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Chubby Cheeks 28

I could feel his intense gaze on my eyes and I was pressing my stance to make this happen. Because I knew I was playing with secret devices in me, I didn't know if he was searching for anything or trying to irritate me; either way, I silently prayed for him to not know about the devices. In fact, I was sitting with a camera which was a size of the button placed on my red checkered shirt and a recorder which was the size of a pen in my jeans. A gps was placed on to my phone and bracelet. To be honest, I was thinking this was really a big drama. But, this man was capable of a massacre or worse if possible and I didn't want to take any risk, as in the words of inspector Jenkins; so, I didn't argue.

Den changed over time to someone we never knew about. His thoughts and plans were so ruthless that I knew he was playing with me, but somewhere inside of me, the girly shade of my heart believed him and I didn't know why. Somewhere on the other side of my heart, I wanted to bring this man down for so many things. I am not sure what all things, but two things were clear, I wanted him down for pinning Alex to the music case, and for killing Charles.

His gaze never faltered and I knew he was calculating. But, my plan was having more potential than his mind game. Inspector Jenkins was a doll to surround this place with five top secret agents to look after me and kept Alex and Fabio out of this saying it might get dangerous.

Patience was thinning on me and I wanted to yell to his face, but I know better; I shouldn't provoke a fighter bull to my red cape. So, I rubbed my chin and pinched my nose and finally found the audacity to break the silence.

"Why are you not talking? We have been sitting here for fifteen minutes straight; I am hungry."

"You think you can deceive me?"

"Yea, like hell I think I can. What are you talking about?"

"I am talking sense here."

"Look Den, I am not to be trifled with. I mean business when I say I want to teach that b*** a lesson. I want to know if you will help me or not. Alex is your headache, not mine so I can plan myself for her or do something to get my revenge done."

"Ok, what's the plan?"

"Atta boy..."

"Get to the point."

"Oh...business... well, like I said earlier. I will somehow try to get Alex's second hand bike and Stacey's stand side by side where the bikes are halted and you should damage Stacey's bike. Hence, Alex will convince Stacey to take his other bike. As I don't know anything about bikes; I want you to bring some miscalculations on to the other bike to make it look completely accidental. You should be careful there; I don't want you to kill her. So, when the accident takes place... everyone will be over there with Stacey and then you can play around Alex's bike as well which will make it look like his one is also a complete accident."

He looked at me for a while; I wondered if he will compliment me for my idea or not. As it is, he cupped his hands, with his point fingers of both hands supporting his nose and looked at me intensely. He leaned back on his seat leisurely with his legs casually straightened. After a while, I scratched the back of my neck and fidgeted in my seat. I nibbled my finger nails and rubbed my nose. But, it never moved Den and finally, I mustered courage to sit straight, lean in and snap my fingers at him. It must have been fifteen minutes after I said my idea, but his face was plastered onto an emotionless statue, that I had to break him apart.

"Are you ok? Say something."

"You must be really mad or something right?"

"Why?"

"Do you think your plan will actually work?"

"Why not"

"You are insane."