Chapter 32 YOU ARE FREE
\[CAIUS HOUSE\]
Crash.
The television fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Bonnie walked to the broken part of the television. She took the metal part and slammed it on the table. The glass table shattered into pieces.
"I won't let it happen. Not under my watch!" She knelt beside the broken table.
She raised her hand, her eyes dark with intent.
"Argh!" she yelled, shoving her hand deep into the pieces.
"It can't happen! No!"
Tears began rolling down her cheeks. She picked up her phone, and the picture of Drexton and Ixora hugging was on the screen.
Her blood mixed with the shattered glass.
That girl had no right to hug Drexton.
The door creaked open.
Stacy walked in.
She gasped.
"Bonnie," she rushed to her.
Bonnie's tears were still slipping, and a smile formed on her lips. One hand was wounded. The other had her phone in her hand. Tears and then a smile. She looked like a completely deranged woman.
"Get up," Stacy said, helping her up.
"Drexton is mine. No one else has the right to look at him. And that girl, she went as far as hugging him," Bonnie muttered, her tone laced with venom.
"Get a grip on yourself!" Stacy yelled.
"No. I will end that girl. She is trying to take what's mine. I will—"
A slap flew across her cheek.
"Get a grip! Okay," Stacy yelled, grabbing her chin.
"What the fuck has gotten over you? And because of whom? Drexton? Come on, you are more than that!" Stacy yelled again, forcefully releasing her chin.
"You have no right to shout at me! Have you seen the picture?" Bonnie fetched her phone. "Have you?!" She showed the picture to Stacy.
"This? You shouldn't let something as easy as this get to you. You are Bonnie. Caius is your father, and Lorraine. You shouldn't let this girl be a problem for you," Stacy said.
Bonnie raised her brow. "What do you mean?"
"Let's get your wounds treated first," she said, and led Bonnie to her room.
She took out the first aid and began dressing her wound.
"What have you done to yourself? Can't believe you trashed your house because of that simpleton," Stacy muttered, wrapping a bandage around the wound.
"I couldn't handle seeing them hugging. Drexton, aside from fucking bitches, does not have anything to do with ladies. He's just as crazy as Maddox and Jaxon."
As soon as Maddox was mentioned, Stacy felt something coming out of her middle. Her wetness. She admits she was scared of Maddox, but when she thought about the gun down her throat, her crazy fantasies rolled in. She imagined his dick deep down her throat instead of the gun. That thought alone made her insanely wet.
Bonnie snapped her finger, reeling her back to reality. "What are you thinking?"
Stacy chuckled. "It's nothing. About the picture, how were you able to get it?"
"You know how insecure I felt with Ixora and Drexton at the office. So, I hired a spy to keep an eye on them. It came in handy after all," Bonnie said, rubbing her right hand fingers together.
"That just gave me an idea," Stacy said, a smirk forming on her lip.
"Fill me in."
"Remember the model at the agency. The one whose jaw dropped when staring at you," Stacy said.
"Oh, the weirdo," Bonnie said, sassiness etched in her voice.
"He might come in handy," Stacy said, her smirk increasing the more.
"What do you mean?" Bonnie asked, giving her attention.
Stacy tapped her forehead. "You are smart."
Bonnie slowly traced her gaze to the floor, going into thinking mode.
Her crazy smirk formed on her lips when she understood the plan.
"Wow, why didn't I think of it a long time ago?"
"You can thank me with a good dick." Stacy smiled.
"Already on it," Bonnie said, tapping on her phone.
"Drexton belongs to only me, and anyone who tries to get in my way—"
\[HELL DEVILS HIDEOUT\]
Drexton was lying on the bed, still unconscious from the syringe. A wire was connected to his wrist as he was currently undergoing a blood transfusion.
His palm had been bandaged. Joanna stopped crying not long ago. She was sitting beside him while holding his hand. She wished she'd be able to take away their pain, suffering and sorrow. Watching them grow into broken men has done nothing but hurt her heart.
She loved them as much as she'd love her own son, but for the revenge part, she was totally against it. Ixora did nothing wrong to them. She had tried to reason with them, make them see it from her perspective, but they were hell-bent on ruining the poor girl's life.
She wouldn't stop trying to convince them. Maybe one day, they might finally agree with her.
She stood, pressed her lip on Drexton's forehead, before leaving the room.
On climbing down the stairs, she met Maddox and Jaxon. It was very visible on their faces that they were worried. Whenever they had this type of look on their faces, it meant that their hatred for Ixora had just multiplied.
"Stop the hatred," she said, going closer to them.
Jaxon exhaled. "We are not in the mood for your supporters' speech," he said, and stood.
"Why can't you people see that what you are doing isn't right? I bet she has no idea why Drexton is after her. Stop Drexton," she said, lowering her tone, pleading with them.
"You know," Maddox started, twirling the cigarette stick in between his fingers, his eyes fixed on it. "The reason I haven't ended her life is because of Drex," he snapped his gaze at Joanna. "Going after her parents would be no fun," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his words.
"We aren't even the ones going after her."
"You should talk to Drex. He might listen to you," her voice came out barely inaudible.
"And have him forget all the things that were done to him. You are the one who chose to raise him. You knew his story and still chose to because you took pity on him. The Castellan completely ruined his life. He is now a monster because of them, and you are here siding with a Castellan. As long as their bloodline carries that name, they are on our list of destruction," Jaxon said, his voice growing deep with anger.
He took out a pipe and a lighter from his pocket.
Joanna shifted her gaze to Maddox. The look on his face was enough to shut her up. She sighed, knowing they'd never listen to her. If she still wants them to be on good terms with her, then she should drop the topic. It would be better to discuss it with Drexton.
A loud crashing sound came from Drexton's room.
The three exchanged glances amongst themselves.
"He is awake," Maddox muttered, and they rushed to his room.
They pushed the door open, and truly, he was awake. He had already removed the blood-transfusing wire that fell to the ground. He wanted to lose the bandage before they walked in.
"Drexton," Joanna called in a caring tone.
Drexton ignored her, trying to get rid of the bandage. He despises treating his wounds. He prefers it to stay untreated forever.
"Drex," she whispered, holding his hand.
Drexton's hand slipped from the bandage.
"Please, don't take it off," she pleaded.
He paused and hummed a reply.
Joanna's lips went broad with a smile.
He shifted his eyes to the clock and saw it was a few minutes to nine. He stood up.
"Drexton, where are you going?" she asked. "You have not recovered."
"Outhouse," Drexton replied.
He exchanged glances with Maddox and Jaxon. Their way of saying 'welcome back'.
Joanna's smile faltered on understanding he was going to meet up with Ixora and torment the poor girl who had just been through a lot.
Her bitchy best friend had just attempted to take the poor girl's life.
"Drexton. Think of it. The girl did nothing wrong."
Maddox groaned.
"Thought we discussed this some seconds ago. Why bring it up again? I will say it here. I wouldn't have anything to do with her supporters," Maddox stated in that final voice.
Joanna's eyes went wide in shock.
"Maddox."
Maddox didn't reply but stared back at her, coldly.
She turned to Drexton, who was already at the door.
"Drexton."
"Do whatever you like. You are free."
Like that, he walked out.