All Chapters of The Bad Gentleman : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Hannah Oftentimes when I was little, on my bed in the small corner of the room I shared with four girls, I would close my eyes and daydream about my family. In these daydreams, my faceless parents would come for me with gifts and wide smiles on their faces. I was never mad at them, instead, I would be ecstatic. I used to rehearse what I would say, over and over so I wouldn't waste the moment. But standing here right now, staring at this Italian man in white suit pants, and a black dress shirt, the only thing I can say to him is:"You're a liar."The look on Thiago's face is one of patience. Like he's telepathically telling me he understands me. He takes a step forward, I take a step back."I know you're at the point where you won't easily believe anything anymore. But please, come with me."I shake my head."Why should I do that? Why should I believe whatever you tell me as the truth?" I ask, blinking.He's silent for a few seconds, looking down at his shoes, or is it the gravel? I d

Hannah By the time the familiar church comes into view, I’ve successfully convinced myself that Thiago and Tomma are simply wrong. They got the story mixed up, or people thought Christian did it and he never denied it. I suck in a deep breath, focusing my attention on the yard afterwards as the car slows. No children are playing outside like I expect, but there are toys of different kinds here and there in the yard. “Is this it?” Thiago asks from beside me, his voice low. I nod. This is it. This is where I grew up. The old bell at the top of the church swings slightly, but only because it’s tipped sideways. I chuckle. Time after time, the reverends would claim it’d be repaired soon, but I guess it’s not soon enough even after all these years. The building still stands tall and menacing, just like before. I moved out of the orphanage when I got into college, and in all that time, I only visited two or three times. I kept telling myself I’d go visit, but Connor would always dis

Christian Hannah has rendered herself mute.I asked her to follow me quietly and she had decided her lips do not work anymore. I bite the insides of my mouth, eyes narrowed on her left hand on her lap, void of the one thing that belonged there.“If you were alive you should’ve sent a message home. We went crazy ‘cause we thought you died or something,” Seb says from the passenger’s seat but Hannah doesn’t respond. She huffs with a fold of her arms as she keeps her gaze out the window. Seb meets my eyes in the rearview mirror and shrugs while my hands itch to touch her.“How much longer is the hotel?” I drawl, pressing my fingers against the bridge of my nose instead.The driver jumps immediately. “I-sir. Not-not much longer s-sir,” he stumbles over his words as he steps on the gas. His reaction is a given after what he witnessed, but it’s beginning to get on my nerves.“Five minutes,” Seb clarifies and I nod. Five minutes and I’ll have her all to myself without any bastard trying t

Hannah The therapeutic sound of rain hitting against the window calms me. It hits the glass hard enough to erase the skyline completely. A heavy sigh escapes my lips, but instead of addressing the thought that caused it, I take a sip of the hot chamomile tea in my hand, pretending my life is not a mess right now, and I’m perfectly fine.The door to the bedroom swings open, followed by soft footsteps but I don’t turn.“You didn’t sleep a wink last night,” Christian says. I bring my cup to my lips again. He would know because when we returned here from the hospital, he didn’t leave the room even after I asked nicely. He sat on the chair right in front of the bed, folded his arms, and watched me. He didn’t try to talk to me, didn’t try to touch me. He just simply watched me toss and turn around on the bed, lost in my own thoughts.“You should consider getting some sleep before the rain stops falling.”I know I should. My body is begging for rest more

Hannah My knuckles hover over Christian’s study door, debating whether to knock or not. We haven’t exchanged a word since we came here because he cooped himself in there and has refused to come out.I suck in a breath and knock once.“Who’s it?” His lazy voice asks, but instead of answering, I push the door open.He sits upright, but doesn’t say anything, just watching me with a brow raised.“I want to go see Soph,” I say, straight to the point because there’s no use beating around the bush. “And I’d like Victor to take me.” He pushes his tongue across the flesh of his mouth, regarding me, then he nods.I don’t know what I expected from him, but I stand there anyway, waiting for him to say something. Do something. For a few seconds he doesn’t, he looks down at the documents in front of him, then as if sensing my gaze, he raises his head.“You need something else?” I bite my lower lip hard, then I shake my head. I guess even after all