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I didn’t expect people would check this book. I actually didn’t write this book seriously and currently I only have three chapters. And I also didn’t edit this book.

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Fault Recrimination

002 The Thrilling of Waiting

River kept his eyes on the Silvestre as the intimidating human being trod to the main entrance where it was leading to the massive main door from where he had came. A frown of confusion lightly engraved on his face when he noticed the Silvestre was all alone by himself despite his almighty status.

Living as a De Avila he mostly perceived with a sight of his old man always encompassing by his minders especially when he left the main house. Minders seemed an important thing for his family and even his older brother had his own minders or surbodinates to protect himself. And it was not only ended there because River himself had his own minders, they were trailing and fortifying behind him.

"Where he's going?" River asked reverting his eye to the bartender that was preparing a drink for his patron.

"Why?" The bartender questioned nonchalantly before he propelled a ready liquor to a waiting young man as he had no intention to provide another information for River. Another information slipped from his lips meant he indirectly put himself into tribulation with the gang.

"When does he come back?" Utterly shut one's eyes to the bartender's inquiry, River bambarded the older man with another question, though the older man's lips thinned in a straight line, deadly adamant with his perspective.

A few minutes later, the bartender completely neglected the young man for his work. River's orbs wandered around the jumbled dance floor while every so often his gaze would retrograde to the main entrance for his intimidating prey.

After almost two hours River stayed put at the bar, he groaned in a great irritation and comtemplated either he needed to wait for him for a few more minutes or went home and ditched his master plan. But the most important thing was, if he walked out of this place, he were absolutely done.

Leonardo De Avila was the next heir to run Santiago De Avila's empire. Despite the fact Leonardo was a busy man to handle and comprehended with his family's empire he still had some time to keep track of his only little brother.

However, his little brother on the other side was not fond with Leonardo's attentiveness like right now. River knew when he first stepped out of the building, his brother's hired guards would drag him to their main house and this day would be the last day he drove a car by his own hands.

River was certain that his brother would tighten up his surveillance on himself and he would never step his foot inside the building again and also missed his only chance to take a revenge on his target. Therefore, by hook or by crook he needed to confront Enrique Silvestre before the minders dragged him to his brother.

"Where the hell is your boss?" River muttered under his breath in the same time he fixed his eyes on the main entrances and to his worthwhile, the intimidating man came into his view.

"Finally." River sighed loudly. His gaze shortly glued on the man's stoice face before he partically ran accross the wild dance floor and when he was about to grasp the arm of the intimidating man, in a blink of an eye he was powerfully slammed into a wall.

"F***." A faint whimpered of curse escaped River's lips when his chest collided into the hard wall to cause him felt slightly breathless. Luckily, his head barely got hit against the wall thought his lower lip was already burst with trickled blood when it was jabbed in between the wall and his teeth.

"The f***, man. Let's me go." River hissed in pain as his burst lower lip slightly teared when he spoke. He could feel a large, cold hand was tightly wrapped around his nape. It was the hand of the devil himself.

"Sweet blood, De Avila." The deep, husky voice breathed behind his ear. It was thickened with desire and somehow River felt his blood rushed in delirium.

"Then, do you want to have a taste of it?" River trailed off as he impelled himself to turn around but the grip around his nape became tighter when the words passed his lips.

"My pleasure." The young man gave a little shiver when the dark, erotic voice breathed against his exposed neck. His back felt hot with their close proximity and when a cold, wet tongue licked the back of his ear, subconsciously a breathless moan escaped his lips.

River's heart was beating frantically, his face flushed in embarrassment to hear his own little whimper. In the meantime he lost in his baffled thought, the big hand left his nape.

In the moment River felt his bare skin had lost the coldness of the Silvestre, swiftly he spun around towards the intimidating man but to his disappointment his gaze met nothing but the wild dance floor.

"F***." He muttered under his breath. The unexpected scene infuriated him as he was predicting a figure of the dangerous man. A dangerous man that could help him to carry on his mission.

A few seconds passed after River cursed to his own stupidity, he took a deep breath and decided to approach the buff guards at the door. He was desperated for Silvestre, either he confronted the buff guards or he put an end to his plan.

"I'm De—" River's voice stopped in the middle as his eyes widened in surprise. One of the guard practically pressed the open button for him while his face constantly showing nothing but ruthless.

Reluctantly, River marched inside the empty elevator and when the door shut, he slumped into the shining floor with a pale face. He sat on cold floor with uncontrolled breath for the next step of his master plan.

When the elevator door alerted its stop in a faint ding sound, River forcibly dragged his trembled body on his feet and jerked a fake, flirtatious smile. No matter what happened he needed to make sure his plan would go smoothly as he had planned.

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