My Dangerous Boy's

Part 108 - Are We Lose? (3)

Zavier's words immediately turned into a sick moan when Franklin walked quickly towards him and kicked his stomach in one powerful jolt.

Bugh.

Zavier's body spontaneously jerked backwards. He coughed, making Aron just look in horror at him. Then, in the next second, Franklin again spoke in an increasingly cold tone.

"Cuff them both back there" he said, turning to face his men. He pointed towards Zaviera and Andrew who were fainting like a sleeping person, before his index finger moved to the back of Zavier.

In a quick moment, Zavier could see Franklin grinning at a glance, then the man suddenly left and slammed the door of the room hard, saying, but too hard to make a shabby house located in the middle of this forest a little rumbling.

What if this wooden house collapses?

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Shella tried to neutralize her fast-paced heartbeat, considering she had run quite far from the house. His breathing was breathless, sweat on his temples and neck started flowing and soaking his body. Both of his shoulders were seen going up and down with his back leaning against one of the trees nearby.

Those blue eyes closed for a moment. Meanwhile, the strands of her hair seemed to sway slightly and dance, following the mischievous movements of the wind. The sounds of birds were heard chirping around him. And most importantly of all, Shella had no idea where she was.

What he remembered from a few minutes ago was just his legs running straight through these trees, leaving Andrew alone who he did not even know how the man was doing right now.

And anyway, Shella's really confused right now. From then on the girl had run a few kilometers until some of her energy was now drained, but the view she got was only the large and tall trees around her. Even Shella didn't find a way or anyone else around here.

Yes, as far as the eye could see, only these damn trees were captured by him.

Is he in the woods?

His two blue eyes then opened wide as his ears caught the rustling sound behind the bushes in front of him. He spontaneously put on a standby facial expression and clenched his hands together, as if the voice had attacked him, he would have punched him immediately.

Crackle.

The voice rang out again, making Shella rewind her steps one step. He glanced over here and there, before he immediately discovered that there was a small twig lying on the ground just like that.

His hand tried to move to grab the object, while his eyes were still staring straight ahead, until suddenly, the voice sounded again.

Crackle.

Succeeds. That thing was successfully held by him. Shella then grasped the twig using both hands, before her legs moved back towards the back.

But, suddenly the sound disappeared for a few minutes, making Shella think that whatever it was, she would have left him. The look on his face disappeared instantly.

However, as yet, Shella heaved a sigh of relief, a gun was suddenly pointed at her behind the bushes.

The object was then seen moving closer towards her and made Shella grip tightly the twigs she held until...

Bugh.

The gun was thrown away from him. Shella's eyes widened slightly when she realized that she had just done this.

Both hands are increasingly holding tightly to the twigs with her brian eyes staring sharply at the weeds, the wild grass, it was as if he had just gained supernatural powers until his eyes could pierce through whatever was there.

If it was a person, then he would pound his head with this twig. But, if it was an animal, then Shella directly climbed a nearby tree in the vicinity.

And, no.no. It was definitely a person if he remembered the gun pointed at him earlier.

All the plans were immediately spoiled when Shella saw there was a burly hand sticking out behind the bushes.

And without making Shella confused any longer, the hand quickly grabbed the twig she was holding, before throwing the object out of Shella's reach.

The girl was shocked half dead. Shella's heart that had been almost beating normally returned to pumping quickly.

The rustling sound was heard again, making Shella who had just been silent as a fool immediately rewind her steps towards the back and was getting ready to run again.

But, just as he was running one step, a burly hand from behind stretched out to pull his arm until Shella almost fell to the floor. He screeched loudly and shut his eyes, waiting for the moment in which he would be killed magnificently beside these bushes.

Shella could then feel her body being forcibly flipped, before the sound of a sigh of relief from someone could be heard. The girl just closed her eyes tighter and tighter.

He was very sure if he would die a while later, because Shella could feel it.

"Not dead yet" murmured the man.