Chapter 124
Chapter 124:
Seeing him sitting on the floor, his back against the bed, bandaging his calf with a large first aid kit beside him—this wasn’t what I expected.
The man was hurt, and I was hiding in the bathroom, too cowardly to help him, even though I had a gun in my hand.
“Was that Dion?” I asked when he took the gun away from me and put it in the backpack resting on the floor next to him.
“He has a tracker on you.
The man’s dead. I called my crew already, they’ll handle the mess. But we need to go and make up alibis, just in case,” he said, wincing when he tried to stand with his injured leg. I wanted to help him, but he insisted he had worse and was just grateful Dion wasn’t a good shot.
I was gathering my things from my room when Zal grabbed my phone, took out the SIM card, and smashed the phone. He told me he’d get me a new one as soon as we got back to the city. He fried the SIM card in the microwave before I followed him to his car. I grabbed my medications and put on my shoes. Zal took his laptop and backpack, tossing them into the backseat once we were inside his black SUV.
“So, Dion’s dead…
That means I can go back to my place?” I asked.
“Nope,” Zal replied. “We’re going to mine. We’ll be each other’s alibis. Just in case. It probably won’t come to that, but it’s better to be safe. Okay p>
My hands were trembling when he took them, his warm blood-stained hands in mine. “Everything will be okay. He’s dead. I’m hoping he was also your stalker. But I’ll sort out the details later.” Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn.net
“Okay,” I replied meekly, letting him help me with my seatbelt.
I didn’t know how long we had been driving or where we were heading, but when we reached a modern townhouse by the edge of the city limit, I knew we had arrived.
“Come on, we’re here,” Zal said, grabbing his stuff as we entered his garage and he closed the door behind us. He opened my door and helped me with my seatbelt, noticing I was moving too slowly for his liking.
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He helped me settle into his bedroom before leaving me to rest. His phone was in his hand, and I could hear him cursing and yelling in another language at the other end of the line.
It must have been the adrenaline crash, but I found myself hugging my knees, feeling like I was on the verge of a breakdown. Zal’s shouting only made things worse, growing more intense by the second. Everything was crashing down around me—the fact that Dion was dead, and he might have been my stalker. What if there was evidence linking me to his death? Being in a gay relationship wasn’t the first thing on my mind when I was terrified I might be sent to jail for something I didn’t do.
“So fucked up…” I whispered over and over again, my tears falling uncontrollably, and I kept wiping them away.
“Oscar? Hey… you’re safe. You’re safe now.” Zal’s voice cut through my thoughts as he joined me on the bed. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. I sobbed like a child, wetting his shirt. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me go, so I stayed.
He leaned back against the headboard while I rested my head on his chest, and his hand softly caressed my back. I stopped sobbing, but he didn’t let me go. And being my stupid, desperate-for-love self, I inched closer and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Oscar p>
“Please,” I whispered, kissing him again.
This time, he opened his mouth, allowing me to kiss him deeper. He moaned, and I felt braver. I needed this. I needed to feel alive. But when I tried to reach for his zipper, his hand grabbed mine.