Semua Bab TRENT: Bab 271 - Bab 280

Fidel?It doesn't make any sense. According to the police, he was caught overspeeding and coincidentally, his fingerprints matched with the fingerprints collected at the crime scene. He's the one. He's the one who has been leaving those death notes at my door. But why? "Because I hate you!" he exclaims. "I fucking hate you! You tore apart my best friend and now you're here to finish him off completely!" So that's the reason? "CJ is helping you, right?" I ask cooly, my hands on top of the rough table separating the both of us. Fidel smirks. "So, you want to drag him into this so he can get locked up? No bitch! He wasn't part of this so leave him out of this!" I narrow my eyes at him. "So this was it? Because of CJ? That's why you kept tormenting me!" Fidel leans in to whisper. "And I'd do it again till you vanish from our lives again! This tim

"Syrr... Syrr...""Syringe?" I ask in panic.CJ is still trembling, foam trickling down the edges of his mouth as he points at his desk."Where? Where?"He points to the drawers and I quickly open and see a syringe on top of a book. He points to his bicep and I quickly inject on the part.Immediately I inject him, he passes out leaving me freaked out.Fuck! What has happened? Did I kill him?I bend down to listen to his pulse but I hear nothing. Totally nothing.My heart stops.My whole body freezes.The only thing I can think of right now is, he's dead. And I killed him.I killed him! I killed him!A mighty cough overwhelms me with joy and relief.CJ coughs and pants so loudly, gasping for air.

SEVENA few days earlier,May...How much I had missed May.Waking up right next to her hot body in a cold morning like this. I pull her closer and hold on to her tightly and warmly.We've not seen in each other for months now.She's been busy working. I've been busy working. We're both con-artists but hands down, May is the best con-artist I know.The way she can dupe someone instantly into thinking she's someone she's not.Sometimes I feel that I don't know her. The real her. Maybe the woman she pretends to be in my eyes is not actually the real her.Maybe it's all an act. Maybe I'm one of those men... Those men she dupes into falling for her and they give off every last coin in a snap of a finger.She makes me feel special. Special t

I find Seven lying in bed, a laptop on his lap, drinking herbal tea.Just seeing him, still breathing overwhelms me with relief. I was scared I might not find him seated like that. I was scared I'd find him lying on the bed, lifeless.I dread the day that will happen to me...He's probably engrossed in writing. That's all he does these days. Writing and writing and writing... I'm the one who does most of the cooking these days even though he jokes how terrible of a cook I am. I even do his laundry, clean up his house since we're always chilling at his house. It's like I moved in here just that there's a lot of my stuff in my house. But I sleep here. I cook here. I eat here. I spend most of my time here. I spend most of the time with Seven...Because...Because I don't know when it's going to be the last day...The last day I look into those beautiful smiling eyes..."Seven?" I call out standing at the door and he looks up at me.

I gasp in disbelief. "What!"She bursts into a loud long laugh. "You should see the look on your face, Cutie."I sigh in relief and chuckle a little bit. "Wait, did you say your name is May?"She nods."May? Seven's sister?"May looks at me for a moment, startled. "He told you I'm his sister?"I look at her suspiciously. "Aren't you his sister?"May laughs. "Ofcourse I am. I'm just a little surprised he didn't tell you...""Tell me what?""We are twins."Twins? They look nothing alike."Fraternal twins."That makes sense...I chuckle. "I guess he forgot that part."She nods. "Don't mind my twin brother. He can be so forgetful at times. I hope he never wakes up and forgets who you are."I stare at her blankly.May taps my shoulder. "Come on... I'm just kidding. Who would forget someone as terrific as you, Terra."I like her already."Come in."The minut