A Love To Killer's

CHAPTER 2: Take care of yourself.

Some time has passed, and Malcolm has managed to take all the bullets from Ardiaz's body. Now, he is sewing the gunshot scar on Ardiaz's left shoulder, after he had previously treated the one below.

“Are you going to be okay after this?” asked Ardiaz suddenly, after the atmosphere had been so quiet in the room.

“What do you mean?” malcolm asked, as his hands continued to sew Ardiaz's wounds.

“I'll make your father pay for his crimes. Maybe you will also be affected,” said Ardiaz.

Malcolm stopped his movements for a moment, and continued again after sighing so deeply.

“Didn't I really intend to throw myself away. Once everyone knows how bad my father is, they're not willing to accept me here."

"So, it was the best, being an outcast of his own country, and never coming back,” Malcolm replied with a bitter smile.

There is a sense of tightness in the heart at the thought of having to get out of his homeland, leaving the father who will surely get severe punishment.

So did Ardiaz, who felt that his friend should not be punished for a mistake he did not commit.

However, he does not want to persuade Malcolm, because for a man, his pride will be destroyed when the decision he has taken, not done.

The two went back into silence and were immersed in each other's thoughts.

Until a moment passed, Malcolm had finished treating all the wounds on Ardiaz's body.

“I'm done. You better have your men bring you a change of clothes here before you go out,” Malcolm said.

However, Ardiaz did not care and went back to wearing his bloodstained jacket, and threw his sweatshirt into the trash.

He walked towards the door with his pants torn off.

Malcolm did not care about it, because he thought it was useless to persuade Ardiaz, when the man did not want to hear the words of the person.

However, when Ardiaz had turned the handle and was about to come out, he stopped and glanced to the side.

“Jaga yourself... Dude,” said Ardiaz.

Malcolm turned his back to hear the last words of Ardiaz, who had gone out of his room.

She smiled, but with teary eyes. His chest grew increasingly claustrophobic at the words of his old friend.

The guilt of what the father has done to everyone, makes him no longer able to be among the people he has always considered family.

The poor man who never felt the warmth was in the middle of the family, who actually got the feeling from friends and also other families, he said, now they just have to die because of guilt that he should not bear.

Malcolm was only able to close his eyes, while taking a deep breath, although it felt very difficult because it was so tight.

Ardiaz went outside, and met someone who had been waiting for him since near Malcolm's room.

“Are you done?” the question is none other than Alexa.

“Did you take him?” ask Ardiaz.

Alexa handed a paper bag to the man, and was soon grabbed by the fake King.

“Go. Your task is done,” exclaimed Ardiaz.

At once Alexa glared and tracked her waist in front of the man.

“What is this way to thank you, huh?” complained Alexa.

“Did I ask you to do all this? I asked Delta here, not you. Why did you come?” cecar Ardiaz's.

Apparently, Ardiaz first contacted Mac duff before asking Malcolm to treat him. However, it was Alexa who came and delivered the fake King order.

Alexa rolled her eyeballs carelessly with Ardiaz's attitude, and snorted in annoyance.

“Good... Alright... I'm going to leave now. You are really... Aaarrrggghhh..” said Alexa who was really upset with Ardiaz's remarks.

He turned around and walked away with a stomp of his feet to the floor. Seeing that, a faint smile appeared on Ardiaz's lips.

“Thanks,” he said a little hard, making Alexa stop suddenly and instantly turn around.

However, Ardiaz had already walked away from there, and turned at the intersection and disappeared.

“Basic of cruel men,” muttered Alexa smiling mockingly, yet it turned into such a beautiful smile, which was rarely seen decorating her face.

He walked back from there.

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