The L.O.V.E word Spells Doom

Westley stood up from the bed and went closer to his closet. Opening it, his eyes crawled and zoned unto the frame hanging by the corner of the clothes. His heart thumped as he reached for it.

Looking downward at it, his breath tensed as his fingers traces the outline of her chestnut eyes. She was beautiful, heck- she's the most beautiful lady he's ever met, well: until the fucking maid showed up and from the start where his car ran into her, he knew she was going to be a diaster.

A reason he never wants her to be saved that day...

Flashback...

Himself and his brothers spent some seconds gaping at her before he turned to leave abruptly.

“Hey Wesley. Don't tell me you're leaving without doing shit?” Jayson, the less aggressive one, scrawled nastily from behind. Yet, Wesley remained nonchalant and continued walking towards the Lamborghini at a slow pace.

Jayden, who had a bag of chips in his possession, kept eating repeatedly as he stared at Kiera. “So… What should we do? Leave her li