Semua Bab The Billionaires Game : Bab 211 - Bab 220

Caleb's POV“Hey, sleepyhead,” he said with that smirk that always made my stomach twist. “You’re awake.”I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. My brain screamed for me to look away, but my eyes didn’t listen. I caught myself staring at the tattoos on his chest and arms—lines, symbols, words. I didn’t even realize my mouth had dropped open a little until he laughed.“Are you done staring, or should I flex it for you?” he teased.I blinked fast. “What? No—I wasn’t staring!”He raised a brow, clearly enjoying this.“I was just… trying to figure out your tattoos,” I lied quickly. “Yeah, that’s it. What do they mean?”For a second, something in his eyes dimmed. Like he’d hoped I was checking him out for real. Then he shrugged and came closer, setting the tray down beside me.“Some of them,” he said, tapping his shoulder, “are marks of what I used to be. This one means I’ve got a body count of over a hundred.”I froze. “What?”He smiled like it was no big deal. “A hundred people. Give or take.”

Cole’s POV I looked at my father. “The autopsy report for Melissa hasn’t been sent in yet,” I said. He opened a drawer without saying a word and pulled out a brown folder. “It’s already here,” he said, handing it to me. “I spoke to the head officer and some people in Bostow. It wasn’t easy, but I got this on a low. We’ll use it to our advantage.” I took the folder and opened it. My eyes went straight to the bold words on the top page. It was the Autopsy Results — Melissa Hugh. My heart beat faster as I read the next few lines. Then I smiled. There it was. A single line that made everything worth it. Hair samples found in Melissa Hugh’s hair and on her breast belong to Shane Wilson. I looked up at my father with a grin. “Perfect.” He didn’t smile. “Perfect? Cole, your method was stupid. It brought questions we don’t need. Everyone’s asking how Shane’s hair ended up on her body.” “I knew what I was doing,” I said calmly. “I didn’t just want him to look like the killer. I wa

Shane's POVI sat in my prison cell. I had been kept alone and it was pretty much fun. At least better than being packed with a lot of crazy folks. I must have been so happy when the door opened and a group of three men were shoved in.I ignored them and remained on my bed when I heard one cackle. “He does look fine. Do you think he'll do it?”“Who says he needs to think? He has no choice.”By now I was very attentive. This was my first time in prison and I wasn't taking my chances. I sat upright and then they smiled at me. It gave me the creeps and I started to look for a means of protection. Soon, they circled around me and I heard the security guard's voice. “Go easy on him. He's a rich one. And he's yet to get sentenced.”The laughter from the three men was ear shattering. I saw him lick his lips then blow a kiss and I understood what was going to happen.Unfortunately for them I was not the type to be pushed down easily. I got up and raised my hand. “Listen, guys. I want no issue

Cole's POVDamn it! How could I have missed the signs! But I was sure I cleared up all the tracks.Those were the only words ringing in my head. Shane had been so bold to say that to me. Hitting the steering wheel repeatedly with my wrist, I screamed as loud as I could knowing no one but me could hear it.“Aaah!” I yelled, hitting the wheels continually until I stopped to catch my breath. The car before me stopped and the driver got down, asking with his hands and an angry face if I was crazy. I didn't put my window down because I knew I started it.I raised my hand, motioning the words sorry but the man didn't seem to let it go. He started walking closer to my car and I got sick of it. Once he got to the window, I let the car's window down and took out my gun. He got the message and stumbled backwards. “I'm sorry, man. I didn't know you were held up,” he said.He got back into his car and drove off. I started driving and called my father's number on the car's device connected to my p

Dwayne's POV “Drop the gun,” Sam said with hostility, his gun pointed at Cole. Cole hesitated. “Sam, I can explain everything. It's not what it looks like. He's after…” “I said drop it!” Sam barked and Cole's gun dropped to the floor. “Kick that to me.” Cole's gun sprang forward as he kicked it. I watched in delight as Cole fought hard within himself to surrender. “Put your hands on your head,” Sam ordered. Cole obeyed and Sam walked over to him, then behind and pulled Cole's arm down then handcuffed him. Cole's eyes were legal as he stared at me. I smiled back, taunting him. Sam recited the usual arrest dialogue and took Sam to the police car hidden away. I walked over to him with the flash drive in my hand and cleared my throat, getting his attention. “Ehem, as promised,” I said, handing it over to Sam. “It has everything you need to nail him. I kept my deal. You should get his father before he escapes.” Sam nodded and the sadness in his eyes stayed. It was hard for him to t