FACINOROUS

Chapter 4

Chapter 4
Dray

My consciousness is slowly creeping in and all of the events that happened earlier crossed my mind. The sunset. The painting. Someone interrupted. Two people. One with leather jacket. One who seems paranoid. Something caught my attention. A pair of blue eyes. A glimpse of my past. My head starts hurting. Warm hands catched me before I fall down. My consciousness left me afterwards.

I wander my eyes to the place that I was currently in. The room was dim and I'm freezing to death. The black comforter that was covering half of my body is thick but it wasn't enough to make the cold lessen. From the smells of it, a man owns this room.

I look at my side and saw a small table besides the soft mattress, neatly filed papers is on top of it. There's only a lamp that wasn't enough to light up the whole room.

Where the hell am I? Who brings me here?

My eyes move towards the swaying white curtains, where the harsh wind make it's way through the open window. It is already dark outside.

"...favor?" I turn my head towards the other side of the room and saw a man standing besides the door of the bathroom with it's back facing me, he was holding a phone to his left ear.

How long is he standing there? Why didn't I heard him earlier when I woke up? Am I that too occupied? This isn't me. I never let my guard down that easily.

I got up from the bed and approached him without making any noise.

"... confirm if he was the boy I was looking for. I'll send you his picture." The man before me is wearing a white shirt partnered with also white pants, and he had a black towel that hangs on his neck.

When I'm already behind him, I pointed the edge of my pocket knife to his beating pulse on his neck but he grabs my hand before it goes further. He turned his head like he just expected me.

His face looks familiar. He's that man from earlier at the abandoned building wearing a leather jacket and chasing after the guy with blue eyes. Sora. What is his problem with him?

I swivel my knife expertly and make his hand holding mine, bleeds. He cursed as he let go of my hand, I get his gun from his back pocket and without a blink pointed it straight to his forehead.

"It was nothing. Call me if you got the results." His eyes didn't leave mine as he talks to the person on the other line. He hangs up and tuck both of his hands inside his pocket.

He looks calm that annoys me but I kept my face blank as I keep the gun pointed at him. Silence engulfed us as I watched every moves he made, he get his towel and dries his black wet hair while staring right into my eyes.

"You're annoyed." How can he read me? I practiced on not showing any expressions for years and didn't let anyone know my true feelings but how in the bloody hell did he knows what I feel right now? Who the hell is he?

"You're the only one person that I can't read that easily at all." His hair is messy as he was done drying it. "Did you know anything about that boy with blue eyes?"

Bullshit. I pulled the trigger but unfortunately, he avoided it. He looks astounded because he knows nothing about me having an extra bullet hiding inside the pocket of my bra.

I was aware that he doesn't have bullet left on his gun. I ain't that stupid.

"So, that triggers you huh?" I keep shooting at him and he also keep avoiding it.

"What am I doing here?" I finally speak.

"You fainted. I saved you from falling, you should be glad."

"I didn't asked for your help."

"But you need it though--" he stop mid-way when the window behind him suddenly crash into thousands pieces, a silhouette of a man appears standing at the window.

He knocked off the guy before me and jumps. He lands on his feet as he bends down to check the pulse of the unconscious man on the floor.

As I saw his blonde curly hair, I already know who he is without seeing his face yet. "Do I look like a hero?" He jokes as he takes a step towards me.

"No, you looks like a villain." He laughed. I walked past him and jump my way outside through the window without a haste.

"I was looking for you at the rooftop but I never saw you there." he open his car door for me and I sat on the passengers sit.

I found my unfinished painting that I was working earlier, at the back sit. "Did something happened? How did you end up at the detective's house?"

Detective? I look from the painting to him. Seconds later, his eyes goes wide. "Don't tell me, you didn't know that he's a detective?" I look away from him and crossed my legs in front of me as he started the engine.

"Adri, he's not just an ordinary detective. He is Xanthe Dankworth, a famous one."

"My sister  is a big fan of yours."

That's why he looks familiar, we met at Aliyah's party. He's the famous detective that my uncle is talking about.

I just shrugged my shoulders. "I really don't give a fuck." I heard him let out a big sigh.

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"Dray, what are we doing here?" I kept my face blank but I was furious on the inside as I saw the mansion before us.

"Your uncle invited me to dinner, he even begs me to bring you too. I won't go there alone, no one will stop me from murdering your aunt if I see her freaking face." He put his arm around my shoulder. "Just this time."

He grab my hand and drag me inside. When the guards saw us, they immediately open the two big doors for us. Violet and Aliyah appear before us, they are both entertaining the other visitors.

What do we have here?

Violet stop on her tracks when she sees us. "Dray, you're finally here!" She walks her way towards us that makes Dray grip my hands tightly.

"Relax." I mumbled as I put both of my hands on his just to calm him down.

"Adri, I am glad that you show up." I heard Aliyah's voice behind us but I just ignored it as I continue walking with my chin up high.

"You bitch." She hissed as I saw in my peripheral vision that she's going to grab my hair.

"Your hair looks lovely tonight." Dray commented as he pat my head that makes her stop. She rolls her eyes before she walks away, stumping her feet like a damn kid.

I heard Dray snickered but I just glared at him. " I'm not a cat." He knows that I hate someone patting my head.

"I won't let her touch your hair." He just shrugged

Violet stop right in front of us, she even lift her fake eyebrows at me. She acts on speaking but my uncle beats her to it.

He greeted us with open arms. "My gorgeous niece." He kissed both of my cheeks before turning to Dray. "Let's have a drink, kid." He pats Dray on his shoulder before they sit on a bar tools.

Dray's adoptive father is the the most trusted detective that my uncle have. But when Brandon died, he starts treating Dray as his own son.

ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW OF ADRI!!WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS CHAPTER? NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE XANTHE'S POV. THANKYOU FOR READING!