Novel & Cerita The Last Call From The Basement

This man has lost his mind. Before I could scream at his insane, royal arrogance, a sudden, heavy metallic click echoed from deep within the shadows at the back of the alcove, where a hidden servant hatch led straight down into the pitch-black sub-basements.

Chapter 101: Basement Killer The party was almost over when Jasmine's phone pinged inside her jacket. It was from a private number. She looked at the message, then her eyes searched for Sydney. Private Number: [If you're interested in knowing the truth,come meet me in the basement alone.] Basement? It meant the person had arrived. Jasmine ran a hand into her hair. She walked over to Sydney, pulling her past people. Now they were alone. "Any news on the car?"

I yelled and let Andrew ended the call. The basement of my company has no direct signal that could be detected. Meaning you can't call nor sent a message once you're in the basement. It's for us to avoid such crimes that usually ran to the basement. I parked the car and took my bag as we both went out and walked inside the elevator. Usually, I make someone such as the valley park my car but since Andrew is with me, I decided to park my own car. I typed a message to Read and told him that it was okay since I guess Mafia duty calls anytime. The door dinged and it opened revealing my secretary at his post, looking seriously at his computer. He looked at me and stood up as he greeted both of us.

"Yeah, he's downstairs, Trig. Just shut the fuck up, keep your damn head down and your mouth closed, and follow me." We take the stairs to the basement in a hurry, trying to make the deadline we were given. We spot him right away, sitting at a table by himself, staring at the pocket watch that's resting in his open palm, most likely waiting for us. "You're right on time, boys." Trig and I slide into the booth and help ourselves to the bottle of Brandy on the table, taking two empty glasses and filling them up as Callum eyes us suspiciously. "I take it by the heavy police presence, that you've finished the job?"

I firmed my grip on the handle as I jerked it open such that it almost came off it hinge. "Down to the basement!" A husky voice had ordered which makes our heart clenches. The basement is not a good place, someone might have commit a taboo and today, the person might end up in a body bag On getting to the basement, my gaze get locked with a beautiful lady whose icy eyes almost seems like mine. I stayed calm with my hands crossed to my chest with my gaze not breaking from her. She sighed sympathetically. A deafening walking step approaches from the top of the basement. The aura keeping the room heated as we tried not to look up."begin the sentence!" His hoarse voice filled the hall.

She heard the sound of the guys' laughter and that was the last thing she remembered before everything turned dark. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ “Fucking hell!” Colton banged his fist to the metal door and clenched his jaw. He knew these parties well and the basement was always the worst place to be in. The first floor area was where people would mingle and party and the upper level was where couples would go to have sex. But the basement… that was where the illegal stuff would go down.

A chill ran up his back and he shivered. ' No no no no. Please don't let it be. Don't do this please!' He screamed in his mind. "After you." Derrick snorted. Ben turned to him panicky. "What is going on?" " You climb down or I push you. Either way, you are going down." Ben said a prayer in his mind and started going down the stairs with Derrick right behind him still holding on to the collar chain. The basement was a 9 feet deep, rectangular box built with reinforced concrete walls. The unpainted walls had long wood planks attached to them as shelves on both length sides with some boxes here and there.

" As she talked, old memories cracked open—like boxes I'd sealed years ago. Eighteen-year-old Nina looked at me like I was her entire universe. The Nina I knew at thirty? Her words cut like ice. I dropped my gaze and exhaled. "People change." "Then tell me—how exactly do I hurt him in the future?" I froze. Fingers stiff. My brain flipped through scenes like a glitching movie reel. Too many. I didn't even know where to start. Then my phone rang again. I picked up, and someone on the other end was already spiraling. "Mr. Lambert, our department had a team night at a bar in East Avendale. Ms. Reid drank too much. Can you come get her? Oh—and your kid's here too."

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

Connor asked ignoring Niko's chitchat. But Niko ignored him too. "Well I don't fuckin care to tell you too," Niko even gave him a wink before the screen would lose it's signal. Niko dropped the phone he used in the nearby trash bin and wore his cap again and exit. He remained unidentified and invisible. No one found out that he actually clipped himself to a truck's underpart and made his way to a hole in the street waterway. As he reached the basement, a girl can be seen talking to him.