Unmasking the Truth by faze1315 (e books for reading .txt) 📕

"You'll stalk me?" he gave me an amused grin before turning down the street. "Goodnight Sapphire."

"Fuck you!" I stomped my foot, breaking the heel of my favorite shoe. "FUCK it all," I took my shoes off before turning down the street and started my way home.

I walked towards Mega Bucks, a creepy feeling overcoming me. I threw my duffelbag over my shoulder and kept my eyes forward, not thinkng about the horrible streets in front of me or behind me. Not thinking about the crooks that could jump out, but something better. Something that could be possibly even more dangerous yet exciting.

Oz.

Even if I haven't seen him in a few days, doesn't mean I don't think about him. He is constantly haunting my thoughts, morning and evening. Awake and asleep.  It was a tiring process that I couldn't escape even if I tried.

I shoved away my thoughts and pulled on the door handle. I struggled with it, yanking with all my might, but it wouldn't budge. I walked to the side of the building and tried to look through the smudged windows. Wiping away some dirt, I peered inside to find cops.

Ducking down, I put my hand over my mouth to calm my breathing. A cop walked out of the door, looked around and walked back inside.

How did cops figure us out?

When I was first signed, I was warned that this wasn't actually allowed. That this club is secret for mayors and major buisnessman could come to. Even though it is often talked about in this small town, it still wasn't allowed. None of the parents and wifes liked the idea of a strip club, so a law was passed.

It was completely stupid, but it was a law and we got to follow the laws.

I crept to the alleyway and ran to the otherside. I sprinted until I could make out the maple trees, and cherry blossoms. I shoved aside my bangs and looked over the apartments. They all looked the same to me, beautiful, but the same.

I spotted Oz's motorcycle and made my way up the nearest apartment building. There was four doors in the hallway, each only having a hanging number on the door to tell the difference. At the time, it never occured to me to even look at his apartment number, much less remember if this was the right building.

Collecting some courage I knocked on the first door to the right and a old lady answered the door. "Sorry wrong household."

"Who's home are you looking for, sweetie?"

"I am looking for a man with black hair, very large."

"Oz?"

"Yes, do you know what number he is in?"

"I don't quite remember sorry," I sighed. "But you could ask him."

I turned around to see Oz walking up the staircase, "Thank You."

"Hey you," I walked towards him. Oz's eyes flickered up to me and a faint smile crept on his face. "Didn't think you would see me again, did you?"

"I was actually expecting your arrival," he pointed down at the bag, "do you like chinese?"

I walked into Oz's apartment again, expecting something different. I can't it explain it, but it had a different feel to it. Maybe it was the fact that I was actualy invited in here and didn't bump my head and had to stay.

I placed my bag by the door and walked into the kitchen. "How did you know I was going to show?"

"Lets call it pyshic powers."

"No, really. Do girls randomly show up at your door all the time?" I took out the food from the bag as Oz took plates out.

"Your the one who said you were going to stalk me," he shrugged and pulled out two forks. "I'm surprised you didn't show up earlier."

"Oh, yeah." I helped carry the food to the living room and we sat down on the sofa. "Are you sure I can eat this?"

Oz chuckled and tilted his head, "I didn't poison it, if that is what you are asking."

"No," I laughed and shook my head. "It is just, not many people buy me food. Actually not anyone and I don't want you to feel like you have to-"

"Sapphire, I wanted to buy you this. I don't feel like I have to."

"Good."

*****

I grabbed my stomach from hurting. "It wasn't that funny!"

"Yes it was," I pushed myself off the floor, but one look at Oz's face sent me into another fit of laughter. "I am so sorry."

I was trying to get up when the carpet under slipped. I slammed into Oz's chest and my food went all over him. His hair, his clothes, even inside his shoes. Even though Oz kept denying the hilarousiness of it, he was eventually laughing on the floor with me.

"Well now I know not to invite you over for dinner again."

"You were going to ask me to come to dinner again," I cooed. I picked off a noodle from Oz's head and threw it in the sink. "That is probably a smart idea."

"Probably," Oz mocked me and threw our food away. "Let me get cleaned up and I will take you home."

"I could walk," I protested.

"It is thirty degrees outside and dark as hell. You can wait fifteen minutes," Oz picked a noodle off his shirt and threw it at me before walking into the bedroom.

I grabbed a handtowel and got on my hands and knees, trying to clean the mess I made. Scrubbing some of the sause off the floor, I stood and screeched. "Shit, you can't scare me like that!"

"I'm sorry, you were just very amusing."

"How am I amusing?" I threw his towel into the sink and grabbed my jacket.

"Well for one you were scrubing a stain that has been there since I bought this place. You were so focused."

"How was I suppose to know that?" I hopped onto the back of the morotcycle and grabbed the helmet from Oz's hands. Oz gently grabbed the straps and strapped me up. He hopped on after me and kick started the bike. "Thank you."

"My pleasure."

*****

We drove up to my apartment, the door was slightly cracked open and a light was on in the kitchen. "Do you live with anyone?" I shook my head and pressed onto Oz tighter. There was a number of possiblilties who could be on the other side of my door. SO many people Derik pissed off. So many people that are after me.

"We should just go back to your apartment."

"Who ever is in there, has already heard the motorcycle and know we are here. There is no point in running now," Oz got off the bike and held is hand out to me, "You won't be alone."

I grabbed his hand, electric shocks running up my arm. "I am not sure." I got off his bike and held on tightly to his arm. Without Oz's support I would probobaly hit the floor by now, either to get close to the ground or just because I fainted.

"What could go wrong?" Oz pulled up his jeans and showed me his gun.

"Why do you-" I was shushed by the sound of something crashing in my house. We both slowly made our way up the stairway and I pushed up the door. Oz let go of my hand and walked in first. I heard something hit the floor and the two hit many the things before it all stopped.

"Sapphire!"

I ran into my room, "Derik?"

Dropping my keys into their bowls, I flipped the switch watching the lights blink in and out before staying on. In front of me, Derik and Oz have frozen in thier spots, Oz's fist in midair. The bloody lip, the swollen eyes, I completely ignored.

In the fight Oz's shirt must have rosen up because a sliver a skin was showing. A smooth tan stomach that was taunting me with his muscles. "Oz could you please get off of him," I grabbed hold of Oz's arm and pulled him up before he muttered a word. My twin brother, Derik laid on the ground his feeble arms were crossed in front of him, a feeble attempt not to get punched in the face. "Why are you here?"

Derik slowly got up from the floor, his curly hair falling in front of his face. Derik and I couldn't look anymore alike. We both had the Banks brown curly hair and tanish skin. Derik was about a head taller than me, the same height as Oz, but that was the only difference. We both had a splash of freckle on our noses and of course the sapphire blue eyes. But Derik's was a shade brighter, but still the same beautiful blue.

"Awe Lilly bear, you didn't miss me?"

"Don't call me that," I pushed past him, storming my way towards the kitchen. The lights flickered as well, but at least it took a shorter time to come on. I sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, laying my head in my hands.

"Lilly, you know if I had a choice I would have stayed, but they would have caught me," Derik sat down across from her. "It wasn't like I wanted to leave you alone."

"She died," I lifted my head, tears at the brim of my eyes. "A week after you left, she died, because you left. She couldn't handle the worry for as her only son lefted without a note."

"Lilly..."

"Stop calling me that!" I stood up, pushing my chair to the ground with a thud. "Why are you here?!"

"Please calm down," he simply crossed his arms over his chest and raised his head. "It would be easier for me if you would."I looked to my left, cacthing a glimpse of Oz. His face was pale and he looked like he was internally struggling. When he looked up, he caught my eyes giving my one of those heart-racing smiles of his.

"So who are you?"  Derik glared at Oz. I was about to jump in, but Oz walked into the kitchen and stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders.

"I am a friend of Sapphire, I was dropping her off," he didn't hesitate. They stared at each other, neither wanting to back down for the safety of Sapphire. At the moment that was all each one was thinking about, but from Sapphire's perspective it looked like they were going to hit the floor again.

"Why are you here?" Sapphire snapped again, gaining the attention from both boys.

"Well, I had to tell you something and I couldn't hide it from you anymore," Derik shuffled in his