STREETS*

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"Gawd, I promise not to smoke or drink anymore, save me" she held her breath, feeling hollow in the tummy as she tucked herself deeper into the shelf side.

What if he plays smart? What if he does something funny to her?

He's even holding a gun...what if he actually uses it? Or...what if he does what Uncle Richard did?

That last thought made her gulp, and she wrapped her arms on her limbs, then she noticed what she's wearing.

A dazzling blouse and a tulle skirt...

Relief washed through her immediately. She'd have passed out if he had seen her in shorts or something.

The strong cinnamon scent hit her nose again, and she pulled her brows together...

Does that mean he's here? In this study with her?

How come she's not hearing his footsteps?

Gawd! She can't get caught.

She stayed calm, and the scent stopped coming after a while.

She was about to inhale some air when the scent came back, and her eyes widened.

Before she could steady herself again, two pair of black boots stopped in front of her, and her heart stopped literally.

She traced the long legs up, and when her eyes met with his frozen face, she gasped.

"There, that look on your face is priceless, little fox" he said, lowering his lashes at her.

She spranged up.

"How did you find me? This is my house! Have you been stalking me? When did it start huh? Who exactly are you!" She snarled at him.

He gave her a really long look before rumpling his brows.

"You should listen to what I want first, then you can rant"

"What!" She scoffed, and he turned his back.

He started walking out of the study, and her instincts kicked in that moment.

She went after him and grabbed his arm from behind, then she twisted and tried to flip him, but fûck! He's immovable like a rock.

He's definitely prepared cos he turned the table on her immediately.

He easily slipped out of her hold and grabbed her by the throat, making her breaths seize as he pushed her back to the shelf violently.

Half of the books on the shelf fell onto disarray on the ground.

"Ah! Ronnie are you ...

"Shut the fûck!" He glared, still holding unto her neck.

Though it's not tight, but it's still damn choky.

"Isn't your name... Roonie?" She said chokily, gulping as his palm tightened on her neck.

"Stop it!! You're hurting me motherfûcker!" She shouted, her eyes turning red in a matter of seconds.

He kept holding on, his eyes darkening, and she felt like passing out so badly, she couldn't breathe

"Roo...nie...stop it" she stuttered, and he suddenly let go.

She staggered, and his back was the last thing she saw as he walked out of the study.

Pearl was holding her red neck and coughing as she rushed out too, but surprisingly, he's nowhere to be found.

She went upstairs, but he's still nowhere, so she came back downstairs.

He's gone, just like that?

Then she noticed the main door is open already.

She inhaled and let out a slight cough, rubbing her neck.

"Where did he even come through when the door and windows are intact?" She muttered, looking around for any break-in sign, but she found nothing.

But then...why did he leave like that after catching her?

He looked like he was determined to do the hunt earlier...why did he leave after she called him by his name??

She got her phone from beside the couch and dialled Rebekah's line fast.

"Hey wifey!" Rebekah's voice boomed.

"Gawd, I missed you girls a lot, and you need to hear what just happened to me"

"There's a gist? Is it long?" Morgan's voice came from the background.

"Trust me it'd take all night" Pearl replied, climbing the stairs already.

"Then we can come spend the night at your place, we're done with the group assignment and I did yours for you" Lizzy said.

"I wanna cry! I have the best friends in the world! I feel so emotional!" Pearl pouted, and the girls laughed.

"Prepare the gists, mkay? We'll be there soon" Morgan said.

"Sure girls!" Pearl hung up and climbed the last stair.

"Yes!!" She squealed, her hair flowing around as she ran into her room.

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STREETS*

Roonie's bike is racing in the highest possible pace on the asphalt, and it seems he's not meaning to stop anytime soon.

His gloved hands are holding tightly on the handlebars, and his full lights are incredulously on.

His black helmet is balanced on his head like a crown, and only his dark eyes are showing from the shield.

He crossed the police checkpoint without even waiting, and the cops began chasing after him, but that's what he wants anyways.

A little chase won't hurt... It does it for him, he needs to clear his head.

"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN BORN, ROONIE"

That sentence is what kept ringing nonstop in his skull since Pearl called him by the name earlier.

He hates it madly, and for the life of him, he can't control the rage, so he had to leave before he'd actually kill her.

He had plans before he hacked her door and trespassed into her house.

Immediately he went in and saw her sleeping like a fuçking baby on the couch, he carried her upstairs to startle her when she wakes.

And it totally worked.

He'd do anything to see that look in her eyes again.

When he caught her, he had greater plans, but she had to ruin it by opening that smart mouth of hers to call him Roonie of all names.

Time's still ticking though, there's still time to play, with her.

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