My Dangerous Boy's

Part 88 - I Send Him a Message

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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.

"You sure you don't know?" ask William again.

"Yes, Dad. And, does that have anything to do with me? I don't care" said Shella who did not care at all.

William scratched his head. Unknowingly, he cleared his throat for a moment, before he immediately got off the sofa and stepped away from the living room without saying anything more.

Seeing that, Shella just frowned strangely. He was a little surprised to see all the behavior of his daddy earlier. Is there a problem?

A little while later, the girl finally decided to shrug her shoulders indifferently, then moved away from her couch as well. He walked up and down the stairs to get into his bedroom.

***

After arriving in his bedroom, William just closed the door of his room and immediately locked it, preventing Shella from coming here.

Shit!?

The middle-aged man then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone, then quickly typed in a short message he was about to send to someone.

Clayton, is your son still working as a mobster now?

Just as William was about to return to his cell phone, it turned out that the person on the opposite side of his phone had replied first.

Yes, he still refused to stop his work. Though I have offered my company to him, but he still remains as before. Always stubborn and disputing. Butwhy? You don't usually ask that.

Reading the message made William cancel his intention to save the object back. He slightly frowned, making a few faint wrinkles look around his face. William shook his head slowly, before his finger moved writing something inside his phone.

No, it's just, I want to ask you something.

Yea? Any problem?

Unknowingly, William bit his lower lip while reading a reply from Clayton. He breathed slowly.

Does Zavier like my son?

After sending the message, he then walked to the mattress and sat his butt on the soft object. The man kept staring at his phone and waited for Clayton's reply impatiently. The checklist marks on his message are also visible, which means Clayton has read the message.

Okay, he does know there is a love bond growing between them, but maybe he should check it out again.

However, some time had passed and the person opposite his phone still had not typed in a reply. It made William more impatient until the man moved leaning his body to the head of the bed. The two blue eyes that were exactly the same as Shella's continued to stare towards the glowing object that was in front of her.

Doesn't Clayton want to return the message?

William took his breath. He was still trying to wait patiently, but it seemed that this was not welcomed by Clayton. The man still did not get any reply.

One of his hands moved to massage his temple, before suddenly, the very thing he was waiting for was finally answered.

I suppose. Umm... You don't like your son-in-law, do you?

Clayton just sneaked his smile silently.

Send.

Shortly thereafter, William was immediately rewarded.

Probably also. Hmm. But, I'll just let it go. That's none of my business either.

You Clayton suck! put William in the heart after he finished reading the message.

How could the man just be calm? Shit, he will curse this old man later.

You idiot!😐

And send.

William smiled in relief, then closed the screen of his phone without feeling the slightest guilt. His ears could still hear the clinking sound of his phone, signaling that there were some messages that had just come in, and it was definitely coming from Clayton.

Let his business friend curse at will, for William will not care for him.

***

Shella squeezed her dress, then bit her finger nervously. Then, he threw his body on the bed, before returning from the really soft object. The girl glanced at her phone.

And so on came the activities of Shella. He continued to do so many times until his body began to feel tired.

Ash's! Motherfuckers!

Those blue eyes shot a sharp glare at his phone, before he sighed again and threw his body on the bed. She frowned in annoyance, before in the next second, Shella ruffled her hair in frustration.

It's all because of this, Zavier!

If only from the beginning he did not follow Zavier's invitation, for sure he would not have experienced such a thing.

Two consecutive shots inside an apartment and nearly risking his life... Just right!?

But, out of all those thoughts, Shella was worried about Zavier to this day. Even his fingers were already feeling very itchy to immediately send a message to the man.

Argha! Why did his heart feel so unbearable to leave Zavier alone in there?

Shella shook her head slowly. No, he's gone crazy because of that guy.

He then moved quickly and opened his phone screen, before the girl typed something in it.

Do you need me to treat your wounds again later?

However, the fingers that want to press the sign stop a few inches above the screen. Unknowingly, he bit his lower lip nervously.

In the next second, Shella shook her head and was about to press the sign again, but also stopped again midway through the journey.

Ah, nevermind!

Shella closed her eyes, before her fingers pressed the telltale. However, before long, he even widened his eyes and spontaneously stuttered in place.

No! He sent that message.