Semua Bab HIS TOY : Bab 61 - Bab 70

OWEN WINTERS “Why do I feel something in my throat?” I murmured as we, Amy and I stood at the huge door. The room was well lit, and lively, but I knew exactly what it'd turn to once I entered.“Whatever is hanging on your throat, shove it down to the pit of your stomach,” she answered and cursed silently. She didn't want to be here, but here we were, doing shit to keep our little secret a secret. Amelia wore a much flay gown to hide her little bump, and that suited her even more. Her skin glowed in the light, and her hair packed in a bun. “You're beautiful and beautiful people can survive most things,” I smirked and held her hand squeezing it tightly. She sighed. “You're too full of yourself Owen Winters.”“I learned that from the Xavier's. May we go in?” I asked, still holding her hand, but softer than before. “I won't break, so don't hold me so gently,” she remarked and stepped into the room before me. The silence that followed was something one couldn't describe — uneasy,

OWEN WINTERS Having motivation was far different than having a plan at hand. The sun sat at the east, and me on the bed, with my face buried in my hands. “How should I deal with that bastard without hurting him directly?” I asked rhetorically, my pinkie finger twitching.“Ash Winters wouldn't think the way you're thinking, he wouldn't be so worked up like you are now, sweetheart, he'd strike first and hard,” Amy said coming into the room, a towel strapped around her breast, her long legs visible. She let her hair down, adding radiance to her ivory skin. She was right. Having done my research, I found out Ash never thought before he acted, and that probably was meant to be an advantage to me, but that man's brutality was on a whole different level — he was psychotic. Amy walked towards me, her strides slow and although not what I was meant to be feeling at the moment, they were sexy. She sat on my lap and wrapped her hands around my neck, the top of her breast popped out of the

AMELIA XAVIER I waited for Owen to get home, so I could smack his head, and scold him till he gave in and listened to me for once. He acted too fast and made a dangerous move by going to pay that man a visit. I wanted him dead then, and I still did, but Ash Winters was a dangerous person, and being irrational would put us in serious danger. I heard the door click shut and I knew it was no other person than Owen. The sound of his footsteps easily told him off, and unlike the usual rhythm of his breathing, this had a different tempo to it — uneven and rasp. I waited for him to come to me and he came, his large build covered me as though he protected me from a bomb that had only seconds until it blew the whole place. I felt safe… until he spoke.“Pumpkin, I think you need to leave Paris,” he said, the tone of his voice, sad and some other thing I couldn't place. Why did he want me to leave, or had he figured how dangerous Ash Winters was, and felt scared on my behalf? I wou

OWEN WINTERS The atmosphere in the room went intense, but quiet. I felt my heartbeat as it pounded, blocking my ears, it made me wince. I took my stance after I looked at the gallery where the media and potential allies stood watching with interest and curiosity. My blood pumped wildly creating a kind of excitement in me. I waited for him to charge towards me, but he seemed to have caught up with my style of fighting so I decided a little surprise wouldn't hurt. I charged at him, speeding towards his direction, and as I reached him, he threw a punch, but I went under his arm and elbowed him at the nape of his neck. He fell backwards to the ground landing on his face. The crowd booed. I cursed internally wishing I struck his spine and ended everything at once, but then again, that'd have been too boring and easy. Leaving no space for Ash to regain his stamina, I struck him back on the ground with my feet, but he was quick enough to move before my feet landed on his throat. With th

AMELIA XAVIER I sat beside Owen's bed carefully watching his chest as it rose and fell, his eyes were closed, and his face looked so peaceful. I gazed at the beautiful curve of his lips, and the sharp jawline that attracted more men and women to him. Owen was like a magnet who blended with everyone, and in any style. Days passed since the party, and although the doctor said he was in good health, I felt terrible because this foolish man seeking death hadn't opened his eyes in all those days; his breathing seemed pretty normal, his wounds were healing, and for God's sake, his face was handsomer. My eyes went to his closed eyes, and I muttered something under my breath — something that sounded like a curse word. His lashes suddenly fluttered, making me aware of his body language. Owen let out a groan as his fingers twitched, and that was enough to get me excited. A smile played at the end of my lips, my eyes glowed with expectancy, and when his eyes flew open, I grinned from ea