Only the person opening the door was not Earl. It was a Caucasian woman dressed in a tight singlet and long cargo pants and what looked like army boots. She had frizzy hair that almost looked afro, and her amber eyes glared at me like I owed her money. But that was not what caught my eye. What caught my eye was the gun in the holster around her waist.
"Ooh, hello there, lady," Chad, oblivious to the gun, got his flirt on as he squeezed next to me. "You Earl's new broad?"
"Desmond Dunn?" Her attention on me didn't waver.
"Yeah...?" I was prepared to back away when both her hands reached out to grab our collars and pulled us in, slamming the door behind her.
"F**k!" I whispered to my friend Chad. "I've caught myself in my own trap... Hey don't try anything funny!!" I slowly faced the lady. "What do you want with me?"
The lady didn't reply immediately, instead looked out the window as if trying to see if there were anyone outside. She then pulled the blinds and made us sit on the couch, glaring down at us with her hands on her hips.
"You are in serious danger, Desmond Dunn. You're lucky I got here and took care of them before they did."
"They? Who's they?" I asked, although I had a nagging feeling I might know who is she talking about.
"The Drake family, of course. Or at least their underlings," she replied, gesturing at two bodies that were on the floor at the dining area. They were wearing the same type of suit the crazy man wore before.
"The Drake Family..." I silently repeated and became zoned out. Memories all flushed into my head at once, it was all too much to take in. I let out a deep shaky breath. "But that was all so long ago.... why now..."
Chad just looked from his friend to the woman, completely confused. "Uuhhh... Who is the Drake family, and why do they want my boy here?" He smacked my back, not so hard however.
"Who're you?" The lady raised a brow at Chad.
"He's my best bud since 6th grade, Chad Emmerdale. He's cool," I replied.
"Then you owe him an explanation," the lady said dismissively as she went towards the bodies. "I'm going to find a way to get rid of these bodies."
"W-Where's Earl?" I asked, fearing the worst.
"He's the reason you're stuck here."
"The reason I'm stuck here? Wait what??!" Now I was confused and completely ignored Chad's groan that no one would tell him what was going on. "Is he ok? Where is he?"
The lady didn't reply as she busied herself moving the bodies. Before I could demand an answer, Chad clapped my back again, harder this time.
"Yo! Don't ignore me, dude! What's with all this Drake family business here?"
I coughed at the hard clap and sighed as I turned to him, "I was hoping no one would find out but... Chad, I'm not who I say I am. My real name is not even Desmond Dunn."
"What...?" Chad blinked in confusion.
"The truth is... I'm a Prince."
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