The last part of Wills' ordeal is here. Dear father James is here to shower all his love..

Go have a read.

(There's a surprise for you in the end 😉).

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Feeling a bit fresher, I take leave from the hell fire named Interrogation Room for the last time and head straightaway to Father's office.

One knock and his 'come in' came almost instantly. God please don't let him start anything inside his office. Just let it be one of those days where he passes orders and I go out and follow them. Doing anything at this holy place in front of his eyes feels ten times tenser.

I entered, saluted and stood straight.

There's always a heap of folders on his side table. His 'Outgoing' and 'Incoming' lots are always sky-touching. But the 'pending' lot is always empty - maximum of two or three folders there which I'm sure must be waiting for something after his own work is done.

Me and Nick are the ones who visit his office the most since he is the senior Training Officer and me - well I have a lot of business with him. Mostly I enter inside more than once to get my ears washed thoroughly. And since my eyes are always below the level of his own, I have seen carefully all the folders there, even counted them in my brain a hundred times to calm my nerves. And since it's my job to report him daily, I know that one folder doesn't stay for more than one day in his office.

That's what I admire about him. That's what I aspire to become. He is the epitome of perfection as I've seen. Be it his sons' school meetings, his own training, responsibility of 180 cadets or this shit ton of paperwork, he's never lagging behind what is expected from him.

Never in my life have I seen him cutting a sorry figure because he got late or didn't do a job given to him at all. While me and Nick fail miserably unlike him, he wants both of us to get better by pin pointing at every little mistake and ensuring that we don't repeat it.

He rubbed his hands over his forehead - a sign that he's exhausted with all the paperwork. There was still a big bundle left, and knowing him, he won't step out till he's done. I wanted to tell him to take a break and come back after sometime but I'd never come between him and his work.

There was a knock on his door. His one sided see-through glass showed a guy standing outside with a cup in a tray.

"Fifteen minutes." Father said looking at him and the guy turned around on his heels. He is in no mood to get disturbed. Thank god, I'll have atleast fifteen minutes to breathe peacefully.

Hardly fifteen seconds would have gone by, there was another knock. I looked at the door. The same guy stood there with the same cup in the same tray. The only thing that was different was - his expression. That was a suicidal move and he knew it.

I flicked my eyes from him to father. And I wasn't wrong. He was looking at the door murderously, as if the person standing on the other side could see. Well, technically that guy knew that he's being ordered death, hence the fear on his face and tremble in his hands.

Before father could do anything, his phone rang up. "I said fifteen minutes." Father repeated his words but with pressed lips, and waited for a long time before speaking again.

"Fine." Moving the speaker away, he called out a loud 'Come in.' The guy held his breath, walked in, offered him the coffee, turned around and ran away.

That was world's best coffee, Flynn's speciality. He claims ' the aroma can melt any stone hearted person's stomach' and I've always laughed his joke off. But not today. Father lost all his anger with the same aroma and was now speaking softly.

"Thanks. I needed this." I have always suspected Flynn. He is someone he doesn't show his real self to anyone, except father. I'm damn sure that somehow both these men are related to each other in more than just one manner. I can't afford to start a secret investigation but I wish to know about it someday.

It's funny how father would never let anyone see his weakness. He would never tell anyone that he's tired. But look at him. Flynn has taken care of all of us like our mother. And this man is no exception.

I must have smiled like a baby because what I heard next got me back into 'autocontrol' mode.

"Yes, Wills is here. A few moments away from showing his shiny teeth." The glare that accompanied told me that the longer this call goes, the better will be my survival.

And has luck ever been on my side? The speaker was down the very next moment.

"You prefer smiling at times you should behave like a dead deer, don't you?" He said sipping.

I gulped down, not knowing how to answer that question.

"Your seniors didn't teach you to wipe your smile off?" He asked.

"They did, sir." I replied knowing damn well what is coming to me soon.

"Well then may be your Boss wasn't good enough to teach you that you don't smile when your Superboss is getting smoked. I'll kill you if you say you don't know what I'm talking about." He was partly annoyed, partly amused.

"During chess, at Kadner sir's place, sir." I stuttered.

"Did he make you pay for it?" "No, sir."

"Atleast he was wise to treat you as a guest. But you? You behaved like some king visiting a newly conquered land." There it goes.

"Knowing Kadner, he'd teach you a nice lesson that will keep your lips sealed for the next time. But for now, you need to remember that I don't tolerate any form of disrespect to your seniors, though they are the ones who failed to teach you this during your orientation." His coffee was almost over and his rejuvenated state was beaming all his anger at me.

"You'll go back to where you should learn the basics - the hostel. You have eight hours. I want all the washrooms shining as white as your teeth. If there's a single corner of any tile that I find dirty, you'll spend lot many days cleaning the whole hostel. Dismissed." He didn't even look at me while dismissing me.

"Yes sir." I saluted and rushed to change and get on the job. Eight hours to clean all the washrooms? Even the janitor gets twelve hours!

I really need to control my expressions, specially when father is around.

I scrubbed the tiles using all four of my limbs. It was one of those times when I wish that time passes slowly and I have more than just two hands.

I splashed water and wiped it off in the last washroom when he made an entry. I stood aside for him to inspect. He looked around and then looked at me - sweaty, with bubbles over my head and clothes.

"You are lucky that cadets aren't here. If they were, I would have made it worse for you." He must have been a terror during his senior days, I can sense that.

I stood quiet. But my stomach had other plans. It growled. Loudly. Father looked at me as if I did it intentionally. I cursed myself and held my breath.

As if it could get any worse, there was a second wave of peristalsis in my empty stomach and it rumbled even louder.

"Haven't you stayed longer without food and water?" He asked angrily.

"I have, sir." I said looking down in embarrassment.

"Then why are your guts playing all that kind of music?" I kept looking down. It was humiliating enough.

"Go change and report outside mess in fifteen. Move." I ran out before he finds any spot there darker than my PT dress or my stomach decides to host a full blown concert.

But mess? Will he feed me before my ordeal is over? He called you outside mess. Not inside. Don't get your hopes high.

True. Mind games, father.

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There were five more hours left for my ordeal to get over officially. I hope I haven't wasted a single minute even in father's dream. I really can't take an extra second, which will earn me an extra hour.

Getting my mind back to reality, I focus on him. There is something in his hand, something red - is it an apple?

Just imagining the apple makes my stomach crumble again. Oh how badly I want some food. But as soon as the real food became clearer, my heart sank. It was a pomegranate! A fucking pomegranate! I knew what's coming.

He threw that thing towards me. Pointing towards the fruit in my hand, he said "Sixty seconds. Fill your stomach. Whatever falls down, and whatever stays inside - not yours."

Just one minute? It will take atleast three minutes to take out all the edible part. But no, he can't make it that easy. The only part that I remove would be allowed. Even if I manage to get all the seeds out and stuff them inside my stomach within sixty seconds, I'll still be next to hungry. It will barely fill my stomach.

"Your time starts now." I fumble and break the fruit into two. A few seeds fall down and my heart breaks a little. There goes part of my food. I carefully remove a few seeds and stuff them inside my mouth. The sweet taste immediately drove me to work fast and eat as much as possible.

But this is not any fruit. It has been chosen with a purpose - to screw the only chance I got to fill my stomach.

"Time's up." I heard him say while looking down at my hands. A quarter seeds had fallen down, and almost half still remain inside the fruit. Damn the peels!

I would have even digested it by now if it was an apple.

Basically I'm going to carry on empty stomach, despite getting a chance to eat. Well done, father.

I look up at him with puppy eyes. He extends his arm, silently ordering to give back the leftover of my food.

I wanted to beg him, cry and beg him to have this little. But that is not allowed. Begging is not allowed. Asking for mercy is not allowed.

I get up without saying a word and hand over the remaining fruit to him, spilling a few more seeds on the ground - seeds which could have been in my stomach right now.

I came back and stood where I enjoyed my recent meal. He looked at me for a few minutes, analysing me.

"I want this ground clear in thirty. If you do, you can have this." he said lifting the pomegranate "... and this."

Damn it! Two apples in his other hand- where did those come from?!

"Start!" he shouted and I literally fell down, picking up every single seed and stuffing them in my mouth.

Before even fifteen seconds were up, I had gulped down all that was lying on the floor. Screw the manners - I was hungry.

He laughed and threw both the apples towards me. I caught them right on time and as I said earlier, both were inside my stomach within two minutes.

He then offered the remaining pomegranate and I happily accepted it, removed the peels carefully not wanting a single seed to fall down. I finished it and threw the peels in the dustbin.

It felt so much better. I could feel my stomach getting on the job of churning.

"Full?" He asked firmly.

"Yes sir." Two apples and a pomegranate to make up for three days? Hell yes.

"Then let's start." Start? I thought we were done. Freaking fish, we have five hours left!

"Gym or Valley?" He asked giving me two options of pure torture to choose from.

"Whatever you order, sir." Both are miserable for me. And with your physical presence and this state of mine, it's going to be lot worse.

"I know that. You don't have to tell me. I gave you two options, choose your method to end this ordeal."

I see. So we're going to spend next five hours either at gym, or in the valley. The only thought gives me goosebumps. I won't survive either, father.

But I have to choose one. Gym? Yes. There might be few moments of relaxation there.

Valley? The name says it - horrible. I'll be doing all obstacles in this state. I won't just screw the timings, but I'll perform so bad, he'll kick me out.

But.

It's not just today that I have to think for. Obviously there will be times when I'll screw up again. And I know him too well. If I chose gym today, my next lesson will be in the valley. And next time, cadets will be there in the academy. He won't miss a chance to screw me in front of them, just to scare the new crows.

"The valley, Sir." I said offering my ass today to save my face the next time.

He nodded "Follow me." And we walked to the horrible valley - my stairway to hell.

I stood two steps behind him - waiting for him to order me to go and change into UCPs, hopefully not full geared. My muscles were starting to give up. My eyes burning with the lack of sleep.

Suddenly he turned around and surprised me.

"Let's go to gym. I'll save the Valley for later." Brilliant!

Here's how to screw your mind #101.

I spent ten long minutes and an apprehensive walk to make up my mind for a grand screwing. Now he changed the whole scenario with a single snap.

Now we were walking to gym and I was getting more scared. Now I could think of all the possible combinations I didn't think of earlier. Gym being his own choice - the fact disturbs me.

Again I stood two steps behind him getting ready. He went and took a stool and kept it inside the small glass room. My soul shivered inside my body. This can't happen!

He sat inside and called me in. This is it. I'm leaving this gym dead tonight.

"So what did we talk before leaving for Kadner's place?"

"I have put in lot of efforts in you in last three weeks. This is the last time I'm telling you this - he saved your life, don't forget it. But you are representing me, don't forget this either. Use your brains and muscles equally there." His warning was echoing in my ears.

"That I represented you, sir." I replied with my eyes on the ground.

"That means- I, despite being the most wanted trainer by the HQ, failed in a routine which even a bloody cadet can complete. Right?" I'm so sorry father. I didn't want to say 'check'.

I didn't say anything.

"I asked you a damned question, Wills. Did you or did you not bring me down in front of my own student?" He asked angrily.

"I did, Sir." Each word was eating me away.

"And you remember that question Chief asked me about your training?" How could I forget. I wanted to punch his face for it.

"Prescott tells me that you went easier on your own sons than you did with him as a cadet. Is it true?"

Bloody Chief. I'm sure Superboss never said this. But he framed it in such a way that it brings wrath to both of us. Boss paid for it then and there. It's my turn now.

"I remember, sir." I said with shame dripping down my face.

"Now combine this with the result, and tell me what would have Chief thought?" He didn't just think father, he said it out on my face too. Thank god he didn't say it out to you, else I would have never returned to KMA alive.

"That I was trained easier, which made me give up before Kadner sir." Cautiously using safe words, I said it.

"Were you trained easy, Officer? Did I not spend enough time and energy on you? Did I leave any stone unturned to make you atleast as good as him, if not better?"

Father please stop, I'll cry. "Negative, sir."

"Then why did you ask for a bloody check that day?" He asked me in a merciless tone. And I knew shit has gone out of my hands.

"No explanations sir. It was all my fault." I owned up, knowing that I'll soon be dead anyways.

"Damn right. No explanations. May be I did go easy on you. I should have included weekly Fumes in your training for three damn years. May be then you would have performed satisfactorily that one day you should have." I didn't know what to feel - remorse for bringing him down or fear of his rising anger.

"Close the door. Today you'll know how seriously I take disappointments." He moved back in his chair comfortably, letting me know that I'm going to stay here for much more than five hours.

Tonight I'll be doing another fumes. I hope this would be a successful one. Ah fuck it, I hope this is the last one of my life! God knows how Nick did it for a whole week! Please let me complete this one, Lord. I can't take any more disappointment.

I turned around, removed my T shirt and shoes. Entering back in just my shorts, I closed the door and stood in front of him. Before I could take another breath, I was ordered "Drop."

I did as told but didn't start moving. That's one of his famous tricks - one he uses when he wants to check full attention and obedience.

He got up, placed a 5kg plate on my back and sat down on his chair again. So I'm going to begin directly with weights. Great.

"Start. And for you, counts go till forty." I didn't know whether it was a good thing or bad. All I knew was that every inch of my body was screaming in resistance. It looked like an impossible task.

If I'm given a chance to go back to that moment because of which I'm doing the fumes again, I'll happily go back and make Superboss say 'check' because I'm in worse state right now than at that moment.

I counted till forty and stayed in that position hoping he'll lift the plates off. When he didn't, I knew the plates are going to be my partner tonight.

"Next sir" "Right armed"

Quickly moving my left hand to my back, I pushed another forty with my right hand. It was getting difficult with each passing second. Three days of no sleep and almost no food has made me weak not just physically, but mentally too. At this moment, I can give up without stopping myself.

"Next sir" "Diamond." Goddammit I was expecting left handed ones.

Here my brain is working overtime to keep my body in check, and you are making it difficult for me to keep my brain in check!

Pushing next forty I asked for next. Over next thirty minutes, he made me do eight variants to Pushups back to back with the weight plate and I thought my back got crushed somewhere in between those Pushups and few moments of breaks.

But I realised one thing - I was starting to sweat. I could feel warm droplets on my forehead and neck. With this rate, my fumes will finish in three hours tops.

Ah such relief. You wish. You forgot who he is.

Bang it! That's his plan! He decides how long a fumes session will last. At other times, he'll plan out in such a way that it lasts for hours. But tonight he'll ensure that I make the room humid long before my ordeal officially gets over. Damn I am expected to suffer silently even when I'll know that it's over - something he expected me to do that day.

Fuck man, I'm not in a state to do it. Should I say it to him? Then he'll take you to another state where you'll find this state better. Just like you're finding the previous state better than today. You want it?

No! I can't face worse. I'll do it this time itself. That sounds better.

Dammit father why don't you take simple sorry for apology? Why so much gallons of sweat to prove that I'm sorry?

Superboss should thank me for doing it that day. I saved his image in father's eyes. Yeah sure. Next time you meet him, tell him this. I'm sure he'll give you a nice party. No thanks.

"I'm perfectly fine with you wasting your sweat. Keep in mind - you are not getting off my hook so easily today." His fire lit words stopped me from the ongoing stupid self-conversation.

"Apologies, sir. Next, sir." I asked channeling my full attention to him.

"Keep the plates. Get dumbbells." First three words sounded heaven. Next two- killer.

Doing as told, I knew next up are my arms and hands. And boy was I right.

From situps to Lunges, my wrists were weeping. Thankfully there were never more than two continuous sets where my hands were held out in front.

Once a whole cycle of ten sets were over, Dumbells were gone. My clothes were drenched and it was a matter of a few more sets that my fumes will be over. But there's still an hour to go.

My only worry is - once the glass gets hazy, I won't be able to see the time. Then what will keep me going?

"Next, sir." "What's the time?"

I expected him to tell me the next set of killer moves. Instead his question surprised me.

The clock was on a wall outside the glass room we were in. He just had to turn around to see the time. But he asked me, forcing me to look up and look at the clock. Nice way to rub it on my face, father.

"2310 hours, Sir." "You have quite some time to think about things you were supposed to learn from this ordeal. Drop again and start pushing."

Sweat was now dripping from the tip of my nose as I thought about all the things I was actually supposed to learn during these 3 days. Him mentioning this means I'm going to have a good Q&A session soon.

Lesson no. 1 - Nick is a fucker. But I'm not going to say it loud to this man, I want to stay alive, thanks. But damn it I have to say this to Nick when we get back to pulling each other's legs.

Lesson no. 2 - My life matters first. Rubbish. I'm gonna omit that word when father asks. But he knows me better than my own self. My brain, my instincts will never let me save myself at the cost of their lives. So that's that.

Lesson no. 3 - When I'm told that I'll perform best, I perform best. No questions asked, no doubts left. Even if it's my superboss I'm competing with, or Colonel himself, if he says I'll not give up, I won't. That was the last time I said 'check'. From now on, even if I'm dying, I won't give up. Look at him - all pissed because I underperformed. And oh the comments given by Chief. I can't thank my stars enough that he decided not to speak a word to Father. Otherwise I'd be doing daily Fumes for months straight.

Lesson 4 - Going against this man is never an option. I learnt it in every hard way possible. I'm pretty sure that I will not be saying yes to any mission before taking his prior permission, no matter how stupid it is.

Lesson 5 - Hiding truths or twisting my statements that hide the truth - well, I can't guarantee that. That's the only way I can skip a few minor punches. But yes I need to understand when to do it. Hiding things like Boss's Interrogation was a stupid thing to do.

Lesson 6 - Lying. That was never accepted. What was I thinking when I said there's nothing that I'm hiding about her. The confidence with which he asked me, I should have understood that he knew already.

Lesson 7 - Try and become a hero. That runs in blood, father. (Great. Say that and earn another ordeal, you fool.) (Obviously I'm not gonna say it out.) Which brings us to another lesson.

Lesson 8 - keep your mouth shut and lips sealed tight. Smiling in serious situations and answering questions that were never asked to you - did you even get oriented? Because that's not what we were taught.

"Next sir." "Handstand Pushups"

Thank god I used my brain before I turned upside down. For next few minutes, I'm going to have so much blood in my skull, I won't even realise what I said.

"How about we do name handstand Pushups for each lesson?" Fuck!

"It will give you enough oxygen and blood to engrave in your thick brain." Ouch.

"As you deem fit, sir." Please don't say it. Please don't say it. I really can't do that after all this.

"You haven't asked for the check yet. You're dripping." He said sarcastically.

It wasn't a question, and I remembered lesson no. 8 - stay shut till asked.

He waited for a few moments for me to make the wrong move. I stayed quiet completing my counts.

"Do you want a check?" "Neg-negative sir."

My skull felt like 100 kgs and I could hardly speak two words without slurring.

"Sure?" "Yes sir."

"Your choice." Not my choice, yours. I know I really don't have a say here.

"Next sir." I stood on my hands completing the forty. I could feel the veins on my forehead popping.

I managed to steal a glance at the clock behind him - when he wasn't looking at me. It was hazy. We were clearly done here.

"Stand up straight." He said.

Are we done? My heart jumped at the sudden relief. I really wish we are.

He brought his phone out and called someone.

I was glad to not be given any set for the duration. I'd pay to just stand at peace.

"Come to Gym." That's all he said and I understood I'll have another audience at this midnight.

It also meant that we're not done yet. May be, just started. Damn this ordeal is going to be the death of me!

"Are you in a state to give me a sitrep of last three days?" He asked.

Physically? No. Mentally? Also no. I can't go over all that again, even in my brain. Specially Nick's part.

"Yes sir." Oh you thought I'll say no? Funny.

Just then Nick enters the room. So he was the one invited.

"I was about to ask for a sitrep. But now I think we should know the lessons he learnt from this long royal treatment." "Agreed, sir."

Of course you'll agree bitch!

"Alright Wills. Start listing." Father said.

I took a breath and started off with my eyes on the floor.

"I shall give my best wherever I'm told to perform. I shall not give up at any cost."

"I hope tonight's fumes will remind you of this lesson the next time you are about to humiliate me in front of others." He said heartlessly.

"Yes sir." My eyes were on the ground.

"Next." "I shall not go over and above my seniors and trainers in any case." That was the first and last mission I signed up for without his permission.

"You do that again, and you'll find all this as easy as cakewalk. Remember that." He warned me, leaving no scope of doubt.

He'll bring havoc and I'll never be ready to face that. No thanks.

"Next." "I shall not counter your decisions taken on my behalf as a commander."

He just looked at me like he's going to put bullets in both my eyes, but decided not to. Thank hell.

"Better. Next?" "I shall not try and become a hero." I used the same words he used so that we get over it completely.

"Yes. Because I've had enough, and I really can't wait for you to grow up anymore. Next." That was rude. I'm a grown up man.

"I shall keep my mouth shut till I'm asked something. And every question is to be answered." "I'm glad you remember the last part. I thought I'll have to call your seniors back and teach you that particular lesson all over again."

And this was humiliating.

"Next." "I shall not lie or hide important information and reports." I should have not fallen for Boss's trap to stay mum in front of this man.

"Add - specially when your Boss is involved." "I shall not lie or hide important information and reports, specially when my Boss is involved."

"Which reminds me - do you know what to call your Boss's Boss?" "SuperBoss, sir."

"And his boss?" I stood silent for a few moments. I have heard that they're called SuperBoss too, but wasn't really sure.

"Every Boss above your Boss is called SuperBoss. Got it dog?" He said and I looked at him with my eyes popping out.

He is a part of the lineage! DAMNIT! I never knew father was a dog and Boss too! Freaking hell!

"Yes, SuperBoss." I said and felt a whole different feeling! This connection - this was at a completely different level! My father is my SuperBoss. Holy Christ!

Nick looked at both of us like a young boy watching horror movie - surprised, scared, yet amused.

"Dad, you too were a Boss?" Nick asked hesitatingly.

"What do you mean were?" He asked offended.

"I mean are. You too are?" Nick said chuckling with his palms up.

"Yea." Father replied and looked at me with the look only your seniors and Bosses look at you with "He's in the chain of my dogs. Your peanut brain never thought of it?" He asked and I looked at the ground again.

Could I be any dumber? The day I was claimed as Louis's dog, I had thought about it. What if my father was also someone's boss? But I swiped it away thinking it was a temporary thing.

Over time I realised that it is a bond for lifetime. And damn the thought should have struck me again! I had so many chances to ask him!

"Apologies, SuperBoss." Jeez! Calling him SuperBoss is shit weird. And amazing.

"No need to call me that when you're working right under my nose with everybody's eyes on us. I'll tell you to change the regard whenever I'm in a mood to take it out on my juniors." He must have been a terrifying senior, there's no doubt about it now. And I pray for his dog.

"Yes sir."

"I'm still waiting for you to list out the most important lesson. I'm running out of patience." "My life matters."

I spoke the words I never mean and can never agree too. But those were the words he wanted to hear, so I had no other option.

"In a family of three, you have equal share as the two of us. I want you to remember that always." "Yes sir." I said half agreeing.

"That's an order for the rest of your life." He said sternly.

Darnit. How can he order such a thing.

"I'll remember, father." I looked up at him. He looked at me back with his face softening.

"So, Wills you've been served for almost all your mistakes in the recent past and I hope you've learnt your lessons the way you just said. Any repetition of these mistakes, and you know what will come to you." "Yes sir."

"Now about you, Nick." My brother stood straight holding a breath.

FINALLY! The attention gets off me.

"Yes sir." he said. "You've done nothing better than him. You deserve a similar treatment. But I've arranged something better for you. I'm tired of mending you boys, so I'll hand over this job to someone more capable."

Colonel Daniel more capable than you? Never. But a challenged, insulted, humiliated, angry Colonel Daniel? May be.

Nick stood clueless - Whether he'll be getting screwed right after this or not?

"Both of you have stayed up for past three days, exhausting each other mentally. Go have rest. Your instructors will handle the boys till noon tomorrow after that you'll join them. But first -"

He looked at us intently. "Drop"

Not again! My shoulders are screaming.

We dropped on all four and stayed waiting for his order to push.

"Hold each other's ears." What?!

We somehow managed to balance all of the weight on one hand and hold other's ear.

"Push" Oh now you speak?

I feel like a freaking three year old.

"Are you two on talking terms now?" Ah come on father!

"We are, father." "yes, Dad." Both of groaned in the same tone.

"Sounds better. Complete fifty before leaving. Any fall gets you to the beginning. Night." He said and left.

"He did not just leave us like this?" Nick complained while we struggled to push.

"Oh you don't believe? Call him back and confirm, then." I whined, my body crying enough already.

"Bigmouth" Nick cussed.

"Crassy" I replied and he twisted my ear.

"Ouch! You fucker!" "Had to prove my crass, big mouth!" He said and scoffed.

"Don't even think." He said as soon as I decided to twist his ear too.

"That's unfair. We're done. You can't go bossy on me all the time now." I complained.

I really can't go against him if he uses that tone. It's embedded in my mind and my system can't act against it now.

"You're sad I'm being bossy? While you just met the greatest Boss of all times? Were you seriously this retarded? Not even once did you ask him?" Nick's words were on my ass.

"I swear I feel so stupid!" I agreed.

We finished fifty and I just dropped on the ground. "Get up yourself. I'm not carrying the bull of your body to your room"

"Fire! Fire!" I barely whispered the words earning a kick from him on my flank.

He laughed and lifted me up as per 'Fireman's-lift' drill. I was hanging on his shoulder while he carried me to my room and discarded me on my bed.

"That's for saying sorry on time." He then kicked me hard on my bottom. "And that's for keeping things from me in the first place."

I cried into the pillow and he left laughing.

Seems like we came out clean with each other after an eternity. Atleast I've washed my sins.

Nick is going to regret soon. Mwahaha.

************************************** Holy smokey! 6k words! I can't believe it myself! This has to be the biggest chapter in my book. (Should have reserved it as the last for my greedy readers 😜😜)

Ordeal is over. Wills can sleep, eat and breathe now 😅.

But hey! JAMES IS WILLS' SUPERBOSS! ARE YOU FCKN KIDDING ME?! Man I jumped off my chair when these words were flowing out on my screen! 😛😛

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Like I said the road is about to go downhill, here's the first signboard!

"BARBED LIVES"

This is the book I'm planning to work on, once 50PM is finished.

(Book cover, description, even the book's title is not cent percent fixed. But it is very close to my heart so I might go ahead with these.)

Just so you don't miss out on the updates, add this new book to your library to get instant notifications. I've published this book right now so add it Now!

I'm still working on the whole story. So I might take a few months before I start updating in full force. But should that be a reason for you guys to not add it to your library? I don't think so 😉.

Hoping to find more active readers who don't just read silently, but vote and comment too.