I'm Done For

Ryder POV;

It was late at night and Flora was still yet to awake. I just hope those guys didn't give her an overdose as they claimed.

I was lost staring at her face when I heard a phone buzz.

Huh?

Of course, it was not my cellphone.

I stood up from the bed and traced the tone I was hearing to her small bag, lying carelessly in the room. I picked it from the floor and opened it. I could feel my heart leapt immediately I looked at her phone screen.

“It's Zayn calling,” I mumbled to myself, shifting my gaze to Flora's face.

You've won already, Ryder… My subconscious mind whispered in my ears and I nodded.

I swallowed hard and pressed the answer icon at the fourth ring. “Hello,” I said in my deepest voice. “Who are you, and why do you have Flora's phone?” He asked coldly and it got me laughing meticulously.

I laughed so hard for some minutes, and I was very sure he was now fuming.