SHYLA GILBERT: The blonde haired girl whose basic principle in life is kindness. Coming all the way to New York, her only dream was to become a successful fashion designer one day. But her life took a different turn during her vacation to Bali. A pa...
His eyes blinked with his sense fading away slowly. Blood dripped down his sweaty face. His dry lips trembled and a curse left out his mouth.
"Speak up." I said pressuring the steel rod more inside his thighs which was already stabbed in it.
A painful scream left his mouth, and his teary eyes rolled back in pain. I smirked seeing his state.
"Kill me but I won't speak up." My smirk disappeared and I took out the rod from his thigh in an instant which made him scream so painfully that the whole room echoed with his screams.
"Keep it low bastard. I am not over with you yet." I said as I slapped his face hard enough to make his red face turn more red.
"Leave him now. You should go back now. I'll make sure he speaks up soon." Marcus's voice came from beside me.
"Handle him well Wilson." I said as I made my way towards outside.
You are so fucking dead now Roy.
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The afternoon sunlight felt warm as I sat near the pool side to relax. Shyla and Ave have been busily invested inside a crime documentary since morning. I can't handle crime documentaries really well because of all those blood and stuff. I hate seeing people being murdered even if it's just in a fictional movie. So crime documentaries are just not my thing. Shyla is the same but Ave convinced her to watch it with her and being the sweetest girl she can never deny Ave.
My eyes snapped towards the direction where I heard a familiar voice. The back of the person didn't take long enough to tell me that it was none other than Ryan Baldwin. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion when I heard him talking to someone on call.
"You can't do that now. Wait for the right time. I am sure he will speak up." His voice was damn serious. I stood up and walked towards him. I tapped his shoulder from the back and he turned around. His blue eyes shined like sunshine being reflected in the ocean. I could smell the fresh and familiar scent which he always wears.
"I'll call you later." He said as he instantly cut off the call and put the phone inside his pocket.
"Do you work with the cops or something now? Did Evan Kavinsky fired you from his company?" I said with a smirk and his serious face lighted up.
"How are you Tomato?" He asked before chuckling.
"I stay always fine." I said crossing my arms infront of my chest.
"You look always fine too." I rolled my eyes hearing his flirty lines as he smirked and winked at me.
"I didn't know you like the nickname so much Tomato." He said as I saw his eyes fixed on my hand. That's when my eyes widened to realise that I was wearing the tomato bracelet in my wrist. He grabbed my wrist and took it closer to his face.
