All Chapters of HIS TOY : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AMELIA XAVIER The night was great for walking. Most people had gone to bed and the streets were empty making the night air pass freely without any obstacle. I walked down the road marking my way so I wouldn't get lost especially since my phone wasn't with me. My mind wandered off to my business here in Paris. The letter requesting an audience with Kayla had been rejected and there were no other ideas that crossed my mind. Subconsciously, I walked off the road into another street that looked darker and more sinister. The streetlights were either dying or were completely dead and puddles of water filled the road.I hadn't seen this street before. I jerked back to reality immediately my shoes stepped into the water. “Oh fuck!” I cursed out staring angrily at the water. It was best I went home, but turning back, I knew at the moment that I was lost. “Great!” I decided to just keep going straight, maybe a cab could miraculously appear, but the deeper I went, the darker the str

AMELIA XAVIER When someone was in a fucked up situation what would be the first thing that'll pop up in their minds. Straight death. Violence. Depression or social detachment. What a fun thing to do — but I wasn't giving that any option, I still needed to fight, didn't I? I sat on the bed , my head rested firmly on my palms, my face hiding in them. Paris was a curse.Suddenly, I heard a loud bang from inside, someone had slammed open the door. I got my guard up swiftly opening the small cupboard at the side of the bed and drew out a pistol. Slowly I walked to the door, my feet light like a feather.“Amelia!” Someone screamed and I stopped dead in my tracks. “Owen,” I mouthed, tucking my gun in my leg belt. He must have heard me because he came towards my direction. I could feel the thumping sound from his feet as it fell. “There you are, sweetheart,” he said and strangely that startled me. Fuck my senses. “You ended the call, so I thought…”“I was in Germany,” he replied, go

OWEN WINTERS “I received your gift, you just had to dress him up nicely and with expensive perfumes too,” father said over the phone. I laughed. “I wanted to prepare a nice gift for my father, is that bad?” I said in English, my voice sarcastic — father loved it when I spoke in French with him. “What a psycho of a son,” he sighed probably in disappointment. “Well, I got it from you even though I'm adopted.” I did get my behaviour from him, his nonchalant attitude and love for fair killing except if need be. People would've thought I was his son if we shared the same skin colour, but as dark as I was, father was a totally different contrast. “Well, what can I say, I can be really influencing,” he joked — a sour joke, but I laughed anyway. “Dylan Xavier is rubbing off on you, I can see that,” I replied playfully. Dylan Xavier knew himself and was aware of what he did; his looks, agility, power and the fact that he was at the top of the mafia chain. He was the real influence

AMELIA XAVIER Owen waited in the car saying he had something to do, so instead of going in, I went to the pool. I stripped and removed my shoes letting my legs enter the water. I sat in the pool coping feeling the coldness of the water against my skin. The night air felt cool though a perfect contrast to what I felt at the moment. The party was a disaster and not only that, we had created enemies. Once again, doubt settled in creating a massive hole in my chest. I could feel the pain. Jump inJump in.Fucking jump in!“Pumpkin,” someone called and I turned quickly to see Owen, his hair was a mess, but his face… not now Amelia.I scolded myself. “What is it? I thought you were in the car, sorting some shit out,” I said matter of factly, but partly grateful that he was here. With quick strides, he was seated with me, his shoes out and legs in the water. “You sound annoyed, is it because you didn't get to see Kayla Rodriguez?” He asked calmly. I was like an open book which he

AMELIA XAVIER Should I start from yesterday when Owen Winters promised to be home or the part where I waited till I fell asleep? Or maybe how the sun was at the highest stage of the day and how he failed to come home.12:00 pm It was noon and Owen wasn't home — only the scent of his absence hung in the air. I waited for my intuition to tell me something, but my mind was blocked from every possibility that could have happened to him; murder, kidnap… mention. None of those possibilities crossed my mind and unlike me, panic never settled in. For Christ sake, he's Owen Winters! What would possibly happen to him? My inner voice screamed at me as I sat on the sofa trying so hard to focus on whatever was playing on the TV. Just then, I heard the door click shut suddenly feeling the presence of someone, and by the heaviness of the shoes as it hit the floor, I was certain of who it could be. Owen Winters. Even if my body so badly wanted to run towards him, whack him in the head