The Devil Charming's
Part 12's
Lizbeth blinked his eyes as he felt his body being held tightly by someone with a simple gunshot. Slowly Lizbeth's vision became clearer and he now realized that Edward was holding him tightly with his right hand, while his left hand continued to aim his gun at some people who were nearby. Point perfectly at the target without wasting a single bullet in vain. “Ed.” For a moment Edward turned his gaze looking down at Lizbeth's face up close.
“Still want to sleep?” edward asked before returning to focus on the enemy enemy before them.
Three people fell at once after Edward shot three bullets. Bullets coming out of the muzzle of the desert eagle are always smashing the target with a perfect. Whether consciously or not Edward's hand was still coiled on Lizbeth's waist made Lizbeth roll his eyeballs lazily.
“Give me a gun!” lizbeth lets go of Edward's embrace and immediately receives a 1911 Colt throw, a pistol containing seven bullets like a Deagle and each one can be spewed out at a speed of 1,225 feet per second.
Right now they're in a building that somehow Lizbeth doesn't know. Even Lizbeth was not aware that they were no longer in New York but rather in Mexico. Lizbeth didn't want to think about it anymore now, the most important thing was his focus to immediately finish off some people in all-black clothes who kept aiming his gun at them. Victor and the others continue to be around Edward and Lizbeth because their proiritas is to protect their great boss.
The gunshot continues to be quiet.
Lizbeth fired his bullet at three men behind Edward and with a quick motion Edward pushed Lizbeth as one of the men aimed his bullet at Lizbeth until the woman rolled to the right.
Lizbeth smiles on her side as Edward is faster than her and takes out the two people Lizbeth is targeting.
“Where are we?”
“Mexico,” replied Edward briefly and gave Lizbeth a code to follow him.
Lizbeth follows Edward, who walks into a hallway following Victor behind them and some of his agents, while others remain there just in case. Lizbeth is aware that after Edward kisses her, the man injects sleeping pills for her and takes her to Mexico. Lizbeth also understood why they had come back to this country, but what Lizbeth didn't understand was why Edward had to put him to sleep that long?
“Is there a good reason why you put me to sleep?” Edward looked at Lizbeth without any exposure and resumed his steps down the hallway in front of them. “Because I don't want to be bothered when you protest a lot later.”
Lizbeth gritted softly before his eyes rounded to see Edward's right arm covered in a jacket look wet. Lizbeth pulled Edward's arm, stopping the man's footsteps, who was immediately given a sharp look.
“What?”
Without answering, Lizbeth pulled loose with the jacket that Edward was wearing until fresh blood continued to come out due to gunshot wounds on the man's arm. Lizbeth looked up and looked at Edward who was still giving a flat expression.
“You got shot?” Edward sighed and went back to wearing his jacket. “Yes, and I will also shoot you if you again stop my steps for useless things like this!”
Lizbeth, who was upset, wanted to strangle Edward right now. Lizbeth had not expected to meet a heartless man like Edward who even every sentence that came out of his lips could have pierced anyone's heart. Truly cruel man!
Edward immediately broke down the door in front of him after arriving at the end of the hall where there was only one room there. two of Edward's agents entered first to see the conditions inside before stating that it was empty. Edward was still on standby with Deagle in his hand stepping in, followed by Lizbeth and Victor and the other agents behind them. The room that had been dark now became bright after the lights turned on automatically. Lizbeth observed a spacious room with two computers on a long table located in the middle of the room. Lizbeth approached one of the computers and tried to turn it on but failed, he turned to Edward who was looking at a computer in front of him. Lizbeth looked at Edward who was focusing on a series of numbers and letters that Lizbeth would not understand.
“What is this Golden Rose headquarters?”
“It seems not, but we can get a lot of clues here.” replied Edward is still focused on his activities.
“I can't turn on his computer.”
Edward smiled and then pressed the Enter key until the computer in front of Lizbeth turned on. Edward throws a flash to Lizbeth.
“Move all existing data into that flash!”
Lizbeth begins to transfer the data as Edward ordered.
“Has that become your habit? Eliminate everything without rest?”
Edward, who was sitting next to Lizbeth, only glanced and leaned his body on the passenger seat. It would be a lie if he did not feel any pain at this time from the gunshot wound to his arm and it seemed like Lizbeth understood that until the girl immediately rushed to ask Victor for the medicine box.
Edward was silent when Lizbeth began to remove his jacket, clean his wound and it seemed that Lizbeth could breathe a sigh of relief after seeing that the wound was just a scratch, not to the point of making a bullet nest there. “Actually what place was that?” asked Lizbeth who began to wrap around the gauze to cover Edward's wound.
“The hiding place of one of the Golden Rose members whose unlucky I can only find his men, not their boss.”
Lizbeth just nodded, he looked at Edward for a moment before comforting his seat in a car that was still moving at moderate speed through a fairly quiet road. I don't know where they're currently at Lizbeth doesn't know. “Where are we going?”
“Apartment.”
“Your former apartment?” lizbeth asked only a nod by Edward.
The atmosphere was silent again, neither Edward, Lizbeth nor Victor and the driver had opened the conversation. Edward seemed to close his eyes whether sleeping or not. While Lizbeth was staring out the window with her thoughts raging at the moment, Lizbeth was confused by her own feelings of being at ease when she was near Edward. An alien feeling that tormented him this late.
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Lizbeth came down the stairs to the kitchen while smelling the delicious aroma of cooking. The night after arriving at Edward's apartment, Lizbeth was only able to fall asleep at four in the morning to make it bad to wake up, actually not too late because it is still eight in the morning.
Lizbeth was silent for a moment when her eyes found a wide back that was busy with a pot in front of her. Edward's clay body wrapped in a black t-shirt attached to his athletic body makes Lizbeth swallow his saliva early in the morning. Damn it! Why does Edward always look sexy under any circumstances? Lizbeth cleared his throat as Edward turned his head, the girl tried as quietly as possible and approached Edward who was stirring the soup.
“What are you cooking?”
“Albondigas soup,” replied Edward while turning off the stove and grabbed two bowls that were immediately taken over by Lizbeth.
“Let me just.”
Edward nodded. “Alright, I'll take a shower first,” Edward said before leaving Lizbeth in the kitchen who was moving Albondigas soup into two bowls.
Albondigas soup is a traditional Mexican meatball soup because Albondigas itself means meatball in Spanish. Simple spices made from onions, garlic, broth and tomatoes are then added with meatballs made from beef or turkey. Carrots, green beans, and peas are also added to the soup.
Lizbeth did not expect if Edward could cook even make soup like this which from the aroma alone had convinced that the results of Edward's cooking will not disappoint the tongue that tasted it. Lizbeth smiled faintly when putting both bowls on the dining table, since the beginning Lizbeth has been a marketer with the figure of Edward. What kind of man is Edward? Many unexpected things he did and always made Lizbeth amazed. Or maybe this is the other side of an Eduardo? The sweet side that has been covered by heartless cruelty?
“You daydreaming?”
Lizbeth flinched and shook her head quickly as Edward was already sitting beside her in casual clothes. Really, anything attached to the male body always looks perfect. Edward himself still put his flat face and enjoy the soup without expression means different from Lizbeth who berbinnar because taste good cuisine made by Edward.
“I didn't expect you to be good at cooking.” “Are you praising me?”
“Consider that,” replied Lizbeth again enjoying his soup even he did not realize that Edward had a thin smile after listening to his sentence.