Mr.Trillionaire and Miss Runaway Convict

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Saira SwitzJefferson:

We head back for the ballroom in silence.
My head is still wrapped around everything Ethan told me and it's hard to soak everything in but yet,I try.

I can sense Ethan stealing glances at me from time to time but I am too caught up in thinking of how far some people would go to accomplish their vicious goals.

This needs to be put to an end.

God knows how many more murders Lavinco Ruth has done just because those poor men and women did not obey his ghastly commands.

Just as I am about to open my mouth for a new plan,the lights on the corridor go off.
Within a second,everything turns to pitch black.
I crouch down and whip out the knife hiding comfortably in my left boot and hold the hilt tightly.

Ethan beside me stays completely still,as I can't seem to hear or sense him moving,he's probably trying to make head or tail out of this sudden bizarre situation.

Leaning back to the wall,I flip the knife lazily,
'You wouldn't happen to have a torch,would you?'

No answer.

I raise my eyebrows,
'Now's really not the time to play hide and seek,you know.'

It is completely black,darker than the night.
Why would the power suddenly go out in the middle of the annual ball is beyond me.
Unless...

My voice is suddenly sharper as I call out,
'We have to get moving,Moretz.Quit playing around.'

Still no noise,no retort from the trillionaire.
He couldn't have just disappeared.

Sighing,I turn to what I am assuming is the path leading to the ballroom and start walking.
I can't keep on waiting for Ethan,the others might be in danger and the trillionaire is,I am sure,able enough to navigate his way out of the-

A hand slaps over my mouth and I act quickly,the back of my knife ramming backwards to shake this unknown figure off me when somehow,this ominous figure intervenes that too and grips my elbow tightly enough so that the knife is as useful as a baby in a battlefield.

I still hold on to the knife,my mind racing how to get this man,it seems,since his body is touching my back and I can clearly feel those hard muscles are definitely-hold up.

'Ethafgh.'I spit out but there's this hand firmly placed over my mouth.

Furious doesn't even cover it.

A deep rumble of chuckle comes out and he slowly slips his hand away from my mouth.
Only to wrap it around my waist,his arm still holding my elbow,but not as tightly.
He plants me against the wall like a cage and in a second,he is whispering urgently,which doesn't make sense since we are in a remote and isolated corridor.

Unless we are not.

'Sairs,they're here.Rudy's here.And I bet there's people watching us right now so you need to hit me right now,I will pretend to fall and you leave okay?I will get back to you in five minutes.'

I give a slight nod,Ethan being so close seems to sense my agreement and before I can hit him,his free hand grapples blindly and he takes the knife,bends down and smoothly puts it back in the boot.
He gets up and swoops in,giving me a kiss on the cheek as he mutters,
'Now,Sairs.'

I retort back quietly,'Get your ass back up there,asshole.'

Turning back to give him a hard kick on the knee,which is designed to only hurt him a little,he will be able to walk.
I run back to my mother's portrait,the entrance to the Mate Gala,the sound of my boots slapping the ground beneath me and I can swear I can hear voices behind me now.