RED NOTES AND KISSES
Chapter 122: FRIDA - 122

Chapter 122: FRIDA: Chapter 122

Frida’s eyes fluttered open to a gradually brightening morning. The sun rose gently, casting soft hues of blue and purple across the endless sky.

The soothing chorus of tweeting birds and the faint hum of cars below momentarily made her forget they were on the hospital rooftop.

She turned to see Laz smiling beside her. They were bundled in six or seven blankets, and snowflakes drifted lazily onto the tent.

"I can’t believe we set up a tent on the hospital rooftop," Frida groaned, stretching under the cozy layers.

Laz kissed her forehead. "I can’t believe I almost missed the chance to see you this beautiful at sunrise on the hospital rooftop."

"The nurses must’ve panicked, searching for you all night," Frida said, raising a brow.

Laz pulled her closer with a grin. "Nah, I actually got discharged yesterday afternoon."

She looked at him, wide-eyed. "And you didn’t think to tell me?"

Laz pouted, his lips curling in mock regret. "I wanted to surprise you."

"Laz!" Frida said, her tone firm.

"Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Sunrise, for not telling you. But don’t be mad at me so early in the morning—you’re too beautiful right now," he teased, his grin softening her resolve.

Frida sighed, unable to deny that it had been one of the best sleeps she’d ever had. The tent was surprisingly warm, thanks to the rechargeable portable heater Laz had brought.

With so many layers of blankets, freezing wasn’t even a concern. "This is actually so cozy," she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of contentment.

Laz turned on a portable coffee maker and handed her a steaming mug of coffee.

"You really came prepared," she said with a scoff.

He beamed. "Anything for my Sunrise."

She blushed, taking a sip. The coffee was good—too good. "I should get going," she murmured.

"Hmm, we should," Laz replied, his fingers absently tracing hers.

Frida caught the doe-eyed look he was giving her and narrowed her eyes. "Don’t even think about it," she said, teasingly stern.

"I bet you’d look amazing under the sunrise," he said with a cheeky grin.

"Laz, home. Now." Frida playfully slapped his hand away, but before she could protest further, he caught her off guard with a feverish kiss.

"Okay, Sunrise. I gotcha," he said with a smirk, surrendering with just enough mischief in his eyes.

Frida stood up stretched deciding to face the day head on.

Laz watched her like he was hypnotized "What about you what are you doing today?" She asked as he stood up and started parking up everything into a duffel bag.

"Yesterday I was too cold to ask when did you learn to make a tent?" She asked with smile.

His hand froze it trembled slightly..." It’s not a fun memory love." He said quietly then flipped it off.

He turn on a smile "Can you ride a bicycle?" He asked.

She shrugged "Not really that much but I can do a few tricks."

He picked up the duffle bag "We should go practice your boxing before you go you need a serious warm up and I want to teach you a few self defense techniques."

They stepped outside the hospital into the warmth of sun that melted the snow away. Frida beamed then Laz pressed the horn of two bicycles "Wanna race?"

She smiled "Your on but be careful of the ice."

They sat on the bike and Laz helped her with her helmet "I can do it myself you know?"

"You are my princess you don’t have to do anything yourself." He said with a wink.

They began their ride and Frida was surprisingly faster Laz laughed "Wow you’re actually good at this."

"I guess I’m a natural." She said sticking her tongue at him "You snooze you lose."

She yelled at she stumbled on a hip of snow flying of her bicycle, Laz followed behind her and they rolled until they were on top each other laughing "I didn’t see the hip of snow."

He smiled down at her "Yeah me neither." He dropped a kiss on her lips before helping her up.

They reached Laz air bnb and Frida suddenly blurted out "Schools resuming soon so I’ll be returning to the dorms soon."

Laz’s shining eyes saddened a bit "Why are you sad we see everyday on campus." She said.

He held her hand shaking his head "It’s not the same...but I don’t want to keep you... you have a busy day ahead."

She smiled weakly as they stepped into the house and she prepared for the day.

On her bedroom bed was a bag she was sure Delancie probably had delivered to her doorstep with everything necessary from outfit to fake credentials.

In a smart cooperate dress shirt and pants with heels and a pair of fake medicated looking glasses.

She looked cooperate enough, she decided to put on a wig.

In case whatever they were doing today would get her legally in trouble she did not want to be easily recognized.

A blonde wig which she put on after a quick tutorial she glanced at her watch and heavy makeup.

She really did look unrecognizable.

Good.

As she stepped up to the stairs laz’s grey gaze met hers and he nearly dropped his mug "Well lord have mercy."

"Do I look bad?" She asked holding her creditals and a bag.

"No darling you take my breath away." He said pulling her to him.

"Laz you’ll ruin my makeup." She blushed.

"Do you mind?" He said huskily.

"Yes I do not want to be recognized." She giggled as his hand squeezed her thigh.

"Alright love when your done I’ll fuck you in the office." He said chuckling as she gasped and he tapped her ass.

"Oh, we forgot the boxing!" she gasped.

"All the more reason for me to pick you up at mi casa later," he said with a grin, pressing a soft kiss to her fingers.

Frida sat nervously in a cab as it pulled up to the Central Bank. She stepped out, heading into a nearby coffee shop to observe the area. The comforting aroma of cappuccino surrounded her as she dialed Delancie’s number.

"Hey, you there already?" Delancie asked, her voice slightly muffled as she got dressed.

"Yeah, I’m waiting for you," Frida replied, her eyes scanning the street while she sipped her drink.

Delancie fastened her earrings. "Okay, just sit still and look pretty. I’m on my way—" she paused as her doorbell rang.

Delancie froze, turning to face the door. Who could that be? This was her private space in this part of town—only Chelsea knew about it. A flicker of unease rippled through her.

Grabbing her handgun, she approached the door cautiously. "Frida, is there anything strange going on there?" she asked, voice low.

Frida glanced around the coffee shop and the street beyond. "No. Is there something specific I should watch for?"

Delancie peered through the keyhole, her heart lurching at the sight of Chelsea. But relief turned to dread when she saw a masked man holding Chelsea at gunpoint.

"Hello, Delancie. May I come in?" the man said, his voice calm yet chilling.

Delancie’s blood ran cold. She recognized that voice. Reluctantly, she unlocked the door, letting him and Chelsea inside.

Chelsea was forced onto the sofa, her hands raised. Her short hair was matted with blood, and her wide, terrified eyes darted to Delancie. She had fought back—unsuccessfully.

"Delancie, is something wrong?" Frida’s voice came through the phone, concern lacing her tone.

Before Delancie could respond, Frida’s attention snapped to a convoy of black vans pulling up to the Central Bank. Men in tactical gear poured out, opening fire on the building.

Frida’s cappuccino spilled as she ducked under the table, hands over her head. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Delancie, the bank’s under attack. Can you hear me?"

"Hang up," the masked man ordered coldly. Delancie had no choice but to obey.

The man motioned to his team, and they began tearing through Delancie’s home, ransacking everything in sight.

Chelsea tried to resist as a man grabbed her, thrashing like a wildcat, but they overpowered her, forcing her onto the dining table.

The masked man let out a cruel laugh as Chelsea whimpered, "You said you wouldn’t hurt her."

"She touched what’s mine," the man sneered, his voice laced with mockery. "Don’t worry, though. The punches won’t hurt too much. I brought female mercenaries for this sort of thing."

Delancie spat blood from a split lip. "You think Frida would approve of this?" she snarled.

The man chuckled, wiping the blade of a katana handed to him by one of his men. "Oh, no. That’s why I’m going to make sure she never finds out. Once I get rid of you and your father, she and I can live happily ever after."

"Does she know you’re a lunatic?" Delancie shot back, laughing bitterly despite the pain.

"No," he said, his grin spreading wider, "and maybe she never will."

His eyes gleamed as he raised the katana. "Now, which hand did you use to touch my woman?" he asked Chelsea, his tone turning darkly playful.

"How about I just take a finger?" he mused, a manic gleam in his eye.