While the two were busy arguing the simple man in black shirt was watching her with his hawk like eyes. Bee felt a little uncomfortable under his watchful gaze; still on her knees she tried to shift here and there uncomfortably.
The two didn't stop talking until the spectacled man spoke; he just said a single word in a low tone yet it managed to calm those two restless souls.
The man said few more words and they received a firm nod by the woman; she walked up to the Bee and sat on her knees. Pulling up she started to undo Bee's shackles; from this close proximity Bee finally saw her face and she was spellbound. That woman in biker gear was a real beauty.
Bee in her life had come across many beautiful woman; the place where she worked had some of the really gorgeous woman on Earth. But she had never seen anything like this woman whose beauty was ethereal even without any makeup. Her features and looks were breathtakingly alluring, either it was her dove eyes or pouty lips... She was a rare definition of beautiful.
The woman undid Bee's hands and started at her, passing her the bottle of water she commanded, "Drink!"
Bee whose throat was already yearning for moisture ignored every other thought and accepted the water bottle without any protest. Twisting the cap open she chugged half of the content in the bottle within a blink of an eye. After she was done drinking she kept the bottle aside and silently observed the people.
It wasn't that she was afraid or anything, it was just that she had no idea what she was supposed to say. There were million questions in her head. She really wanted to ask about their identity and their purpose of bringing her here. But... Will it be polite for her to ask these questions all of a sudden.
The woman had a stone face, nothing moved in her face except for her eyes which used to blink every now and then. She opened the little box she had with her and took out a bottle of medicine. She carefully opened the bottle, pour a few drops on the cotton and started to aid the scratches and cuts on Bee's arm and forehead.
The gel was a bit too hard as it started to burn on the wounds, Bee hissed in pain. The women warned in a flat tone, "Don't move or I will make a few more cuts in tour body and pour the whole medicine on you!" Bee immediately stopped moving but her harsh tone and warning pricked jn her heart; she was a little girl and wasn't used to anyin5 talki5 to her like this.
She folded her fists and tried her best to push down her urge to cry. A dull pain surfaced in her throat as she unsuccessfully tried not to let a single tear drop off her eyes.
Bee's tender eyes filled with tears as she shivered slightly. The woman noticed this and looked up at her; maybe it was her stare that made her more terrified. Her eyes gave up as tears started to rain off them like pearls off a broken string.
Her crying intensified as her soft sobs and sniffs echoed in the room. The tall man let out a frustrated grunt before saying something angrily to the man with black spectacles. The man didn't give him any notice as he signaled the woman to continue with her work.
The woman didn't pay any attention to Bee's sobbing as she continued her aid. Within two minutes she managed to clean off Bee's wounds and put band-aids on major cuts.
The woman backed off and again the three started at the girl sitting helplessly on the floor, satiating her cries.
The woman asked, "Do you speak Spanish?"
Bee silently stared at them terrified; she was just too scared to speak out a word. The woman seemed to be loosing her patience on her as she hiked up her voice, "I asked if you speak Spanish!"
Bee trembled and like before broke into tears, she was really not enjoying what was happening with her. Too afraid to stay mum she nodded with a no replying her question. The woman then asked, "What is your name?"
Bee sniffed, controlling her hiccups she managed to speak out, "B... Be... Bee... Bee!"
"Bee?"
The girl rubbed her nose and nodded in agreement. The woman asked about her address and Bee somehow managed to say out the club where she was working. With the mention of Seductress the expression of the woman changed... Was she that kind of woman.
Who cares?- She said to herself and asked the main question, "Which gang do you belong to?"
"Huh?" Bee was puzzled! Gang? Seriously... What kind of gang? Why will be she in some gang? She muttered, "I am not in any gang!"
"Then how much did they lay you for the assassination?"
Bee felt as if her world slip off when she heard the word assassination. Why will she kill anyone, she never even hurt a fly purposely! Bee retaliated, "I didn't assassinate anyone, you have got the... W... Wrong person. Little Bee is an angel, she is good..."
The woman who had seemingly lost her patience pulled out her gun out of nowhere and triggered it; the sound of the metal cackling thundered something within Bee. She was scared, she really really was scared. The woman was no more beautiful but looked vicious and hellish to her.
The woman warned, "Don't you dare lie; admit everything and we will let you go!"
"I am not lying..." Bee cried, "I really didn't kill anyone."
The woman looked at the spectacled man and asked her again, "Then how did you find our boss last night?"
"B... Boss?" Bee asked, confused!
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To my dearest readers,Since I am in college and is living in a hostel it is getting really difficult for me to write. There is no proper electricity, no laptop or computer to write or proper internet to upload the chapter (even now I am uploading it using paid internet who's hourly rate is no less than any gold.)Since I don't want to hang the readers I am going to summarize the rest of the novel in this one chapter. If I am able to in future I will write the expanded form. Please forgive me for this, I… really am helpless right now.________________________________Previous-Ryan and Catherine go on a date and after a day of hustle he takes her to her father's office where they first met. He, to surpris
Standing on the first floor by the stairs was her small frail figure dressed in knee length denim skirt and a white off shoulder top. She completed her look with white sneakers and a French hat sitting above her beautiful wavey hairs. She chose pearl earrings and a simple necklace to compliment her beauty!She wasn't white like him but rather had an olive tone; in that outfit she looked young and chaste- like a flower yet to be seen or touched by mankind. She never dresses up like this, maybe she put efforts on her look keeping in mind that they were going on an official date. Ryan's heart skipped a few beats when she tucked her locks behind her ears and smiled at him shyly.She walked down the stairs and stood in front of him; Ryan, though never lost his cool, was getting his hands soaked in swear as she inches closer. He stood up and observed her charm, how can someone not fall in love with her- she was literally an angel in disguise. "Happy Valentine's day, gorgeous
Ryan kept mum for a while; his temper which was already in tempest hit its limit when she wasn't getting his actions and wasn't reacting in the way he wanted her to act. Afraid that he would embarrass himself more he decided t give up on it for now. "Nevermind!" He spat and turned away without even waiting for her to react."I- Ok." Catherine, who was well aware of how his mood worked, decided to let it go. He had never yelled out at her, not in the past long years was once when he talked to her with the slightest irritation in his tone but she had seen how scary he could get when he was not in the right mind.The two were about to reach school, while she was playing with the bouquet he gave her Ryan was deep in thoughts. Everything he heard from Jack, the times when he warned her admirers to stay away and random compliments he heard about her were echoing as a cacophony in his ears.When the car finally stopped he stepped out of the car absent-minded; he looked
Jack adjusted his position and turned towards his friend to explain, "Ryan, the whole school knows you like her but does she know about it?" Ryan fell silent processing his words while the latter continued, "This all flirting and asking out is happening because no matter who likes her she is still single at the end of the day!""She isn't your woman, she is your crush! None of this will stop, no amount of beating will hold people back from eyeing her because... She isn't officially dating anyone. You get that?"Ryan processed his thoughts and nodded, Jack's words made sense to him but he didn't know what he was implying. He asked, "So... What should I do?"Jack's eyes curled up as he said, "You need to make her yours officially!""Official?" Ryan raised an eyebrow, "She is still a kid, this is not the right time." Ryan turned down Jack's idea. She was only 12 and in his opinion not prepared for dating and commitments. He wanted to wait till she was 18 and
Time flew past and the two weren't kids anymore, one was seventeen while the other was twelve already. Many things changed, the way they looked and the way they were addressed in society but what didn't change was the way they treated each other.Six years later in the same school premises, a guy went crashing against the wall while his classmate stood dumbstruck, too afraid to do or say anything. The boy who was sent crashing went numb with pain as he shot a fearful glance at the one who did this to him... Ryan, in the school uniform but without his jacket stood there correcting a black band in his hands. Even though his face was calm and collected one could easily see the anger dancing on his face, he grabbed the latter's collar and pulled him up in the air. With his handsome face just a few inches away from his Ryan spoke out, "You must have some guts to flirt with the woman I love."The students who were witnessing the fight heard what Ryan just said and started to
Since the time Catherine was taken to her class and Ryan to his own the boy kept on wondering if she was doing ok there. He was so worried that he couldn't even concentrate in class, if not for his homeschool lessons which were too advanced the the one he was learning in class he could have been punished for not answering the questions the teacher threw at him.When a short break was given to them Ryan dashed across the corridors to her class to make sure she was okay. When he entered in he found he missing from her seat, he looked tensed at Jack and asked where she was. The two boys went inside the class to find Catherine standing at a corner hugging a single notebook."Ryan!" Her saddened face brightened up as soon as she saw those two similar faces. She ran and hugged his legs. Ryan knealt down to match her height and asked, "What is it, why are you here alone? And where are your stuffs."Her grip on the book tightened as she confessed slowly, "They took away