บททั้งหมดของ False Best Friends : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

You know my name already, Charlene and please do not add those miserable prefixes, just Charlene." she introduced.He stared at her, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. She had that mischievous look in her eyes and that horrid smirk on her red painted lips, plus the after tingles that refused to leave his skin from her touch and he knew he was in a whole lot of expensive trouble.*"Come on, Victor. You have guests." She said in a cheerful tone then circled him and opened the door, now on his left hand side. She guided him out, holding his hand instead of his arm. He cursed silently, letting her lead him through the brightly lit hallway, gleaming floors and panelled ceilings with at least three paintings hanging on the walls. If they...whoever kidnapped him, planned to use her as bait to trap him, fool him... He cursed again as his hand tightened around her small ones and a sudden surge of protectiveness washed over him. He towered over her, her golden blonde hair just hovered sli

"So nice to meet you brother, I've heard so much about you!" He exclaimed, looking and sounding his age for once.He stood awkwardly as Alistair who reached him halfway up his chest, hugged him tightly.Isla, Frederick and Luca all had smug looks on their faces while Charlene had the most shocked look in her face.This boy, his brother from another father, Alistair, just tried to kill him and was now hugging him?!*The tension in the air could be cut through with a needle. They were all seated on different couches; Isla and Luca together and the rest of them separately while Charlene stood like the obedient maid she was, stiff and unblinking behind Isla and Luca's couch, directly opposite his.He moved his eyes to Alistair, "Don't you dare, ever, tamper with my dreads and beards again." he warned icily.Alistair's eyes widened then narrowed arrogantly, "You looked like a slave brought out from the deepest of jungles, I had to have them chopped off...and where's a thank you for saving

"Do not test my patience, Ms. Charlene". He spat, gripping the steering wheel tightly that his knuckles ached.She faced him her face expressionless."Di not test mine too, Mr. Victor. You better start this car and get us out of here before one of Luca's men discover I am missing and comes search for me and trust me nothing you speak will get you out of the mess you'll be in; I would definitely win a plaque if I entered the film making industry." She smiled, "so drive now, will you?".*They had been driving for over two hours yet they hadn't come across any town or house; highways and bushes had been their companion...and also silence.Charlene was presently humming a tune nonchalantly to herself and he had to force himself not to snap at her to keep shut. He was sure she had a personality disorder; one minute, she was pleading with him meekly with tear filled eyes, the next she was blackmailing him with mischievous eyes. One moment, she was kissing him with hunger and passion; the n

"You can stop the act now, Charlene, people are gone." he informed her coldly. Her cries decreased to cute whimpers."Please carry me in your arms and feed me when we get there unless I'll cry so loud, Luca will come get me." She threatened in a tear filled voice, so softly that for a second, his heart chilled.She raised her head and her red lips smirked at him, "Get on with it, darling."*Alistair's face was one of horror, his blade cluttered down to the floor as he stared down at his unconscious sister in a pool of her own blood."Miss Isla!" The guard howled and dropped to the floor, his hands hovering over her, shaking but not touching. Alistair snapped back to reality."Get away from her!" He barked, pushing the guard away. He dropped down to his knees, his heart pounding in fear, guilt, regret, the most, fear and in that moment, he felt like the little child he was, scared and uncertain."Oh I'm sorry..." he whimpered, placing his hands under her neck and back carefully. He did

Andrew flinched but regained composure immediately. "It was a mistake. We can talk this out, Victor. Take a deep breath.""The only one who will be taking a deep breath is this gun right here." And in a flash, Andrew was on the floor, dead as a stick, blood gushing out of the bullet wound in his head. Silence reigned in the gym room until Victor whirled around, eyes blazing."If someone doesn't give a rundown on what has been going on since I was gone then be prepared to join your boss in hell."*Victor looked down at Andrew's dead body and then stalked out of the gym room.What has he done?He shut the door to Andrew's room. One look around and he slid down the wall, his limbs shaking.What has he done?His palm came over his mouth as the first sobs came out. His body racked with sobs, the tears flowed down his hard bruised face, down his manly eyes that never cried, down his hard cheeks that barely smiled, down his stiff jaw.He cried.Why had he let his anger take over him? This wa