Taste Of The Wild - The Four Seasons (ON HOLD)

Chapter 31: The Reason

Winter Blackburn

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After breakfast, Travil was on the verge to chain me again with him when Renil asked to talk to him. Paris left to take care of her restaurant in town but Autumn and Cavis both went up to his room in a hurry. Probably up to fuck.

Jason is here with me by the garden, touring me around.

"Mind telling me what happened to the bastard who locked me in the restroom?" I asked him, looking down at the flowers growing from the ground.

"He got arrested. He was meant to get away but Travil's rank is too high for him to challenge. He'll get out of jail but Travil won't let him, not after pointing a gun at him."

I hummed my response, running my hand over the large tree in the middle of the garden.

"Fuck it." I frowned at Jason's sudden cussing.

A gasp left my mouth when his hand gripped my arm to make me face him before placing his lips on mine.

Stating that I'm shocked would be an understatement. I tried to push him away but he wouldn't move and it only made his grip on me tighter. I can tell that I haven't fully recovered yet, otherwise I would have killed the guy.

When I managed to make him pull away, I leaned against the tree for support.

"Leave me alone, Jason." I managed to muster when he made a move towards me again.

"I like you, Winter. And it's taking me all I have to stop myself from touching you right now." He states, pushing me against his weight on the tree.

"Fucking let me go, Jason! Or else I'll--" I stopped struggling when a I watched a fist landing on his cheek.

He got hurled on the ground, groaning.

"She said no, you son of a bitch. You better do an explanation to make me tolerate your actions after I get back." Travil's tone full of authority and power, making Jason wince as he stands looking down.

"Yes, Boss."

Travil nods, clasping my hand in his and dragged me away with him.

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Travil Swift

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"Where did you pick the girls? They seem to be nice but I never thought they could bring a city down in mere minutes." Dad stated, scanning his eyes on the bookshelves with a book in hand.

"Truth is, we don't even know. The redhead appears to be living in the same country Winter does and she is known to be fed by a silver spoon." I answered, my eyes searching for my father's.

"Dad."

"Hmm?"

"The Dev Organization is striking again." The man stood stiff the moment the words came tumbling out my mouth.

"We got under attack during our flight back and one of the men mentioned them. They know where we're hiding."

Dad sighed, placing his book back to the shelf.

"And did the man say anything else?" He asked, not looking at me.

"Winter didn't tell me anymore."

"Then we best get moving. Or else all you've been working for would be in waste."

I nod, turning for the door.

"And, Travil?"

I stopped midway in my steps with my hand on the knob but I didn't look back.