My Dangerous Boy's

Part 61 - About Aron

"Hey, Zavier. Nice to meet you," Aron said across the phone, as if they had just picked up the phone.

"Don't try to killk-"

Before Aron could finish his sentence, Zavier hung up on him, then grinned behind the rearview mirror. He held the steering wheel, then stepped on the pedal and rewinded his car at full speed to where Aron was.

And, seconds before Aron's death, the man dodged Zavier's car by jumping onto the roof of his yellow ferrari.

What the***, Zavier's inner self as Aron rolled his body from the roof of the car into his hood, then stood perfectly before him with a faint smile.

He hit the steering wheel hard, then finally turned off the engine of his car. Zavier got out of his own car, then snorted.

Honestly, Zavier felt a little stunned by Aron's attraction earlier. It was as if the man had trained himself for a long time.

"Why?" asked Zavier in a cold tone and walked towards Aron. "Did your jaw ask to be punched again?"

Aron chuckles amusedly. "No. My jaw didn't ask for that."

"What do you want?" hiss Zavier was impatient. "I don't have much time to joke with you."

"I told you that I wanted Shella back" Aron repeated, then tilted his head, looking down at Zavier.

"You've also heard that you have to step over my body before you get it."

"So, why are you asking me what I want again?"

"Because you keep bothering me."

"Zavier, Clayton's son. A famous mobster who is having problems inside his factory. Then, have a dark past that can never be forgotten."

Zavier sighed. "Tell me who you are! Don't be so long-winded."

In fact, deep in Zavier's mind, Aron sometimes doesn't look like his enemy. I don't know why...

"I'm Aron. Right foot from Clayton, Zavier's father. A man who liked Shella, but a man named Zavier, took her from me."

Aron rolled his eyes and stared at Zavier. "Why am I lying to you" he said annoyed.

"The sea of your face says that you're lying right now."

"Ask your father if you don't believe it. And oh, yes, we should go to a restaurant or cafe to continue this problem. It's uncomfortable if we both stand in front of Shella's house."

Without asking the owner, Aron immediately got into Zavier's ferrari car. He sat in the front passenger seat, then fitted his seatbelt.

Seeing that, Zavier just peeked at his nose, before moving to get into his car as well.

***

"You've believed, haven't you?" aron asked as soon as Zavier hung up. The man was sitting sweetly in front of Zavier and had a faint smile.

Zavier glanced in annoyance at the man and put his phone on the table. Aron is seen again devouring the steak ordered by him.

He just doesn't believe everything that just happened in his life.

The man before him was someone from his father's right foot? Indeed, he was still hesitant about it, but after asking his father over the phone, Zavier began to believe even a little reluctantly.

"Zavier, how did you get to know Shella? I know you put GPS on his backpack and tote bag" Aron said, chewing on a piece of his steak.

"Why are you so chatty as my subordinate?"

Aron frowned in annoyance. "Because Shella is my boyfriend. But you took it from me. I really don't accept that."

"That's right, I never thought of taking it from you. He said that I was his girlfriend. Have you forgotten?"

Aron finally sighed. "When I never cheated on him" he muttered in a small tone, then lowered his head and looked at his steak.

"I don't know what your problem is with her, but I actually like Shella. I'll still consider you a rival if this is about the girl."

Aron smiled wryly, then poked his steak with origin. "Yes, if I were like you, I would do that too."