before me. Five grown men, packing huge muscles were laying on the ground unconscious. My head snapped towards the culprit only to met by a woman standing six feet tall, hers arms ripped with lean muscles.

“Did you do all this?” I asked in disbelief, the dark skinned woman rubbed the back of her head smiling nervously, “Yup” she said.

“Thank you–” said coming closer to her but seems like the beating from earlier had taken its troll as darkness swallowed me.

The last thing I remember was those warm brown eyes.

The next time I woke up I was back in the Martera’s new mansion in London. Both Orlando and Landon were very concerned for me while my sister gave me an earful then cried hugging me.

Anyway, right now I am heading to my sister-in-laws new gym that opened up in the area. I don’t want to go there, I just wanna drown a bottle of wine every passing hour but that asshole of Gerardo banned me from every clubs/spirit shops/bars etc in the town. How would I know you ask, I tried getting in at one of the regular bars I visit and they kicked me out. I hit every bar I knew but to no vain, later one of the bartender who had taken some sympathy towards me told me that my relative Gerardo Martera ordered them not to give me any alcohol or the consequence would be nonparallel.

Talking to a wall will be more effective than to reason with that thick headed bull so I need to take off some steam, best way I know is (a/n: seggs :p) workout.

My brother jace met me at the door, “Hey Jace! What are you doing here?” I asked entering the gym.

“I was dropping off some lunch!” he said signalling to his wife. I nodded back, “Hey pops said he wants to see you tonight at the reunion!” he said stepping out. Just the thought of the reunion deflated me, “I don’t thin–”

“its your choice, if you wanna come. Just so you know, they all are really worried about you.” he said the last part softly closing the door behind him.

Now this gave me another migraine attack, I hate people and the way they twist their words to make them look like a victim. Let me mourn for gods sake!

“Ma’am you pass please” the receptionist asked as I slid my id card her way. After she was done checking, I headed straight towards the machines. I was so lost in thought I didn’t notice a figure standing near the machine I was using.

“Hey ain’t you the girl from the other night?” a rough voice asked me making me snap my head towards that direction.

Its that woman, the woman who saved me a few nights back, “Hey yes it is me! Thank you again for saving me back there!” I said with a faint smile on my face.

“its all okay. I could never deny someone in help” she said rubbing her nose.

“That’s very chivalrous of you!” I said finally taking her in. Even though I am 5’6 in front of her 6’0 build I looked like a kid. Even so she had a very intimidating build with her broad shoulder and muscular body. She wore a sports bra and bikers shorts that enhanced her muscular build, showing off her four packs. Her dreads were tied in a bun just two stand of dread falling on her diamond shaped face.

“You done using that, alley girl?” she asked motioning towards the machine that I was till sitting on.

“Oh sorry! And I have a name, don’t call me alley girl people may think I am a prostitute!” I said getting off

She ;looked at me amused, “Who cares what people think. Anyway what is you name?” she asked getting on the machine.

“Layla” I said looking at other way, the way her eyes looked while using the machine made me feel uncomfortable.

“That’s a pretty name” she said after finishing her set. The rest of the hour passed with the two of us talking, it felt nice to talk to someone who didn’t have that sympathetic look in their eyes.

“Umm Kaise.. I was wondering if you would like to catch a bite with me.. as a thank you for saving me the other day!” I said rubbing my back nervously.

“well you should never repay kindness with material things but who can say no to food and such a beautiful woman?” he said smirking at me.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.