Chapter 9 Rule number one!
I shook my head, stunned, why was he holding that dangerous weapon at the man opposite him. I covered my mouth petrified to watch in anticipation. Gentlemen shouldn't hold such disturbing object.
Quickly, I opened the window and stood on the balcony, trying to call out to him but my voice faded. The flail on my window was caused by trickles from rain.
It sprinkles like showers and stopped almost immediately. Though the weather wasn't welcoming. Perhaps, the cloud halt the downpour just to witness the next action of ravyen. Unfortunately, he wasn't hearing me neither did he turn around to just look at my eyes.
He shouldn't be doing this. I didn't blame his victim for standing still because any attempt to run would still send him to the grave. How pathetic! Wasn't he hurt? Shouldn't he be at the hospital. Curiously, I anticipated his next action.
He cocks the gun, standing sturdy and power filled. He was a distance away, somewhere like a field. His mansion was quite accommodating and would fit for a resort. To think that he was the only one in this place makes me wonder if he had never been lonely.
Although, he had maids and servants but family matters because their love and care was different
I was scared, perhaps he wasn't a gentleman afterall. I only caught glimpse of his back view, his long white hair dangling freely behind him. He seems perfectly fine and I couldn't get a lucid picture of his face and so I couldn't determine his expression.
He was wearing casuals, a dark pant and T-shirt. Since we met, dark outfits had been his close ally. I haven't seen a different color on him except for his unusual white hair.
It makes him look like a sexy angel who lost his way on earth but then away from describing him to my heart content. This man was about shooting his victim in front of him.
To my notice, the man opposite ravyen wasn't scared and then I heard the gunshot again. Shivering, I shot my eyes not willing to witness the death of someone killed by someone I know or barely know.
It was suddenly replaced by an applaud and when I opened my eyes, the man opposite ravyen was still standing and holding a bird in his hand.
I was thrill almost collapsing as I held the stool of the window. That was almost close. I over exaggerated, he wouldn't dare to harm anyone. He was quite good as the man gave him a thumbs up, appreciating his shooting skills.
I couldn't hear what they were saying but when ravyen rolled his eyes at me, I was glued at that spot, speechless and void of thoughts. He suddenly had a cold and stern look. Was he annoyed or that's how his facial appearance was?
Nevertheless, he was hot and his aura commend power. The way he tread closer with authority made me stiffen. I realized my grip on the rail and rubbed my chest which almost exploded. Not bad, at least he was good with riffles just for his games.
He suddenly raised the ruffle at me, let out a sided smile. I widen my eyes, unable to move. What was wrong with him? Did he want to get back at me for last night? It was accidental.
I wave my head at him not. Tears had clouded my eyes. The young man beside him suddenly called out;
"Boss?"
It was as though he was scared for me also judging from the tone in his voice. Ravyen paid no heed. At least, Ivan wouldn't want me dead but he wants me dead. To worsen it, I was stuck to where I stood, jittery and embittered.
I could neither feel my heartbeat. My past life was flashing pass my eyes and anyone in my shoes would think of one thing, to make heaven if it were real.
Before my very eyes, he shot directly at me but I didn't feel any pain except the fact that a bird came landing on my feet. It struggled to breath, flapping its wings and then died.
"Jesus Christ!" I screamed almost stumbling back.
He got me and that was far more than expected. How could he try pulling my legs? I thought I would die!
I nodded my head, annoyed yet scared. My whole body shook and I couldn't feel my weight.
"Ariana?" He called and when I turned to face him, I almost slapped him. I was glaring at him as I flung his hand away from me. If only I had my way. Shouldn't he be apologizing? All men must be the same, never finding fault in their actions.
He had come to meet me over here, attempting to raise me up. I was trying to grab my breath. Thanks to the shock he gave me this morning. If that was fun for him, it wouldn't be for others.
The man he was with earlier was downstairs holding the riffle and taking peeks of us.
I was fuming at him as he tugged his hands in his pockets, lean his face closer to mine, i teied to bury any sensation that lingers in my heart.
Then came his saying like a tutor.
"Rule number three Ariana, don't hold back when it hurts, just do what your heart says"
"Okay" I responded and quickly punched him on the face, his nose precisely.
"Fuck!" He screeches ducking his head slightly and then I took a glance at the man downstairs, I noticed he was shocked by my reaction.
His nose was bleeding. I didn't know my punch was that hard. Although, I flinched, I had just caused another injury on him. How would the rest of this relationship be? Well he caused it! That was just what I used in comforting myself.
Deep in my heart, I loathe myself for being vile and I wished to touch where it hurts, heal it up quickly but then I kept a straight face like I don't care. His words made me do it, was I wrong?
He raised his head at me, giving me a daring glare.
"What was that for?" He spat attempting not to raise his voice at me but he was furious, wiping off the blood and jabbing his teeth to digest the pain. He stuttered back, his rage burning at me. I wouldn't let me have his way as Ivan, even though he was only assisting.
I folded my arms and drew closer to him like a vicious human, trying to scare off her victim.
"Rule number one rayven, learn to apologize when you're wrong!"