All Chapters of For Better, For Honour: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AVA I wake up the following morning with questions still nagging at me as I got ready for school. What’s the deal between Cade and a member of the Xaviers gang everyone believes was dead? It isn’t impossible to think Cade framed them on purpose when he ran away. Having the two rival members with an established beef going at each other’s throat. And now!? He’s probably helping them plot revenge on the family. Emerging from the bathroom some minutes later, I reach for my phone, knowing I have to warn the family ahead of whatever Cade is planning. But what if he’s monitoring my phone’s activities? That explains why he always knew when Asher called me and vice versa. No, I can’t risk him listening to my phone call or whatever. I look around the room, thinking hard on what to do. The idea finally lands in my brain a few minutes later. I get dress in a hurry, draping my bag over my shoulder, I pick my note and exit the bedroom. Rosita appears at the bottom of the stairs just as I reac

AVA “Leave!” Cade’s voice cuts through the air, shattering the silence like a glass. I hear footsteps fading towards the door, but I’m too relieved, too exhausted to turn around and look. Hearing the door shut behind them, I feel Cade’s arms creep up my waist, circling around me. Looking up at him with my jaw digging into his chest, I find his grey eyes already boring down at me. His arms tighten around me, making me aware of the position we are in. His hands drop from my, only to wrap one back around my waist, scooping off my feet. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, still dimly aware of the pistol wrap around his free hand. When we enter the bedroom, he places it back on the nightstand. Bending down slightly to drop me on the bed, I peek curiously at him, looking away as soon as my back hits the bed. I could feel him watching him, and I resist the urge to find out what he’s staring at. When his shadow looms even closer, I couldn’t help but turn. Pressing his lips on

AVA “Boss—“ Seeing as Cade isn’t alone, Arrow pauses, his eyes flickering between us. Cade looks at him, a silent agreement seems to pass between them before he slips away. Glancing back at Cade, the spark of amusement glistening in his eyes a second ago, was gone, returning to his default glare. “Arrrow will take you back home,” he declares abruptly, walking away. I dash after him, cutting in front of him to prevent him from walking away. Ignoring the way his gaze further hardens on me, I stand my ground. “I came with Thalia, we are just going to hang around. I promise to stay out of your way, you won’t even notice I’m here.” “Leave,” he sneers like he didn’t hear a word a just freaking said. “No.” “No?” He echoes. “No,” I repeated. He chuckles, none of the warmth reaching his eyes as he takes a step forward. I back away from him until my back bumps into the wall. Half-expecting him to stop, my eyes widen as he closes in on me, trapping me against the wall. “Why?” He deman

AVA Breaking loose from my grasp, Cade shoves me away once more. I stagger, almost losing my balance while he storms off the flight of stairs. Watching his departing figure, I slowly drop back to my seat. Rising to my feet only a second later, I stroll into the kitchen, not at all surprised to find it empty. Grabbing what I came in there for, a tray. Taking the medium size tray back to the dining room, I dish out some portions of food, arranging them on the tray. “Mrs. Demir?” Rosita's eyes widened, thinking I’m clearing the plate. “I’m just taking Cade meals to him, why don’t you store the leftovers?” I informed her, hoping that would calm her down. “Oh, of course ma’am.” Approaching the bedroom my hands subconsciously tightened around the tray. I can understand why he will refuse my help, but I can’t understand why I’m insisting so much. Probably because I’m bored, and I’m also used to doing this for my family. Pausing outside the door to take a deep breath, I push the door o

AVA Seeing the expression on my face, his mouth twisted into a smile. That’s the second time I’ve seen him smile now. Dropping the one he previously held in his hand, he picks a new one. He comes up behind me, nudging me closer to the table before I could attempt to run away. I turn, our nose brushing in the process. Startled to see him standing so close, I darts my face forward at the target, sinking my teeth into my lower lip. “Earlier yesterday, when you picked up my pistol. Your hands were trembling, it took you too long to figure out where the trigger was. Consider this your first lesson.” I move further away, bumping into the table in an attempt to create some distance between us before I turn around. However, he leans forward, easily placing his hands on the table, trapping me between his arms. Lifting one hand above my shoulder, while looking at me. “A gun isn’t just a weapon, it’s an extension of the person who holds it.” At the end of his sentence, he fires a shot,