|||Clover's P.O.V|||
Just as I was going to voice my vindictive thoughts, a loud groan interfered.
I gave Bentley a pointed look and quickly manoeuvred my hands above Cane's broken nose. '3..2..- you know what screw it' I thought as I snapped Cane's nose back into position. A loud snapping sound filled the room followed by Cane's agonizing scream. Instinctively, his hand tried to cover his nose however Bentley held them securely by his sides.
I stood up and stared at my blood covered jeans. 'Damn it, I liked these jeans' I thought as I went to the kitchen to grab some tissue for Cane.
As I walked into the kitchen, I spotted two of our guards having their break.They nodded their heads in acknowledgement as I walked towards the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.
"Break time is over. I need you both to do something very important so follow me." I stated as I grabbed a roll of tissue of the countertop. They nodded in response.
"Good." I murmured as I walked back to the living room. Cane was now sitting up on the sofa talking casually with Bentley, who was sitting besides him. I watch Bentley glimpse at the pillow besides him and then turned to wink at me.
"Think quick!" He yelled before launching the malicious pillow. Skilfully, I dodged the pillow and glared as he smiled awkwardly at me then stared his feet in discomfort.
"Hey Bentley!" I bellowed as Bentley raised his head sheepishly.
"Think fast" I howled as I threw the roll of tissue at him.
"Aaaaaggggh!" He screeched a girly scream and then sighed realising I was only the roll of tissue "Oh thank Jesus God and other holy spirits, I thought you were gon-"
He was cut off abruptly by the loud smack as the water bottle collide with his massive forehead. A loud thud erupted from the bottle as it fell on the floor. Bentley face was picturesque with his jaw on the floor and a red mark already forming. It was so picturesque that I took my phone out and took a picture.
"Damn, your girl can through!!" I hollered as a sly smirk slithered on to my face as I watch Bentley rub his forehead.. literally if the the Eiffel Tower and the lady of the liberty had a child Bentley forehead will somehow manage to bigger. Oh, and don't get me started on that hairline!
Bemused by my own thoughts I turned to the two guard, who stood awkwardly behind me. "Take Bruce to the interrogation room make sure he's chained, call me when he's awake and has calmed down. Do you understand?"
The soldiers nodded their heads in understanding before gingerly shuffling towards his sedate form. You know what? This is the most relaxed I've ever seen him, maybe I should knock him unconscious more often. I mean I'm pretty sure it doesn't do any harm... Long-term anyway.
I glanced back at Bentley ; He was still rubbing his forehead pain. He opened his mouth probably to defend his non-existent manliness but fortunately Jeffery interrupted him.
"Maybe we should go up and discuss why you've not killed him yet." Jeffrey suggested. He obviously valued Bentley's life more the shithead himself did.
Wordlessly, I nodded before turning around and clambering the first flight of stairs. Once I reached the landing I turned left.
The first floor was split into two halves. The right being where the majority of the guards resided and the left which contained multiple leisure room, offices and meeting room. The second floor had a massive gym, cinema, bowling ally, a library and even more bedrooms. The third floor was private, exclusive for only those that I allow.
We are going to my office / meeting room, where I will expose my intentions and maybe even Bentley's hairline. Well the latter is already exposed way too much for anyone liking.
"Hey, What are you laughing at?" Bentley asked. Can't he be quiet for two minuets?
"Your hairline!" I answered monotonously. He opened his mouth to retort but I cut him off. "You asked, not me!"
Yet again, he opened his mouth to retort but, this time, Cole cut him off.
"I mean you can't blame her. That gelled back ain't doing no one a favour, especially not your forehead. Infact it makes your four-head look more like a nine-head." Cole counteracted.
Once more, Bentley opened his mouth to retort but, this time, I cut him off,
"We're here." I drawled before pressing my finger against the scanner to my private office. An eyeball scanner emerged from the wall, searching for any forgery. A few moment later the metal door droned open.
My office was bigger then a considerable large living room so there was no surprise when Bentley's office migrated here. Besides being a lazy cow, the boy seems to be unable to do anything productive unless being watched.
Our work spaces are also polar opposites.
The east wall was took up by my desk, cabinets and drawers. Everything placed in a precise manner- from the pencils in the pot to the folders on the top right corner on the third cabinet. Not because I have O.C.D but if someone was to come sneaking in, I'll be able to tell. Although with all this technology and security I highly doubt they will but nevertheless it is still a possibility.
The west wall contained Bentley's desk, which was overflooded with scrunched paper, broken pencils and sweet wrappers. As well as a couple of planter pots and other decorative pieces that had to have been relocated due to Bentley's intrusion.
The north wall had a MASSIVE bulletin board that covered the entire wall. It was succumbed in plans for anything and everything.
In the middle of the room stood a big square desk that could easily sit 12 people and was decorated like most standard table besides some... alot of Bentley's mess that seemed to have shifted from his desk and the bin. Lovely!
'Is that a paper aeroplane? Great!' I thought as I ambled to a seat.
Just as a I was about to sit down, A loud scream erupted and by the sound of it, it doesn't seem very happy.
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I felt bad for not uploading in two years so I dropped everything this Friday night and wrote this. I mean considering other chapter lengths in this book it ain't that bad, but comparing it to my other book its practically half of what I write in a chapter but.... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ THATS LIFE, K? k.....
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