Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

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.