My Dangerous Boy's

Part 87 - Shella Didn't Knew It!

One bullet managed to adorn the man's calf, making him instantly groan in pain.

Zavier spontaneously gulped his hard-earned saliva at the sight of the fresh blood flowing down that leg. Even the bullets that were already lodged in there, were completely disregarded by Aron.

Zavier was confident once if he would not have the chance to torture the person in front of him. Because look, there's been about five to six bullets lodged in that weak body.

Argh...

"The two people on the left and right sides were the ones who carried me into the car after drugging me, while the job of the person in the middle was to shoot you." Aron explained this all of a sudden, making Zavier just nod his head a little in horror.

"Oh, and can you tell me how you brought these 3 guys?"

Aron nodded his head proudly. "Oh, that's so easy. After they finished their work and were about to run the car, I immediately finished them off one by one. And a few minutes later, I immediately took over the black car and brought the ******** this to my apartment. Easy, right?"

"Oh, huh?" asked Zavier, suddenly making Aron look at him with a view of not accepting.

"You doubted me?" ask him in disbelief.

"of courses. And, can you explain what's going on in your living room?"

Aron folded his hands in front of his chest. "Ah, that. This damn guy sitting in the middle of here suddenly attacked me in the living room. I'm sure you yourself can imagine the fight."

Zavier seemed to think for a moment, before glancing back at Aron. "So, the whole point of all that you said earlier was, after you finished calling me back then, suddenly someone drugged you and took you in the car. However, you immediately rebelled and finished them off?" the question seemed to be thinking harder.

"Yes." Yeah."

Zavier frowned, then returned to thinking. "There's one thing I suspect."

Aron raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Why do they want to kidnap you?" ask Zavier. His face turned serious for a few seconds. He narrowed his eyes.

"What do they know about you? What is interesting about you? And for the last one, there's something fishy about you."

"So, what about your breakfast? Is that exciting? Where'd Zavier take you? Is he romantic? He's not stiff, is he? You like her already? Shella-"

The girl let out an irritated breath. He glanced at his father who looked to be highlighting him with a questionable look. Sometimes, the man seemed to cluck in awe unconsciously, before returning to throw all his questions that were able to make Shella dizzy for a moment.

He folded his legs on the sofa and snorted for a moment. The girl looked at her father in frustration.

"Dad!" shella's strangulation in the end, made William spontaneously stop his question. The man then grinned wide.

"So how? Is Zavier your man type?" william asked again, still not realizing that the look on Shella's face had turned cloudy for a moment.

"There's nothing romantic and kind of a guy, Dad. Never mind," said Shella with growing annoyance.

"none? Wh why? Where's Zavier taking you?" ask daddy again. But this time, William began to stare intently at Shella. Actually, he was a little suspicious of all the behavior of this second child.

Yes, Shella began to show her sour face when entering the house earlier. Moreover, William realized that it was not Zavier who drove him home, but a taxi car that delivered him.

"Just have a little problem, Dad," said Shella, then made her father immediately squinted his eyes.

"What problem?" asked William with an intimidating look.

Shella just sighed. "It's okay, Dad."

William scrunched his forehead. Actually, he wanted to ask a few more things, but seeing the face of his son who seemed to be being unfriendly, he finally decided to ask later. "Does Zavier have any other job besides being a lecturer?"

"Why indeed?" Shella asked back. He slightly raised both his eyebrows up.

"A little curious," replied William, then propped up his chin in wonder.

"Eitherway. I don't know" said Shella, shrugging her shoulders. It made William again frown his forehead.

Wait...don't tell me that Zavier hasn't said anything about himself as a mobster? Oh, my lord! He should talk to Clayton later.