Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Cecil might be in the protection of the Falcon gang but he didn’t believe that was the same case for Pedro. What man would care for a boy that wasn’t his? If he can’t get Cecil to give him his son, he would have to convince Pedro to come to him.
He was not named “stubborn Bull” for no reason. Yes, the Falcon Gang was powerful but everyone had a weakness and he would find out theirs. He never gives up!
Now the adrenaline was gone, Fernandez calmed down and took in the spectacle he had made of his room. Damn it! There was a lot of damage.
He could replace the ruined property but he hated a dirty environment, so he picked his phone to make a call when he noticed someone walk into his room, more like the stranger strolled into his room casually as if it was his garden.
“The information wasn’t wrong, you do have a nasty temper,” the man said with a chuckle.
“Who are you?” Fernandez asked, his heart almost leaping out of his throat. The first thought that came to his mind was the Falcon Gang. Had they come to finish him off – he escaped during that fight.
“Relax,” The man said clearing the dust off the sofa in the luxurious hospital room and plopped down, crossing one leg over the other, “I’m a friend,”
Fernandez didn’t believe him at first and was about to call on his men when he decided to reason it out. An assassin sent to finish him off would not come for talks and he hadn’t sensed any malevolent intent from him.
“What do you want?” He asked cautiously. No matter what, he still had to be careful since he had no idea who this man was.
“I believe we have a common enemy,” the man said.
“Enemy?”
“Valentino Armani aka Sakuzi,” He revealed.
At the mention of that name, a smirk slowly emerged and curved Fernandez’s lips to the side. It seems the heavens have finally heard his prayers. Sensing a deal that was about to favor his life, he walked over and sat across from the man,
“What did Sakuzi do to you?” Fernandez asked, staring him straight in the eyes. For this man to come to him, something great must have happened.
“Your question should be, what did he take from me?”
“What did Sakuzi take from you?” Fernandez rephrased his question.
“My brother,” the man said.
“Your brother?” His brow raised questioningly.
“Gerald,”
The third point of view:
“How do you feel babe?” Isabella asked, leaning against the restroom door with a concerned look. She didn’t mean to upset his stomach, she had wanted him to enjoy her food cooked with love.
“Like my anus is on fire,” He groaned in response from the toilet.
“Take it easy please,” Isabella pleaded, wishing there was a way she could wave a magic ward and end the misery – she put him in.
Her heart felt like someone had squeezed it tight, this was the first time she was this worried about someone.
She checked her phone, it was almost an hour since he went in. It had been quite an effort getting him back to the base since he literally stools almost every five minutes.
“I’m so sorry,” Isabella told him sincerely. If only there was a way she could somehow take his place.
“It’s alright,” Pedro said from inside, “I know it’s not your fault nor did you want it to end this way. You just wanted a romantic date,”
Isabella smiled, of course, Pedro was always warm and understanding – he was the opposite of her. That was what attracted her to him; she was curious about his innocence. How could someone be so grown and yet so gullible – she had thought.
Pedro was tall, handsome, and well-built. To be honest, he looked like your everyday attractive high-school sweetheart as described in teen novels yet turns out to be nothing but a jock. With seven years gone, Isabella had thought he would change and become a bully like the popular kids at school do, who knew he grew up more compassionate and sweet – Cecil did a good job with him.
“I’m not cooking after this,” Isabella promised him
“ThankGod,” He sounded relieved but somehow that comment hurt Isabella because she had been hoping to do something different for him.
But it seems Pedro was not through with his words.
“I would have said so but you’ve shown interest in cooking already, it would be a shame to stop halfway,”
A glimmer of hope erupted in Isabella’s heart, what could he be suggesting.
“So I’ll simply teach you how to cook. We’d make it our date and have so much fun together,” He told her.
“Really?”
“Of course,” He quickly added, “But that would be after extinguishing the fire in my anus,”
The both of them chuckled and after that, silence reigned. Although her legs ached, Isabella refused to sit and waited patiently. Moments later, she heard a click and the door opened to reveal Pedro.
She stood to her full height abruptly, “Are you okay now?”
“I think I can sit now without returning to the toilet a second later,” He tried not to amuse Isabella but the whole thing was funny hence he couldn’t stop the soft chuckle that escaped her lips – a peal of laughter that blessed his heart.
“You should rest,” Isabella helped him to the bed and began to tuck him in.
“You’re treating me like a baby,” Pedro claimed, with her whole gentle demeanor.
This was not her and Pedro couldn’t believe he was asking for her old self back when he had asked for this side for a long time. He means, seeing this soft side of hers was refreshing, but it feels misfit. He was now accustomed to the fierce Isabella.
And yes, Isabella gave him a flirty answer, “Because you’re my baby,” she looked him straight in the eyes asking, “Aren’t you my baby?”
“A-hem!” Pedro coughed and looked away as his face heated up, this was so embarrassing. Even without saying it out loud, Isabella was the dominant person in this relationship and no matter how he tries, he feels like he’s being treated as her girlfriend.
Suddenly there came a knock on the door and Isabella thinking it was his Mother Cecil who had come to see her son, said, “Come in,”