The Bad Boy Calls Me Enemy [COMPLETED]

Finally

April.

"Austin!" I was about to lunge at him when two arms curled around me from behind.

"Uh Ap, he is injured." Jayson sighed pulling me back.

"Sorry, thanks." After giving Jayson a really awkward smile I turned to my brother.

His eyes were barely open, and his face appeared ghastly. I tried not to show it on my face. That my heart was wrenching in pain looking at him. Still a part of me was relieved as he was not coughing up blood anymore and because he was alive.

But for some reason I couldn't say anything to him. The words were stuck in my throat and everytime I tried opening mouth to say something tears would pool around my eyes and cloud my mind.

"Hey son." Dad gently touched his cheek. He was meeting his son after several years, and he just had to be in such a state.

"Dad.." Austin whispered.

How could he do this to him? I bitterly thought to myself. He was his own nephew. He had seen him as a baby. He was his big brother's son!

"Dad we have to do something. I want to do some damage. We have people who support us. I say let's get them together and launch an all out attack on him!" I blurted out as anger took over my mind. He had been hurting us for years. Hurting us for no reason.

"No dear. Don't be so impatient." Dad cautiously glanced at me. "George is a calculative cunning man. If he sees through us, it is over. Most likely is that he will. He's been gifted with a talent of reading people. He can notice even the slightest change in a person's behaviour. We won't be able to hide our plan even if we somehow succeed we won't be able to win that fight. No matter how many people might support us from inside he still has control over the safety of their families."

I slumped down in a chair kept in the room for visitors. "We have to do something."

"We will, sweetheart." Dad assured me and he turned his attention to Austin.

But what can we do? Helplessness consumed me as I thought about Christian. Was I ready to help uncle in capturing Christian? The answer was an obvious no. How would I go to deceive Uncle if he was the hardest person to deceive on this planet? What if I messed up and lost Christian and my family altogether?

As I was getting bullied by my own thoughts, I felt my phone vibrating in the pocket of my jeans. I pulled it without looking at the caller name and picked it up assuming that the caller was probably Leah.

"Hazel?"

His voice broke through before I could speak.

Christian had called. Everything stopped around me including my breath. For a long second my brain was too stunned to come up with words to reply him.

"Chris?" I mumbled. Was I dreaming?

For more than a week, I had been debating whether or not I should just visit the hospital he was in. His men didn't respond to any of my texts or calls. I was completely in the dark about his situation. All I knew that he was almost beaten to death by Christopher. The thought of his death didn't let me sleep. I denied believing that he might actually be dead. Then why were his men not responding?

Today finally, my mind relaxed hearing his voice. He was there. He was not gone. Suddenly my mood lifted. My mind raced through a thousand words to say to him but as I opened my mouth instead of words an ugly sob left my lips. I began crying hysterically.

"Hazel? Please don't cry. I'm so-" his voice broke.

"I-I am-" his voice sounded painful but still he continued. "I-I am really sorry. I don't -"

"Stop it. Leave it to me. I'll explain her sir." A deep voice interrupted, and a sound of a grunt heard. "What! No-"

"Hello Miss Grey." It was the deep polite voice.

"Hello." I whispered sneaking a peek behind me. Dad was still busy talking with Austin. I moved towards the window for some privacy.

"I'm Ryan. You might already know me. Firstly let me apologize on the behalf of everyone of my team. We knew that you had been calling regularly since that incident and still you didn't receive any response."

He was formal even with me.

"I'll be lying if I said I wasn't angry. But I do believe that you must have had your reasons." I always wondered how his men actually viewed me. When they didn't return my calls or texts, I'd thought that they all hated me and wanted me to stay away from Christian.

"Thank you very much for understanding Miss Grey." Ryan slightly paused. "Now, about what happened to our boss,"

After that it took him about ten minutes to inform me roughly about the incidents that took place on that day and how things went downhill. It all happened after our call. My chest ached as I listened to the mild version of a bloodbath. Unfortunately, I was away from the chair and as I heard about how Christian got hurt my legs gave out and I slumped down in my place hardly able to manage to control the tears brimming at the corners of my eyes.

"And then-"

The call ended abruptly and the phone slipped from my hand landing on the hard floor.

"April?" Dad came to me, concerned.

"It's alright. I was just - I was-"

Huh? Why was my chest aching so much? It's weird. The pain is on another level than usual. What is this?

"Dad-" I tried to look at him. At anything. Everything was blurred.

What's going on? Another panic attack?

"April! Look at me! April! April, don't fall asleep!" Dad vigorously shook my shoulders.

The words didn't reach my ears anymore. This didn't feel right. The pain in my chest increased and after enduring it for a few seconds I lost consciousness.

Christian...

Chris.

Will he be there when I'll wake up?

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