His (BxB)

Epilogue

"Keep him for two or three days before you let him go." I brief my plan to the three men in my living room. They are all wearing black suits and currently standing in front of me. The one with blonde hair and green eyes is George, and the others are his subordinates.

George is one of my father's most trusted persons. He used to work with my dad as a bodyguard. He's only in his late twenties right now. But despite of his young age, he is actually very lethal and effective. My father once said that he's been living a tough gangster life before our family took him in.

He is extremely loyal towards my parents. And now that they're no longer around, George has been dedicating his life to me. He has made it a mission to repay the kindness that my father had given him in the past. I don't know the details, but it was something about my father saving his family.

I order George to stay in New York to spy around my greedy uncle and to report to me whenever he finds anything fishy inside my companies. But sometimes I will call him here to do some jobs, like tonight. I like his work and he's definitely an expert in this field.

"Just keeping him captive?" George inquires.

I shift my sitting position in the sofa to lean against the back rest. Carefully enough not to make a mess on the black tuxedo I am currently wearing, even though I know it's not that easy to create crumples on such a high-quality fabric.

"r**e him non-stop. Bring more people if you have to, or use whatever." I speak using a cold but authoritative tone, carefully enough not to show emotions. "Just make sure you don't stop until he passes out, then you can toss him somewhere to be found."

George's eyes widen as he listens to the order. He's probably curious as to why I want someone to suffer like that. But he knows better than to verbalize his curiosity. He is not in the place where he can ask me that. He also understands that he just has to obey.

"I want it clean. Make sure there's no trace of semen left before you dump him."

I understand that they know this already since they're not amateurs. They know how to do this kind of job. But still I have to mention it because I don't tolerate any kind of recklessness that can lead police's nose towards my direction.

"Is that clear?" I ask calmly to confirm.

"Yes, Sir." The three of them answer.

"Good. Now you can go and get it done. I have a prom to attend right now. Don't call me before I call first. I'm not to be disturbed for the next few days." I raise from my seat and tidy up my tuxedo.

"Yes, Sir. Have a good evening." George bows his head in respect before he dismisses himself. His two subordinates then soon follow.

I have a feeling that it's going to be a good evening indeed. I get to bring the most breath-taking being to the prom dance as my plus one while imagining Mikey about to get r***d non-stop for few days. That's a payback for even considering to shoot my Louis. No one mess with my property and then simply walk free. Even though my golden-hearted baby doesn't want to press charges against him, that doesn't mean I can just let the matter slide. No. F*cking. Way.

"Master Young."

I throw a glance to a middle-aged man that is entering my living room. He is now wearing a black uniform and white gloves. He is one of my drivers. "Is the car ready?"

He nods his head respectfully. "Yes, Sir."

"Good." I proceed to walk past him to the doorway that's connected to my garage. I have to leave now and pick up Louis at his house. I won't be able to tolerate myself if I make my baby wait for too long.

My driver tails me with a matching pace and immediately opens the car door to the back seat for me. Yes, I don't drive tonight. I want to enjoy the night, pouring all my attention towards my Louis. Once I settle myself in my seat, he enters the car and starts the engine.

It is Saturday night, but contrary to what I anticipate earlier, the traffic is not too bad. We can still reach Louis' house within twenty minutes. My driver stops the car in front of Louis' driveway before he gets out to open my door.

I exit the car in an elegant motion and walk towards the front door. It only needs one bell ring before it is open.

"Hey, Sarah." I smile at the woman who answers the door. I know it's important to always give a good impression to my baby's parents.

"Hey, William." She reciprocates a smile. "Wow, you're very handsome tonight. Please come in."

Chuckling at her remarks, I enter the house. Of course, I know how stunning I look in a tuxedo. But that look wouldn't complete without my Louis as a company. I follow her to the living room where I can see Louis' father sitting on the sofa, watching some news on TV.

"Please wait, okay? I think Louis is not done yet." Sarah informs.

"Sure. I can wait forever just for my baby." I walk slowly towards the sofa. "Good evening, Mr. Nye."

"Hey, evening. Please take a sit." He replies. "How are the NYC preparations going?" I think he wants to know the progress of my moving plan.

Before I can answer, I hear Sarah is calling her son's name from the bottom stair, hoping that Louis will hear it from the second floor. "Louis! Are you done? Your Prince Charming is here!"

Then a smaller voice is heard from upstairs. "Mom, stop it!"

I can't help but grinning at that. Sarah really loves to tease her naturally shy boy. I take a sit on the sofa while answering Louis' father. "Well, right now, half of my stuffs have already been moved. And I'm in the progress of applying Louis to a private school there. There should be no issue." I let nothing but confidence to flow into my words.

"That's good." He mutters a comment.

"Yeah, if there's no obstacle, Louis and I will move there in two weeks."

Louis' father nods. He allowed a small contended smile before he shifts his attention back to the TV. I'm glad that both of Louis' parents love their son so much so that I can just throw the bullying card to easily get their permission for bringing Louis to NYC with me. They can't bear the thoughts of their only son being lonely and hurt when they're not around. Louis' happiness seems to be their main source of happiness.

I know Louis must have been startled when I told his parents about the bully stuff. But of course, he knew better than to counter what I was saying. My baby knows very well that whatever decision I make is none other than for the sake of ensuring his well-being. So, he will always support it.

"William." I hear Louis is descending downstairs. "Sorry for the wait."

I look at his direction, can't help marveling at the breath-taking sight. He wears black tuxedo from the same designer shop where I get mine and also a bow tie. I get up from the sofa and smile as I close myself towards him.

"You're extremely gorgeous, Baby."

Louis doesn't give any verbal response. But I know my compliment affects him by the way his pale cheeks start to color themselves with a shade of pink. And I instantly feel a small twitch inside my pants from the mere sight.

"Alright, we better leave now." I push the sudden mental image of Louis writhing underneath me before it gets a chance to give me a b***r. I turn around to see Sarah joining us in the living room. "Sarah, Mr. Nye, we're going to excuse ourselves now." Louis' father glances at us as I mention his name and then nods his head.

Sarah walks me and Louis to the front door. "Have fun you two."

"We will." I answer lightly. "And Louis is probably going to stay over at my house tonight and tomorrow. I hope you're fine with it."

Sarah chuckles at me. "Don't worry about me or his dad. Of course, we understand. And you guys will be starting to live together in the next few weeks anyway."

This is what I like about Sarah. She stands very far from being associated with the word conservative. She even thinks that Louis and I have already had s*x since our first meeting. She emphasized that once. Yeah, she's that type of parents. Luckily, Louis' father isn't very different. He once caught us making out in the kitchen and acted very cool about it. I guess they are the type of parents who wouldn't mind going above and beyond for their child's happiness.

"Thank you, Sarah." I offer her a kind smile.

I watch my baby hug his mother before he thanks her also. "Bye, Mom."

"Bye. Please take good care of my baby, William." She reminds me of my responsibility.

Well, I honestly don't see it as a responsibility. To me, it's more like a need since I have this strong urge to take good care and protect what's mine. "I will." I reply with a stunning confidence.

Once we bid our farewell, I walk Louis to my car hand in hand. Suddenly, he makes a stop in the middle of his track. "William, is this a..."

I follow his eyes direction before answering. "Yes, Baby. It's a limousine."

My driver has been standing outside the car, ready to open the passenger door for us. He curves a smile when he sees Louis in a rather too enthusiastic manner. If his smile is anything other than that polite one he's wearing right now, I would've probably fire him on the spot.

"Hi, Mr. Miller." Louis greets my driver as we resume our walk to the car.

"Good evening, Master Louis." He nods his head in respect before opening the car door for us to settle in.

No wonder he is being that enthusiastic, I guess they have met each other before today. Louis had come over to my house so many times. They probably met in one circumstance and had a chat. My Louis is soft-hearted like that.

He likes to make a small conversation with my employees when I'm not with him. It's probably because Louis doesn't want them to regard him as their master. That's why he feels the need to be friendly towards all of them. I don't mind though, as long as he knows his limit.

I'm also amazed that Louis can remember some of my employee's names, including this driver. I mean I can't even recall my employees' names one by one. I recognize their faces, but their names are all jumbled together inside my head. That's why I need a head servant to take care of their payrolls. And I don't really like to interact with them unless it's a work related.

Once we're settling ourselves in the car, my driver starts the car and drives us to school, where the prom event is held. I take Louis' hand and put our holding hands on his lap.

"Kiss me, Baby." I whisper at his ear. "I miss you."

Louis is smiling at me before doing what he's told. "I miss you too." He replies as we part the kiss. "And I love you."

My chest warms at his words. I don't remember exactly since when this love word started to have an effect on me. I used to hate it so much. I even loathed it. But now, it's different. I can feel a sense of pride every time Louis mentions it. And I absolutely like the feeling of being overwhelmed by pride. I'm glad that I still have him within my grasp despite of the last month's drama. Louis caught me with Ivan.

I know I shouldn't feel bad about it. I didn't cheat anyway. But when I realized that it did affect Louis in an obvious way, I couldn't help feeling like $hit. I mean, I generally couldn't stand to see Louis crying to begin with. And back then, I was the one who made him cry. Oh, I f*cking hate that. That's why I promised him to never do that again.

Normally, I will never let anyone tell me what to do. I always do whatever I please and no one gets to have a say in it. But it felt impossible to say no when my baby begged me to stop having s*x with others. I didn't want to lose him. Who would want to lose someone like him?

Instead of feeling angry when he caught me, Louis felt fear. He's scared that I was going to leave him. Somehow, his low self-esteem and the lack of self-love make his brain wired differently. And it never ceases to amaze me. He constantly gives off this certain vibe that tickles my raw instinct to control him. It feels like a huge spoil to my dominant ego. I want him to be always mine.

No one can take him away from me. Not his friends. Not his parents. Not even his past love, Ethan. That f*cking coward does not deserve my Louis. What was he thinking when he decided to declare his feelings to Louis? F*cking disgusting. My baby would only end up being abused if he ever considers going back to that mentally unstable mess. He needs someone strong enough like me to protect him from the cruel world.

I tighten my hold on his hand, while allowing a big mental smirk to form in my mind. This precious being will never ever leave my side.

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~FIN

A/N:

As always, comments are loved... :)

After this, I'll still keep writing as it is my only hobby.

So, I guess I see you guys on my future works (if you haven't fed up with me already).

Thank you all, especially whomever that has been rereading this book for more than twice already… :)

And btw, I’m in the progress of writing the third book as a continuation to this one. My next book is titled ‘Twisted Normal (BxB)’.