CHAPTER 144 (Second-Gen)

CHAPTER 144 (Second-Gen)
Axel's eyes were literally sparkling, as he looked around.

"How is it ?" Peyton asked.

Axel smiles brightly" It's beautiful "He replied, and walked towards another painting.

Peyton smiled, and watched him. His been at it for an hour, and he didn't look like he was planning on slowing down anytime soon.

Axel turned around to look at Peyton who's been following him at every corner of the gallery.

"Can I get one of them?" He asked.

Peyton was a bit surprised, but didn't let it show. He chuckled lightly.

"Yes, you can, but can you afford ?" He asked, and smiled.

Axel blinked "It can't be that expensive" He said, and walked to one of them. He looked at it, and smiled.

"The cheapest in the gallery is worth Two million" He said while looking at the painting that Axel was paying the most attention to, and Axel froze.

His blue eyes were wide in shock as he stared at Peyton. He couldn't believe what he had heard. How can a painting be so expensive?

"What?" He whispered in disbelief.

Peyton moved closer to the painting, and smiled. He looked up, and down, before turning to face Axel.

"This painting that you're admiring is called Dream. The painter is actually a close friend of mine, but you see this painting is worth Seventy Million" He explained.

Axel's breath got caught in his throat. Seventy fucking Million?! That is like his entire networth.

How good is this painter, that he could sale his paintings at millions?

Peyton placed his hand on his shoulder "Still want to buy it?" He asked, and Axel glared at him.

He stormed out of the gallery, and Peyton followes from behind with his hands tucked in his pants pocket.

He found Axel leaning against his car with his eyes on the ground. His shoulders slumped as he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Peyton sighed, and stood in front of him. He placed his hands on his shoulders, and whispered.

"Look at me" A rare look of tenderness in his eyes.

Axel slowly looked up, his eyes locked with Peyton's. Peyton was shocked to see his eyes puffy, and red like he was stop himself from crying.

"Did you want the painting that bad?" He asked in disbelief. Amazed at how someone would cry all because of a painting.

Peyton was a lover of art himself, in fact his room had quite alot of beautiful art pieces. One's that were ridiculously expensive.

Axel sighed, and looked away. He was about to speak when he suddenly burst into tears, which caught Pey of guard.

He quickly moved closer to him, and pulled him into his arms. Axel wrap his arms around Peyton, and cried bitter.

Peyton his car, and quickly got inside the car with him. They ended up in the passenger sit with Axel crying bitterly on his lap.

He kept whispering soothing words, as he rubbed his back. His body was trembling violently, and buried his face in Peyton's neck.

"It's alright. It's gonna be okay. You'll be okay" He whispered while rocking his like a baby.

An hour later, Axel who was still straddling Peyton had finally calmed down, but was still hiccuping. His head on his shoulder. His expression blank, and so was his mind.

His heart was bleeding and he felt like jumping of a cliff at that moment. He hated feeling like this, it made him feel like he was a spoilt brat, but it was nothing like that.

He sighed softly, and closed his eyes. He had to find a way to numb the pain even if it's just for a few moments. Ju... st for a while....



Nadia dragged a chair, and placed it in front of Patrick who was drenched in sweat, his nose had stopped bleeding but it still hurt like a bitch. It was giving him a headache. The handcuffs that were used to bind him to the chair was digging into his wrists.

Nadia put on that sweet smile of her, Patrick trembled in fear. His heard so many stories about her, the number of killings she's done, and how dark is said to be.

He's only known her for a while so he wouldn't know if the rumors are true or not. But, one things for sure, she's a beast. Someone who can ran that fast isn't normal.

"Patrick, or do you prefer I call you Diana?" She asked, and Patrick's eyes widened. His face turned pale, and more sweat poured down his face.

"H.. How did yo.. u know? Nobody knows a this ot....."

"Than that clinic in the underworld? Pat, you of all people should know that shit that's associated with the underworld are never one hundred percent accurate" Nadia said, and sighed.

Patrick looked at Nadia's suspiciously" What do you want from me? Is it about the money? I don't have it, okay? I used some of it to open the bakery, and to pay for my surgery!! "He said, and tried to yank on the handcuffs.

" And the rest of it? "Nadia asked, and he immediately went quiet.

Nadia smirked at his hesitation. It was quite obvious that he still had the money, she wanted to intimate him a bit more, but she had other things to take care off.

" Relax, I'm not after your money" She leaned forward, and placed her elbows on her knees. Her eyes stayed on his face, not wavering for a second "I'm sure that you've heard of someone called A, right? In fact my sources told me that you worked for him" She said, and tilted her head.

Patrick's face twist in pure terror. He started shocking his head "No, no no. I don't know anything. Please don't get me involved!!! I don't want to get involved!!" Tears started falling down his face, which surprised Nadia.

"I just wa.."

"No, won't tell!! I swore that I wouldn't say anything. If I did they'll kill me!! He'll kill me!!" He started yelling, and that ticked Nadia off.

She lifted on of her legs, and in an explosive power kicked him right in the stomach. Patrick, and the chair moved back a couple of meters before finally stopping.

He coughed his guts out, and gasped for air, as the pain from the kicked traveled across his body, causing him to tremble.

Nadia placed her hands either side of his head, and glared at him.

"Listen, I don't give a fuck what oath you made when you worked for A, but what I care about is what you'll tell me about him. Cause whether you tell me or not will decide your fate. Right now you are in my turf meaning that I'll kill you first before A does. So start talking!! "She threatened him.

Patrick knew she was right. If he kept quiet he'd die in here, but if he did S would definitely came for his head. But he knew what he had to do to stay alive for now.