Novels by Heis DaVinvci

Alan gasped and almost jumped in the bed but for the IV needle in his wrist. He looked around, his chest pounding as he panted. There were no bright lights or steel chairs or ropes and tapes. And neither Christine nor Miranda was around. A nightmare. He held his chest. He could feel his heart throbbing, pumping blood as it to gush it out through his chest. "What a terrible nightmare," he mused. Just then he heard approaching footsteps which stopped at his door. Then the doorknob turned and the door opened slowly. Brandt stood there in a bespoke suit. He froze at the sight of Alan, drenched in sweat despite the cold. "Is everything okay?" he inquired concernedly, noticing the fear in his eyes. "Yes, yes," Alan replied quickly. "You sure you're fine?" Brandt asked again doubtfully. "Sure. I'm fine. Yes," Alan replied with a quick nod and forced a smile for effect. "Why'd you ask?""You looked really shook. Like you've seen a ghost or something," Brandt said and strolled in. A

"Hush!" There it was. The eerie sound which she had never heard before but was now getting familiar with since she got affiliated with Alan. "Don't make a sound," the attacker warned balefully. She wriggled her lips and then snuck a sharp bite on his hand. He swore and pulled his hand back. "Before she could yell, his hand was over her mouth again. "Shut up!" he ordered under his breath. But she refused. She continued to let out screams, muffled by his palm over her mouth. "I said shut up!" the attacker ordered again and tightened his palms over her mouth. Her eyes flew to the rearview mirror and only then did she see the woman with him in the back. Red bandana over her face, black tied on her dreadlocked hair and black leather pants and motorcycle jacket. The woman reached into her pocket slowly. Christine's eyes caught the glimmer that came as the rays from the moon kissed the metal which she pulled out. "You know what this is?" the woman asked coldly and reached forward,

Christine was fine and ready to be discharged in less than a week. On the fifth day after the abduction precisely and she went to meet Alan first. Everyday, Marion. She had also been following up on Franklin's incident, showing up at the hospital everyday since his admission. Detective Marion walked in, followed closely behind by her partner, the same corrupt police officer who had collected money to finish off the loose end. Sheila also was in the hospital five minutes before Marion and her partner rolled in in their black SUV and got into one of the elevators "How are you feeling now?" Sheila asked, coming into Alan's ward and standing by his bed. It was the first time she was coming to see him in the last five days since his brawl with the crazy ex-boyfriend. "I'm good," he groaned. "I'm doing better."Then he let out a painful groan as she touched his painful side where he had a healing rib. Her lips parted in a false smile as she pretended to be gladdened seeing him beginn

Christine yelped and shut her eyes tightly at the sound of the shot which reverberated through the room. She opened her eyes slowly, expecting to see Alan's body on the floor, blood trickling out of a gaping hole in his chest or abdomen. But Alan was standing on his feet, unhit. But he was obviously shook by the close brush with death. She looked and saw who was shot. Trevor was on the floor, clutching his injured hand. She looked up. Brandt stood at the door with a nice, complacent grin. Christine could not be happier to see anybody else. He returned his pistol info his holster and walked in. Trevor was crawling, reaching for his gun on the floor and Brandt walked up to him and kicked the gun away. Then he kicked him in the groin, forcing a groan out of his mouth. Trevor doubled over and writhed in pain. As Trevor made to stand again, Brandt rammed his pistol into his head and he blacked out. "How did you find us?" Christine asked. "Followed the tire tracks in the dirt and it

Alan did not have enough time to process the words. He felt movement behind him and stepped aside just in time before the weapon which Trevor swung at him landed. Then he took a ready stance, his fists clenched. He wanted while Trevor watched him keenly like a predator, brandishing the iron bar in his hands. "You weren't fast enough," Alan taunted him. "I will be next time," Trevor scoffed. His eyes remained fixed on Alan as he kicked the steel door shut, locked it, and threw the key carelessly into a corner of the room. He grinned at Alan. "Now we're alone," he said and smiled. "Let's see how much of a superman you are when you are in my place."Alan smirked and signalled with his hand for Trevor to advance. "Try your luck," he said. Trevor smiled again and clicked his tongue. Then he sprang. As he raised the bar to strike, Alan stepped aside and drove a punch in his side with a grunt. Trevor groaned and endured the pain from the punch. He swung the bat again and this time Alan

"Tell me everything that happened when he came by," Alan said as he started walking down the stairs and into the lot. "I was just fixing myself breakfast," Alexa began. "Then I heard a knock on the door and I wheeled myself to open the door only to find Trevor there looking all dressed in a suit and all. I asked him what he wanted and he said he had a date with Christine which of course I knew wasn't true," she paused. "Go on," Alan prodded. "When I told him Christine wasn't home, he got really pissed and started harassing me so I had no choice but to tell him the truth that she was in the ball. And that was all," Alexa said, suddenly sounding like she would cry. "Hey, hey, don't worry," Alan said. "No, it's my fault. I should have known he would go finding her when he left," Alexa wailed. "Don't blame yourself," Alan said softly. "I should have called the cops or something. If anything happened to Christine I don't think I would ever be able to forgive myself," Alexa sniffled.