Chapter 330: Chapter 332

332 Art As Crazy

“I am sure Billy told me he took my blood. That’s why I never paid attention to it.” I was briskly walking

towards the exit after he made a plan for Walsh’s abduction. Whatever was bringing these monsters to

harm me seemed like one big plan. They had to work together.

“We thought we had sorted everything out. This Walsh guy must know Poppy and Billy,” Lazlo agreed

with my theory. The fact that Poppy knew I wasn’t Maynard’s mate and she didn’t abduct me for

revenge should have been the very first sign that there was more to the story than she was claiming.

“Please take care.” Before I could walk away, Lazlo held my hand and wished me the best of luck. His

eyes shimmered with concern, and it shook my heart.

“I will,” I said, passing him a smile. I walked away in the direction of my destination. Standing alone on

the road, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched. If he has come for me, he will definitely have

a word with me. I watched him get into his car when I ran out of the exit.

Just when his car came into view, I bent over with my arm wrapped around my stomach and my face

faorming a frown.

“Oh God! This pain!” I almost let out a cry while pretending to be in pain. He drove past me without

stopping once. I was going to give up when he backed down and slowly came to a halt in front of me.

“Hey,” he said as he rolled down the window. His eyes were so black that I had never seen anything

that black before. They were deep when there was no other color. His thin lips and

strong jawline made him look stern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, staring me dead in the eye.

“I am not.” It took me a minute to respond to him. I don’t know what it was, but it felt weird looking at

him. His aura was dark and deceptive.

“Do you need help? I can drop you off at the hospital,” He offered me help, and I instantly nodded my

help, looking in desperate need of support.

“Thank you,” I said, walking all the way from the back to the passenger seat. The instant I rolled inside,

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, his tyre popped off.

“Shit!” he growled a complaint, getting out of his car to check on the tire. It was my doing, but he would

never guess why! would do such a thing. I lacked motive. He didn’t know I was onto him.

“What happened?” | got out of the car and asked him. He looked worried as hell.

“Dammit!” kicking the tire, he looked my way and then raised his brow at me, “I can get you a cab.

Don’t worry about it,” he had only pulled his phone out when I screamed and bent over. He was

compelled to drop his phone on the seat next to the open door and rush over to support me on my feet.

The moment he wrapped his arms around my body, I knew that was the person who drugged me on

the island.

“You seem to be in a lot of pain. How do you want me to help you? You can rest in the car while I get

you help,” he suggested, and I faintly nodded my head. He carried me and opened the backseat door,

this time to lie me down. The

moment he did that, he let out a little sigh.

“I got played, didn’t I?” The smile on his face faded when he raised his face and watched me smile

back at him.

“You thought you could fool me twice?” I smirked. He got the idea. When Maynard appeared and hit

him on the head with a log, his body leaned back and he attempted to flee the car. He dropped right in

the backseat while I jumped away and out of the other side of the car.

“Nobody saw.” Lazlo got in the front seat, whilst Maynard took the passenger seat. Christina had

already prepared the cabin for our arrival. I had one last thing to do.

“Ahh!” | closed my eyes and raised my hands, fixing the tire. It took us less than a few seconds to get

out of there. The last time anybody saw him was when he got into his car willingly and drove out of the

academy.

Now that we took him to the cabin and laid him down, we stared at him blankly.

“Tie him up,” I told Lazlo, stepping away.

“I don’t know how much he is going to talk. He seems pretty stubborn.” Maynard scratched the back of

his neck while commenting on Walsh.

“But you haven’t even talked to him. How do you know he is stubborn?” Christina frowned, tapping her

foot on the floor.

“He is stubborn, or else he should have just left Enya on the road and gone on his way.” Maynard was

truly something else. We never understood him whenever he got too excited.

“So, who is going to torture him?” Christina asked causally, tying her hair up and not acknowledging the

quizzical stares both the boys were giving her.

“What? You didn’t think he would start talking on his own, did you?” Christina pulled her eyebrows

together when questioning the boys.

“Torturing? We can bluff him,” Lazlo suggested.

He knew the torture we were talking about wasn’t some two slaps-a-punch kind of deal. We must go

hard on him.

“I will do it,” I offered, and noticed the little frown on Lazlo’s forehead.

“What do you know about torturing someone?” he questioned, trying not to look at me. I don’t know

what it was about him, but there were times he looked at me as if he was questioning me.

“It is not hard. I have seen people torture us,” I stated, as I walked over to the kitchen to grab some

knives. I was done becoming a victim and watching these monsters come for me. I can take care of

anything now.