Murder At 12

Typical Bad Boy

The face behind the mask shocked both of us. We exchange equally shocked looks. It is Roger's secretary. I speak composed, "We have to inform Chief!" He nods in agreement ," It's not safe for you to live alone. Call the girls you called to stop. You might not want to risk their lives."

'How does he know?' A small question pipes in my mind. He..Is he the murderer? I have to clear this doubt. I ask him with the Glock gripped tight behind my back. "How do you know?" He raises his eyebrows still looking at the number plates. My doubt gets more solidified. I ask again unlocking the safety of the gun ," How do you know I called them?"

He looks guiltily at me. I was ready to shoot him. I wanted to live. He pushed back his bangs and looked straight into my eyes. I was scared. Yes I was. I wanted to Live.," I...I suspected you were the killer....You hid the paper..The only one and possible proof. You hid it from us. We came to know later but never spoke. It was your restaurant where they kept meeting and you being unaware of that and staff not speaking anything or framing stories was an understandment. Today the chief showed me proof it was you and I was instructed to finish you off but I couldn't. You seemed like a genuine hard working girl and I couldn't. Now I am clear it wasn't you. Somebody is trying to kill us. So now will you please drop the gun?"

I turn and see the rear view mirror showing reflection of my gun. After his confession I relax up a bit ,"That's why I don't like partners." I text both my best friend and secretary not to come. Suddenly there's a loud gurgling noise. I realize it's not William but me who is hungry. I blush hearing my stomach make such a noise. He chuckles then gives me a small packet ,"Chowmein. Have it. I bought it for Dinner from a local stall since all 5 star restaurants are closed right now." I now he's correct. Timidly taking the packet I give him the house keys. He opens the door. I shower and come back.

I offer him some comfort ,"We both will sleep here in the drawing room. It has a connected kitchen and bathroom. And it is away from the main door and windows so it will be safe too. Go lock all the latches of the main door and be back. I have an extra large T-shirt and Shorts. You can wear them after shower. Fresh towel in the bathroom." He nods and does as told. I sit back on the counter resting my elbows on the mahogany wood covering my face with my hands. Taking a deep breath I took out two plates and forks. Dividing the Chowmein equally. Both of us were very hungry. I was busy parting it when William spoke up ," I found these oversized trousers so I wore them."

I turned and he stood in front of me tall and broad. He was shirtless with just the towel resting on his shoulders. He had a strong fit collarbone and a short trimmed beard on his jaw to suit it. My eyes skimmed down to his abs though the bulging Biceps. My eyes cast down at the end of the V disappearing into a lower. It was one cloth I don't know how I had it. I had kept his shirts and T-shirts but trousers I never knew. I wasn't bothered by William's abs. Or Biceps when he lifted his hand to set his hair. He was comfortable in the lower. But it wasn't his. I breathed low. I didn't want to overreact else he'd ask me. I didn't even know about that just chill/ Let him!

I smiled and made up a story ,"Yeah I have an over sized friend. She once left it. You can wear it."

He sat back relaxed near the counter and ate his share without much defying and denying. I ate mine and both of us slept later. Next morning he told me he was going and wore his shirt back. We both walked out together. I made a special request,

"Do not tell Chief about this home." He smiled. We switched on our phones later near the traffic light. I told him clear ,"I have to meet someone regarding this." I gave him pictures of the car and both name plates. He nodded and dropped me near the Traffic light.

I walked into the back alley.

I felt someone following me. I checked the gun but it was empty. I had used up the bullets I never realized. But there must be one bullet left. Did I shoot too much? I started walking faster and my stalker too.

'Somebody took out the bullets...Damn! But who..this is my personal gun. '

I walked faster. Suddenly I was grabbed and pushed into a back alley by two guys. I recognized their faces in a jiffy. They were goons of Block 17. I had to run. But How...I felt my bag being ripped away from me by the other while one pinned me. Something Horrible was going to happen if I did not do something!

I Kneed the first guy in between the legs. Then punching his face and pushing my elbow into his back. I ran after the gun for my bag. But he was knocked out by some other guy.

He ran to me in aggression and attacked the guy behind me who had overcome the pain. I looked at his face as if I knew him. I had seen him somewhere but where. After a good fight. There were two more hiding out who took off their puffs and lunged at him. He kept me safe. I looked at his firm bicep as he punched one out.

'Oww. Lights Out!'

He sat back on a carton with his nose and mouth bleeding. He took out an electronic cigarette and started smoking. I realized it was the same guy I had saved last night. All fit now.

How so soon? It wasn't medically possible. He was Dead. Literal Dead. I ran to him and locked our hands in handcuffs together. I announced ,"This is so you don't run away again"

And He smirked.

DAMN I WAS TRAPPED WITH THE BAD BOY.