Chapter 20 - The Cabin in the Woods

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Bill finally emerged from the bathroom, covered in his white robe.

"Put some clothes on," Bushido ordered. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a phone on hand.

Bill couldn't move. He wanted to ask what was wrong but he already knew why Bushido was acting that way.

"Fucking move!"

Bill flinched then he went towards his walk-in closet to put some clothes on. When he was done, he went back into the room but Bushido wasn't there anymore.

His heart raced. It was an opportunity to escape. But why will he do that? Bushido wouldn't hurt him. No. Bushido would never hurt him again.

Bill tried to stay calm as he went to the nightstand, where he placed his phone. Something in his mind told him to contact someone before it's too late. He fumbled to dial James' number. His hand shook as he placed the ringing phone on his ear and waited for James to answer.

"Please answer..." he said with a quivering voice.

"Who's that?" A cunning husky voice made him jerk in surprise. His mouth dried up the moment he turned around and saw Bushido, glaring at his direction. Bushido didn't wait for Bill to answer as he walked closer to him and snatched the phone from Bill's shaking hand.

Bill jolted the moment he heard his phone crash on the wall. It was now broken into pieces, bits and parts scattered all around the floor.

"No one's gonna stop me now, Bill. No more fucking lies." Bushido took Bill's arm with a tight grip as he dragged him out their room down the stairs and out the house.

"You're hurting me, Anis," Bill pathetically whispered, enough for Bushido to hear.

"Then fucking move faster!" Bushido demanded. He opened the door of his car and pushed Bill inside the passenger seat.

~*~

"Tom, don't act hurt," Gustav deadpanned after he said what the truth was about between Tom and Andrej.

"Why can't I?" Tom incredulously asked.

"'Coz we both know that you're not serious with Andrej," Gustav retorted.

"Well...I-I-"

"See? We're all playing a game here," Gustav stated. "James is on his way. Do you still wanna come with us?" Gustav asked before getting his keys inside his drawer.

"How about Andrej?" Tom asked before getting up from the office chair of Gustav.

"He just got into a private jet plane," Gustav said as they both went out the executive floor. "Andrej really likes you... He just gives more importance towards Bill."

"But why? Why do you care so much of him?"

"Because he cares for us too, Tom... He cares too much of us too... We're not just his workers, we're his friends."

~*~

Even though Georg didn't feel well, he went out the moment Tom left him in the house. He was clutching the necklace inside the pocket of his jacket as he went to the bar where he works. He was deep in thought to whether tell Tom about it or not. He wasn't in the position to tell Tom about Bill. But who would tell if Bill wouldn't? Does Tom really deserve to know? Or it will just make things more complicated? His mind was in chaos. Georg's mind was in chaos. Other than Bill, he's the only person who knows.

~*~

"Where are we?" Bill meekly asked when the car finally stopped near a cabin-like house in an isolated lot.

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