Todos los capítulos de Chasing Poisonous: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

"Calm down Max," I tell him with my utmost composure. "We don't require to do that and after all he is going to help us, right?" I keep my hand over his shoulder.But he shakes off my hand and says " You weren't like this Chris." He looks straight into my eyes " Pity... mercy... these words were never in your dictionary. Then what happened now?"Hearing that I clench my jaw in frustration. What is wrong with him? Can't he just let it go? why is it a big deal to him that I stopped him from taking a life? We don't need to kill everyone in order to get our job done. Sometimes threatening people by getting an account of their weakness is enough to make them work for us."Do you realize that you have changed a lot after that accident."This is ridiculous. I am done with this bullshit now. every other person here is just trying to tell me how incompetent I have become after that accident. This is getting on my nerves now. I know that I have been behaving differently after that accident, no

"I can't buy this," I tell in shock. "Why? it isn't that bad." She pouts at me. "I hope you remember that I haven't switched over to the stripping profession?" I ask her sarcastically. She rolls her eyes and that's when Sam interrupts " Did someone just say stripping?" He looks at me amusedly. " I am sure you can never match my talent there. He places an arm around Emily's shoulder and continues "In fact, I am planning to start a strip club by the end of the year. If you want I can hire you. but first, you have to pass a qualifying test which includes a private strip show for me." He winks at me and I roll my eyes. "You two shoulder definitely try your luck there. If not that you can go around whoring. You know I can be your lady pimp and earn a lot of money." Emily claps her hands in excitement as if we were actually going to start a strip club. I roll my eyes at them both. "So you guys are trying to make me a slut?" "It's not slutty girl, it's sexy... However, a little bit of

"You should have known this. You have been working with me since you were seven, and yet you doubt me." He shakes his head in disappointment as he sits on the chair. "I thought nobody knew me better than you, Christopher." He looks at me trying to read my mind. "But I guess you haven't gained your memory completely after that accident." He says with a sad expression. Oh no, not this again. "If it's not you then who would have tried to do that?" I snap at him trying to get away from it before he starts with the whole memory loss ordeal conversation. I fucking hate it. "How would I know? apart from that, I have more important works to do rather than going behind some random usual bitch." He tells in a bored tone. I snap my head back at him furiously. I see all red in front of me hearing him say that. How dare he call her that? I'll fucking kill him. "Don't call her that." I spat at him. Just because he has raised me like a father and helped me get through my hard times, I am keeping

"If you want to talk about something... I am here. Okay?" She says, crossing her arms. I nod at her, and suddenly I remember the events of last night. How Nicole was been attacked and the intruder who broke into her house. The look of horror on her face when I came back. How inconsolably she was crying, holding me. How can I let it slip from my mind? Thinking about that, I say the only thing that comes to my mind at that time. "You can't live here Nicole." I blurt out. "What do you mean I can't live here?" She stares at me with confusion. "I mean it isn't safe for you to stay here," I tell her what exactly I meant. "Where am I supposed to live then?" She arches an eyebrow at me. I am taken aback by the sudden change in her demeanor. She glares at me with irritation. What happened to her suddenly? Wasn't she saying a second ago that she was here for me? "I'll arrange a place for you. You can live there and even I will be staying with you. Whatever happened last night wouldn't rep

When I get to the kitchen, I find it to be empty. What the fuck? Was Christopher expecting me to live here with no necessities? How am I supposed to make food? Then I remembered what Christopher said to me before going. If I need anything I can tell the guards to get it. I think of considering that option, but then I realize I am not in a mood to have a conversation with anyone and especially with Christopher's men. They kind of creep me out.So I decided to go back to my room. I know that I have a backup, I remember bringing a packet of chocolate chip cookies. I fish it out of my bag and stuff some immediately into my mouth. I moan in satisfaction as they melt in my mouth. They are so fucking tasty. After taking two more cookies, I jumped onto the bed. Basically, I can't even keep myself engaged in cooking now, so the only thing that I can do is to compensate for my lack of sleep last night. Taking a brief nap wouldn't do any harm, right? Apart from that, I don't want to stress mysel