My Dangerous Boy's

Part 81 - Is He?

Aron's.

The man's name again flashed across Zavier's head, making him frown faintly. The man tapped his finger on his desk while stroking the bandage taped to his forehead. Zavier grimaced softly.

He knew that Aron was jealous of him when he was near Shella. He is also aware that the man threatened to shoot him on the phone, but why did Aron actually carry out his threat?

It would have been very dangerous if the bullet had hit Shella.

I really swore to kill you, Aron.

Zavier stroked the white bandage on his face, before he suddenly smiled like a madman behind his desk.

In his opinion, this was truly a very romantic thing for him.

Some time ago, Shella had just taken care of her wound even though this small wound did not hurt too much and only spat out a little blood. Well, this wound was a very common thing for him.

But, he still remembered the twinkle of concern that belonged to Shella who was staring at him earlier. It was as if it was pulling itself to fall deeper into Shella's charm.

Ugh.. I hope this doesn't throw itself into the bad.

Zavier himself must admit that he has indeed fallen into the charm of Shella. He has liked it.

But, he really hopes that the girl will like him too and do not let his love just clap one hand. Because that one-handed love will be very painful and painful, according to Zavier's version.

No, he had to bring Shella into his arms and make her fall into his charms.

Oh...

Suddenly, the sound of the phone ringing from Zavier's phone is heard, making the owner immediately disperse his beautiful daydream about the beautiful neck of Shella. He blinked for a moment, taking away all his imagination of the woman.

Holly, great!?

Zavier glanced at his phone, then the man spontaneously squinted his eyes when he saw the name listed there.

Aron's. That jerk who just shot him twice.

Zavier put on a slanted smile, before he picked up the phone. After all, there was no harm if he wanted to talk to the shooter for a while.

"What's up? You wanna shoot me again?" ask Zavier cold, erratic, super cold.

Then, shortly afterwards, a loud screeching voice was heard across the phone. Zavier frowned. It sounded like the shrieking sound of a person in pain. After that, he could hear a loud thump.

Is there anything bad that happens to ******* this one damn thing?

Gosh... What's wrong with this crazy guy? Zavier's ears can still hear, stupid! You don't have to scream like a demon possessed person.

Shit, his eardrum felt like it was going to break right then and there.

"What's? You swear me?" asked Zavier, before glaring unhappily for a moment.

"Because of you, Shella has to go through something like that. You're looking for dead, huh!"

"What do you mean? Aren't you the one who threatened to shoot me if you were close to Shella? You almost killed Shella, you idiot!" zavier's cry was hard, trying to stop his chest which suddenly roared violently when he heard the words of Aron.

Is this guy pretending? Well, he is a bad actor.

"You think I shot you?"

"Who else if not you? You were the only one who threatened to shoot me back then. Still pretending?" hiss Zavier, before tightly gripping his phone with a slight growl.

Just go to hell, Aron!

Then there came the sound of a very tormented ruckus from across it, before Aron's voice came back to him.

"So? Why did you keep answering my phone when you realized that I was the shooter back then?" ask the voice coldly.

"Because I want to hear your bastard voice first, before I can't hear it anymore."

A sinister laughing voice rang out, then Aron said again. "Why were you so sure that I was the shooter at the time? Do you have any evidence?"

"The threat posed by you at that time is proof" said Zavier.

Then, it sounded like the voice of someone groaning in annoyance there, before suddenly the phone was immediately closed unilaterally from across there. Zavier cursed inwardly.

But shortly after, a short message came into his phone. He opened it and read each letter quickly. His glances seemed to move left and right impatiently in reading each of the alphabets.

I'm not the culprit! At that time, when I finished calling you, suddenly there was a black masked man who drugged me from behind to amaze me and panic for a moment.

A few messages came back in, making Zavier squint his eyes.

He did anesthetize me with a cloth, but I deliberately didn't smell the slightest bit of medicine coming out. I just pretended to faint and they were immediately taken over. I could faintly feel two people lifting my body and being put in a car.

Then, for the next story and if you want to find out, you should meet me at the apartment yesterday. At 10 this morning. And, I remind you not to be late, or you'll be sorry.