Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover!-Chapter 140: Let out the cat

My gaze drifted across the space to where William sat. He was on his phone, but he was typing too hard. His fingers were just flying over his keyboard, I looked opposite him and instantly suspected the reason behind his sudden deep concentration.

Kieran had left to make the "Healthy" drink. I scooted closer to William only to see that he’d not even been typing, he was just messing around on his calculator app. I knew I wasn’t good at math, but it didn’t seem like he was solving any equation either.

"So," I said, sliding even closer to him "How are things with you and Vince?"

William didn’t even glance up from his phone, "We broke up," He muttered under his breath.

I stared at him in pure disbelief "You... broke up? But why?"

Not that they had ever made it official, of course I didn’t say these words out because I still valued my life.

William turned to me, staring straight into my soul.

"Didn’t I tell you I’d make him fall for me and then break his heart? It’s my revenge." He took a long sip of his drink, "Sweet, isn’t it?"

"Huh?"I stared at him, then discreetly at Vince, who was trying very hard to look like he wasn’t watching William. He’d told me that, but I hadn’t thought he was serious about it.

"William," I said slowly, reaching out to hold his hand and clasping our fingers together. "Are you sure you’re not the one who got heartbroken?"

He smacked my arm, glaring deeply at me. "What do you take me for? Look at me, do I look like I got broken up with?"

I did look. There were faint dark circles beneath his eyes, but I kind of believed he initiated it, anf it was mainly because Vince was staring at him, and I recognized that look in his eyes quite well. Because I had seen it in Claude’s, and Kieran’s.

What the hell was wrong with all of Kieran’s friends, why did they all possess psycho traits?

" He keeps looking your way, I’m getting goosebumps" Instead of being worried, William actually looked satisfied.

"Wow, I can’t believe you actually did it."

A notification buzzed in William’s phone, it was a message from Vince. It read; We need to talk right now. Come outside.

"We need the bathroom," William announced suddenly, standing up too fast and grabbing my wrist along with him.

"We? But I’m not—"

"Yes you are," William grabbed my hand tighter, dragging me along with him.

The bathroom was more quiet compared to the club, and the silence got me thinking deeply again.

This peace and ease, was it what I was trying to achieve by not asking Kieran the right questions?

"Oliver, what’s wrong?" William asked.

I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to find the words. My reflection looked strained like I was trying to keep something fragile from breaking.

"Xander said something to me. About Kieran." I was slightly surprised that the words slipped from my mouth.

"What kind of something?"

I told William about the tutoring session, Kieran’s trick, and Xander’s warning. William’s expression instantly turned serious.

"That’s awful if it’s true," William breathed. "Oliver, you need to confront him."

"I can’t. I d-don’t know, I’m scared to know," I said honestly.

William was quiet for a moment. "The door at the end leads outside. Want some air?"

I nodded gratefully, and we walked out into the cool night. The alley behind Sol’s was dimly lit, scattered with empty bottles and cigarette butts.

William’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it and scowled. "Vince again."

"If you broke up with him, shouldn’t you block his number?"

"No way." William’s eyes lit up with mischief. "That wouldn’t be sweet. I need to see him groveling first. That’s how victory tastes best."

But even as he said it, I could see the way his thumb hovered over Vince’s name on the screen. Like he wanted to answer but was forcing himself not to.

Silly boy.

"Will—" I started when movement caught my eye. A figure in a yellow hoodie was walking down the opposite end of the alley.

My blood turned to ice.

"William," I whispered, grabbing his arm.

"What?"

I knew that hoodie!

"It’s him," I said, already moving. "The guy who burned our house."

William’s head snapped up instantly.

The figure must have heard us because suddenly he turned in our direction and then he was running.

"Hey!" William shouted, and we both took off after him.

My head pounded with each step, but adrenaline pushed me forward.

William was faster than me, his longer legs eating up the distance. He tackled the guy near the mouth of the alley, both of them going down hard on the asphalt with a grunt of pain, but William didn’t release his grip.

"Got him!" William panted as I caught up.

I grabbed the guy by his shirt, hauling him to his feet. Up close, he was younger than I’d seen from the security footage, maybe early twenties with greasy hair and hollowed eyes.

"Why did you burn my house?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and exhaustion.

He shook his head, his gaze shifting from me to William. "Fuck off, you’ve got the wrong person, I don’t know what you’re talking about."

William’s fist connected with the guy’s jaw, snapping his head back. "Wrong answer."

William punched him again, and again until even I got worried.

I didn’t want my best friend to murcee anyone.

"Okay, okay!" The guy held up his hands, blood trickling from his split lip. "I was paid to do it! But I don’t know who it was!"

Paid?

Who the hell would give him money to hurt us, mom and I didn’t make enemies that would hate us that deeply.

"What do you mean you don’t know? Answer me!" I tightened my grip on his shirt.

He said nothing and William squared his fist again.

"W-Wait!" He cried "I really don’t know, they gave me a lot of money, and told me which house to hit."

I pulled out my phone, it was better to allow the police handle this issue, as though the thug was aware of my plans, he started to trash against William’s grip.

"Don’t call the police!"

"Then, tell us who sent you!" William growled out at him angrily.

" I told you I don’t..." He paused, his eyes turning frantic, "I just knew that they made a weird command, that a p-particular room should not be destroyed, m-maybe there’s some type of attachment."

William and I exchanged glances.

A particular room?

The only place that had less wreckage in our house was my room.

Indeed, that was a strange command. I didn’t want to think it, but my knees were threatening to give out and the air suddenly felt colder.

It couldn’t be.

The person I loved most in the world... He had tried to destroy my family?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​