My Dangerous Boy's

Part 110 - Safe Them All

Zavier looked at Andrew who was behind him, then slightly exhaled a sigh of relief when he saw that the man had already begun to awaken from his deep sleep. The two eyes seemed to gnaw in confusion with a stifled groaning sound.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Zavier with the two slightly interlocked brows. He could see Andrew moving his hand to make the ringing sound of the chain sound a little loud. "You don't look okay."

It took a long time for Andrew to digest what had just happened to him. The man looked back grimacing with a hand that was about to hold the area of his stomach, but was held back by the damn chain that was on it. "Just got shot, but not badly. Just about my stomach."

Zavier and Aron who heard that suddenly widened their eyes in shock. They both looked at Andrew's stomach, but Zavier's eyes did not find a single speck of blood on his shirt. And so did Aron's eyes.

"You don't look bloody" said Zavier and once again, he glanced at Andrew's stomach to see what he saw.

"Yes. Are you sure you were shot?" As if to agree with the words of Zavier, Aron also replied.

Andrew nodded briefly, before a sweet smile was forced onto his face that had already looked dull and slovenly from being splashed by the blood of others. "I was wearing a bulletproof vest" he said, and managed to get Zavier to stare at him. Shit, why did he have to worry about Andrew?

"That's right," Zavier said as he looked at Andrew who seemed to be just giggling. "Your acting looks terrible. Why didn't you just die?"

Andrew shook his head in disapproval. "No, no. I still don't want to die. Because of your shell, I was shot like this. Don't you feel any pity?"

Zavier spontaneously frowned. Oh my god, how is Shella?

"Where is Shella now?" ask Zavier and stare straight at the face***** Andrew's.

"Yes, where's my shell now?" asked Aron also interjected, making Zavier immediately glanced at Aron and looked at him with an unacceptable gaze. The shell? Is Aron joking now?

"Shellaku," Zavier said with a gaze that turned sharp. "Not your Shell."

Not to lose, Aron followed suit. "What the fuck? No, she's mine. Not belonging to ******** like you."

Zavier's brown eyes drew sharply toward Aron's, making the man unwilling to budge and also hardening his jaw. Andrew looked at the two men back and forth, toward Zavier, then toward Aron, back again toward Zavier, and so on until he sighed softly.

"I don't know what kind of war is going on between you two, but I'll tell you if Shella has escaped from here" exclaimed Andrew, then make the face-to-face war stop for a moment.

"Oh, huh? Is she okay?" zavier asked, and to coincide with his question, Aron's baritone voice sounded.

"Good, then. You're sure she's okay, aren't you?" ask Aron.

A split second after, Aron again stared intently at Zavier who was reciprocated with a sharp gaze as well. Staring at each other, cursing each other harshly in the heart, and reciprocating each other's words. Seeing that only made Andrew roar again.

"Can you stop right now?" Andrew asked, who was immediately responded quickly by the two crazy men who were in front of him.

"No."

Again, Andrew sighed in disbelief. He finally decided to stare around the room without caring about the two men who were seizing a girl. Then, his gaze halted at the scene beside him, before staring pushyly at Zaviera. The woman was seen being under the influence of drugs with both hands chained up.

He breathed a sigh. What can Andrew do now?

"Actually Zavier, besides me telling Jason about this, I told Christian, too" Andrew said, glancing lazily at Zavier.

And it turned out, his words managed to attract the attention of the two people who were in front of him in an instant. One looked at him in wonder, while the other looked at him with a look of disbelief.

"Zavier's sister?" asked Aron in surprise.

Meanwhile, Zavier's face instantly turned dull instantly, so that he became to look like an unironed outfit. "Why did you tell him? He's still in New York, you idiot! You think that idiot's gonna help us?"

"Actually..." Andrew paused his speech for a moment, before drenching his throat which suddenly dried up. "He arrived in Los Angeles last night."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Zavier almost let out an annoyed scream, leaving Andrew to just stare at him with a face as innocent as a newborn baby. Idiots face!

"Nope. He seemed to be on his way to here by now."

Zavier growled in annoyance and was about to grumble violently. But, coinciding with that, the moaning sound of someone who seemed to have just woken up seized the entire sight of the person in the room. Zavier spontaneously turned his head to Andrew's side, almost making the man feel that his neck would soon be broken because it was turned back by force.

"He's up?" The tone of Zavier's voice that had been upset immediately turned choked. His brown eyes stared at Zaviera with a longing gaze that suddenly burst free within his nerves.

Aron who was beside her nodded quickly. "It seems, yes."

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Shella called Christian by patting his burly arm a few times, before staring doubtfully at the man. "You sure you're gonna climb up the roof of this house? It looks like this tile looks quite terrible," he said and called for all the results of his thoughts earlier, making Christian who was climbing towards the roof stop instantly. The man stared softly at Shella who seemed to be engulfed by excessive anxiety.

The blue eyes then turned to look at the roof of the house above, then the woman seemed a little shudder in horror herself. Not too high, but the problem is, is the tile strong to hold weight? Because it looks so shabby and awful.

"so, you said in the holding room there was a glass made between the tiles, to shine all over the room. So, I guess that's the only way to immediately save them all" Christian said with a confident look. "After all, like you said, we can't get through the front door or the back door because there are a few guards."

Long staring at Christian's brown eyes, Shella finally nodded her head in doubt. "So, we just need to break the glass, right?"

Christian moved his eyeballs with a cringe. "Of course, it is!"