Ezra pressed the apartment bell three times and waited. He couldn't hear anything from inside the apartment and there was only silence. Ezra pressed the bell once again, but there was no response from the apartment owner. Ezra started to think the apartment was empty. So he was thinking of coming back later or tomorrow after he went to see the owner of apartment 502 before someone suddenly appeared behind him. "What were you doing in front of my apartment?" “You Mrs. Aubrey?" The woman was old, maybe around sixty. There were two bags of groceries that she clutched tightly to her chest. Ezra stepped back and tried to be respectful in the presence of this old woman. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. I was just wondering if you called in a plumber yesterday to fix your drains?” "That's right. Robert Willey. It was Anette who recommended the man to me when I complained to her that my drains were a bit problematic. The pipes are dirty and need to be cleaned, so the water flow is blocked.”
It wasn't difficult to cripple a stranger. Ezra quickly nudged his ribs with his sharp elbows, then dropped the switchblade which had scraped the skin of his neck while parrying the stranger's attack to his face. The foreign man groaned in pain. He tried to reach his penknife which was thrown five yards from where he stood. But Ezra kicked his hand, then stamped his palm so hard that the man whimpered in pain and took off his hat."Damn you! Get your damn feet out of my hands.”“You still can't beat me, Meyer. You think pretending to be a badass in an elevator can trick me, huh?"'"Don't you want me to keep an eye on your lover's apartment?""Your disguise actually makes others misunderstand."“Arrghhh you are going to break my precious hand.”Meyer pounded Ezra's leg with his free hand, trying hard to brush Ezra's sole away from his almost flattened palm."And you suck so badly. You lost your precision and accuracy in attacking your opponent because you played around with your bitch
Mila took off the seat belt that was wrapped around her body. This time she did it quickly so Jonas didn't have a chance to unbuckle the seatbelt and try to get closer to her. “Thank you very much for a very delicious dinner tonight. And also the jokes you throw at me. Very entertaining." "You're welcome. Glad to make you laugh, Mila.” Jonas smiled broadly. It's the best night he's ever had since his breakup with Mila. He laughed a lot, ate well, and talked about things he didn't like at the hospital. He could talk about the arrogant doctors he met at the hospital or his annoying patients. Everything feels so good today. "Next time I will treat you." “Tsk, I don't mind treating you again. Just tell me if you need someone to eat with, I'll definitely come.” "Thank you. See you soon, Jonas." Mila opened the door beside her, about to step out, but Jonas suddenly grabbed her arm and threw her body on the chair. Jonas quickly kissed her on the cheek, then winced shyly. Meanwhile Mil
Sweat dripped onto the floor from his hair that fell around his forehead as Ezra bent his back to fill his lungs with oxygen. His whole body was drenched in sweat and glistening brown. Muscles bulged beneath his taut skin. But Ezra was still not done with his training. He punched the bag once again with more ferocity and brutality as if the bag was the source of all the anger he hated. He pummeled it, giving it all he had, then kicked it hard until the bag flew high into the air, and then swung back at it in a few hard swings until the bag finally slowed down. Ezra gasped again. He picked up a bottle of mineral water at the far end of the room, then splashed half of it onto his sweaty face. It feels good. His skin was cold, the sweat washed off his face. And he then emptied the bottle by drinking the entire contents very quickly. He threw the bottle into the trash can. It went in as smoothly as he was throwing a basketball into the hoop. Moments later Ezra heard clapping from the do
Mila exhaled loudly while massaging her aching temples. Ezra was really a very hot-tempered and rude man. She couldn't imagine that one day Ezra would become a father. His children will surely be afraid of his very angry figure. Mila doesn't understand why Ezra suddenly hit Hunter without finding out the truth first. Always like that. The violence comes first, then the explanation later. People who are unlucky can die easily at Ezra's hands if he keeps doing that. Mila faintly heard a groan behind her. She immediately turned around and approached Hunter who had just moved to sit down. "Hunter, are you all right?" “Mila? Suddenly someone attacked me and hit my nape. Arrghhh this damn hurts!” "Ezra thinks you're the intruder who's been terrorizing me lately." “Ezra? Where is the damn bastard now?” Hunter almost stood up to look for Ezra, but Mila grabbed his shoulder. "He's gone. I kicked him out because he attacks other people at will.” “That damn bastard has a short wick. My n
The sound of metal clashing against the concrete wall woke Mila up. Her curled eyelashes slowly opened and looked around the room to find the source of the sound that had disturbed her sleep. Mila's heart sank in fear when her eyes met the dark eyes of the terrorizer who was currently holding a knife tightly in his hand. Mila gulped nervously. She wanted to scream, but that surely would get her nowhere. She had an even better idea, to run as fast as she could out of her room before that mad terrorizer killed her. Mila quickly threw the blanket that wrapped her body and ran through the half-closed door of her room. The terrorizer notices her presence and chases behind her. The terrorizer brandished a knife while grinning evilly behind the half-mask he used to cover his nose up. He only left his mouth for Mila to see. But even his mouth is as scary as the whole mask he's wearing. The sound of his very loud shoe soles thumping on the carpeted floor as he chased Mila who ran away in fear
At one o'clock in the morning Felix was startled by the sound of a bell being pressed repeatedly on the door. His eyes were still half closed. He groaned in annoyance at whoever was a lunatic who came this early to his boss's house. In the hall, Felix saw Ezra drinking brandy from a bottle. There was another empty bottle on the table and a half bowl of peanuts left. Ezra seemed indifferent to the sound of the bell being pressed many times and had no intention of opening the door for the madman. “Who do you think is the madman who came this early?” Felix grunted as he passed Ezra. “Probably someone who got lost. Throw him away if there is nothing important to do.” “You shouldn't have driven your men home tonight. They are proving indispensable to dispelling this nuisance.” “Don't complain too much, Felix. I pay you to open the door. They could be more useful elsewhere.” Felix snorted angrily. Wasting time to serves Ezra to argue. He's so annoying when he has a lot of problems like
"Wake up. Time for us to talk." Mila was shivering with cold when the blanket was suddenly pulled roughly from her body. She curled up to the right, trying to find some more warmth, but her arms were suddenly pulled away and she was forced to sit up on her bed. "Open your eyes, Milla. Until when are you going to sleep, huh?” "Arghhh that hurts! Let go of my arm, Ezra.” "It's already eleven o'clock. You need to get up and we need to talk." “I only went to bed at three because I couldn't sleep. You should have given me more time to sleep.” "I have a lot of work and I can't just sit around waiting for you to wake up." "Then we'll talk later after you're done with your work." Mila's eyes were too heavy to open. It was as if there were two large stones in both of her eyelids preventing her from opening her eyes. But Ezra kept screaming beside her and shaking herself awake. "That's not all you woke up for. You also have to feed my son. Here is your milk." Mila frowned and slowly s