บททั้งหมดของ EVE NIGHTs : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

If he was bleeding from his arms but for how long has been bleeding, what Moscow said was over a month ago, has he been sick since then, over a month ago? He kept the other bags on top of it. And walked out. He was bleeding so much and the tissue was everything in the two trash bags. Had he stressed him so much that made him sick and he couldn’t tell him he was sick because he would take that as being weak? Was that why he couldn’t tell him? He walked back to the house and Jacky was coming out of the kitchen with a glass of milk. “Boss.” He called when he saw him coming into the house. “Did you go somewhere, you wanted to get something, you could have told me about it, I would have gone to get it.” Wesley shook his head and was heading to where he was. He stopped when he was in front of him. “What’s the wrong boss, why are you staring at me like that, did I do something wrong?” He tried to get scared because of the look Wesley was giving him. “You’re such a handsome young ma

“Boss I brought the drinks you asked me to get.” Eve turned to see him standing behind him, he was wearing a long sweater and pant pants. His hair was let down his shoulders. She almost thought he was someone else. “I don’t wanna have this conversation with you again.” He said dismissively. Jacky dropped the nylon bag which held the drinks in between them. Eve thought he was someone else. She never thought he was actually this handsome. She always saw him in his black sleeve and pants. She looked away from him. He bowed but his eyes were over at Eve. He stared at her for a while then turned and walked away. He held back to where the car was parked with a low smirk on his face. His fingers raked through his long hair and made his way sauntering to the car. “You shouldn’t be too smart.” He stared over at the rear mirror. His face was looking very pale. He chuckled and run his hand down his face. “Why do I look so good.” He chuckle and got into the car. It was about time he gets

“It’s healing...” he was trying to explain to Eve when he decided to take them out for a walk and a picnic in the park. But she wasn’t getting what he meant. He was pushing her in the wheelchair as they walked around the park. “I know but why did you have to come with us that I don’t understand that yet. I could have taken her with me.” She said to him. He shook his head slightly. “There are things I need to explain to her on the way so you would get to understand.” He was still trying to make her understand with a smile on his face. “That’s a lie, you ain’t a caregiver. You don’t even work in a psychiatric home.” She stared at him with a player glare. “You should let him be,” Linda said with a hand clasped over his. Eve rolled her eyes. “I brought a camera, you won’t have thought of it would you?”“It doesn’t mean you should be here!” She nudged him on the elbow. “...go away.” She pushed his arms. He laughed and hasten his steps with her and then began running away from her.

He held her with a rope over her neck, just as he did the first time. Eve's hands were on the ropes so it doesn’t get to strangle her with them. There was a red rose that he held in his mouth he spat them his mouth. Moscow ran to him and pushed him. They both fell to the ground. He lost his grip on her. Eve took the ropes from her neck and coughed. She staggered to her feet and ran to the telephone, she was gonna call the cops over. Her hands were quivering over the table. Before she reached the telephone. She felt a hand pull her back, and Moscow pulled him back and punched him. She went back to the telephone but no words could come out of her mouth. He pushed Moscow, off him and flipped him over. He whacked over the head with his elbow. And punched him. “You’re just a nosy doctor that doesn’t know his place.” “I won’t let you have her.” He said with blood in his mouth. Jacky chuckled at him his hands were over his neck. He pulled out the small dagger from his waist, Moscow saw

“What do you mean my son is dead!” The woman yelled at Detective Ernest. They were at the hospital. Wesley glanced over at them and his eyes were puffy and red.“Honey don’t create a scene.” The man said to her and held her in his arms. “Don’t create a scene Moscow is dead, he’s not gonna come back to us and I shouldn’t create a scene.” She hits her fist at the tall man that was a complete replica of Moscow. “Creating a scene won’t bring him back you got to understand that.” “I’m just so devastated. I don’t wanna expect that he’s gone. I don’t wanna think of it, I can’t have it that he’s not with me anymore.” She cried, her hands sliding off his body. He pulled her up in his arms and made her seat down.“Who could have done this to him.” She buried her head in his chest. Wesley looked away from him and stared at his hands. It was still stained with blood, he hasn’t gotten a chance to wash them off. He wiped his eyes and sniffed using the back of his hands. “It’s all my damn fau