Page 10 of Unfinished

I pulled out my phone and called a ride and within minutes the previous driver pulled in front of me. He likely guessed I would need a return ride.

Entering the car, I pushed past the idea of laying into the driver for letting someone push their way into a ride the way I did with Hannah. I benefited from the guys' mistake. I recognized him when he first picked us up as the guy who was staring at Hannah in the kitchen earlier. I didn’t notice him drinking at the party, so he was probably waiting for people to need rides. He was likely on his way back when Hannah called for a ride.

While he drove me back to the party, I immediately started searching social media for Hannah. Not surprisingly, her Instagram only had a few pictures. Hannah really didn’t seem like the type of woman to post her entire life on social media.

“Liam, this might cause a bad review but I’m going to give you a piece of advice about Hannah,” the driver started.

I looked at him in the rear-view mirror. He was blonde and clean cut with a side part style. His eyes were dark but that might be the fact that it was night out. I narrowed my eyes slightly and my curiosity got the best of me.

“How do you know Hannah?” I asked.

“I was friends with some guy who dated her last year.” Jealousy poured through me. I was never jealous of anyone, but thinking of someone else dating Hannah made me want to find the guy and punch him.

“Why would I want second-hand advice from you?” I asked.

“Because I know more than you think I do.”

“Alright, what’s this advice?” I asked with boredom in my tone.

“Hannah deserves the world and if you hurt her, I promise you, you will never recover from losing her,” the driver warned.

“Why’s that?”

“Hannah has this ability to completely destroy men. If you screw it up, she will forget you even exist. Your brain won’t let you forget her, no one will compare to her, and in the end she won’t even acknowledge that she knew you. Even if you are the one to break it off, somehow she will become your obsession.”

“Sounds more like you have an obsession with Hannah,” I accused, my eyes meeting his in the rear-view mirror.

“Nah man, everyone knows Hannah, she’s a sweet girl until she’s been wronged.”

“What’s your name again?”

“Derek.”

“Well Derek, Hannah is off the market. If I ever catch you near her, I’ll be the one to ruin you,” I threatened, and he nodded slowly as fear took over his expression.

It was known that my family had a lot of connections. My uncle was Michael Teresi, an 'alleged' mob boss. He and his two brothers were well known from rumors of my grandfather and great grandfather. My family was dangerous but most normal people wouldn't know that. Based on the fear in Stalker McStalkerson's eyes, he knew exactly who we were.

We drove the rest of the way to the party in silence. Mentally, I started a list of people to watch to protect Hannah from danger. Derek was at the top of that list. My mission was to find one of Hannah’s friends to recruit for some help.

I walked through the party looking for any of the other women who were with Hannah. Finally spotting a familiar platinum blonde girl sucking on Bas’ face, I made a beeline towards them. I needed information from her.

“Bas,” I said and he broke the kiss and scowled at me.

“What man, I’m busy.”

“I need to speak with her.” I nodded to the girl he was sucking face with. The girl turned and looked at me, raising an eyebrow like she recognized me from earlier.

“Come on man,” Bas groaned.

“It’ll only take a second and you can go back to what you were doing.”

“Fine, make it quick.” He looked down at the girl, “I’ll get us more beer.”

She smiled at him but when she turned to look at me she gave me an cold look as I asked, “You know Hannah, right?”

“She’s my best friend, so yeah, I know Hannah.” There was no mistaking the protectiveness in her tone.

“I’m Liam.”

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