Riot [On Hold]

Chapter 15

You can run,but you can't hide from my kind of vengeance.

Roy's POV

Placing my gun back into my pocket I stared at the corpse,laying limply on the soft white carpet that was now stained with blood.

The blood of someone who I thought was a friend; someone I thought I could trust.

Nothing is easygoing in this world-and it will never be that way.

Not with a man like Lorenzo.

Never will I serve the likes of Lorenzo again-I promised myself that.

I never will,ever again.

Not after what happened.

I stepped over the dead corpse,making my way to the balcony.

I could leave. The task in itself is easy.

Climb down and stay out of sight. Get to the nearest car park and steal a car or hail a cab and get back to the docks.

However,that wasn't an option without great risk.

My yacht would probably have been seized by now,knowing Lorenzo.

I sat on the bed,head in my hands.

I've got to think of something,and fast.

Riot's POV

I left the bedroom, curious as to why it was taking Roy so long to get back.

What if he went to get them?

What if he'll return with them and kidnap me in my sleep?

Can't risk it. It's now or never.

I grabbed my pistol, placing it in my pocket and tied my hair,putting on a hoodie before staring at my reflection in the mirror.

You can get out,you know. If anything,this is your chance.

I stepped into the bathroom with the lights closed,and used a torch to scope the walls for any cameras.

Nothing.

I sighed in relief,grabbing the clothes from my bag and wearing them underneath my hoodie and jeans. I adjusted the clothing to perfect my appearance towards the same way I looked when I entered.

Couldn't take the risk.

I'd need a change of clothes so that I would be less recognisable once I left.

Holding the same bag,I left the bathroom, approaching the front door of the the penthouse. I turned the handle but the door wouldn't budge.

Of course he locked it. There should be an emergency exit of some sorts on the premises. This can't be the only way out.

The skylight in the bedroom.

I walked up the stairs and into the room,eyeing the stars beyond the large window.

You're gonna need something to break it.

I searched around the room for something.

Using my gun would be too loud,and risky.

There was nothing in the room either. I stood on the bed and pressed at the glass,assessing it's strength.

Surprisingly,it wasn't as strong as I expected.

I eyed the tablecloth sitting firmly on the bedside table.

I reached for it,wrapping it around my hand before making a fist and punching against the side of the glass.