My Dangerous Boy's

Part 47 - His Dirty Mind (2)

Zavier put both his hands in his pants pocket while looking at Shella's house with a look of disbelief. She was now standing pitifully in front of the gate of the house like a fool, where Shella ruthlessly rejected the good she had bargained for.

Great, he just got kicked out of that girl's house.

But, who cares?

Zavier suddenly smiled scornfully at the gate, making passersby look at him strangely. You crazy man.

The sexy girl still did not know how many keys she had duplicated yesterday. From now on, Zavier can enter the house whenever he wants. After all, Zavier's annoyance evaporated just like that considering he had been watching Shella's free state earlier.

What if he kidnaps Shella and keeps her in the room? Then, it will-

Shit, not good. Your slovenly thoughts began to drift back to Zavier. The other side of his body immediately shrieked loudly, resuscitating Zavier from his peaking fantasies.

Zavier. He glared suddenly and hit his own forehead with his right hand. How can you be this wild Zavier?

Because you liked that girl. Just admit. The other side of him shouted back, making Zavier instantly shake his head quickly.

No. gabe.

Zavier took a step back while holding back his suddenly heightened desire.

Not okay. Not okay. Not okay.

Zavier moved away from the cursed place that had made him have to endure the desire with a bit of haste. He turned on his red car and immediately sped away, splitting the road he was passing by with lightning speed.

The woman's curves look very seductive, Zavier. The other side of him again teased him as he was trying to focus on driving the car.

"Damn," grumbled Zavier. He clasped his steering wheel tightly while trying to keep looking ahead of the road.

Ting.

Ah, you like that girl. How would it be, if the person you love was taken by me all of a sudden? Hmm. soft target.

He read it word for word with a gaze still focused on the front street. However, suddenly his hand clasped tightly onto his phone while gritting his teeth after he finished reading it. Zavier stiffened his jaw and stared intently at the message.

The unknown number sent a picture back to him. So inevitably, he opened the picture with a little suspicion.

In the next second, Zavier instantly widened his eyes. The picture is a picture of his car plate photographed from behind, which means the person has been behind him.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and there, there were two cars with black sandals that were striking and immediately captured by his eyes.

Damn. It turned out that he had been followed by someone ever since he left the mansion. How did that man know about himself?

Shocked, huh?

That last message made Zavier instantly angry. He slammed his phone into the rear passenger seat and started gasping his car. He glanced back, looking at the two cars that continued to follow him also with a speed that was almost equivalent to him.

Zavier slammed the steering wheel to the left, entering a narrow alley filled with trash. The speed of the car he added, making the two cars that were still behind him also plugged in gas.

Dor.

Dor.

The sound of bullets being fired made Zavier gasp in shock for a moment behind the wheel. Then, he quickly regained his senses with that voice and suddenly squeezed the steering wheel in annoyance.

What the***, his red Lamborghini was shot in the back. The car he loved the most.

Well, this guy has really pissed him off.

7 May 2020