All Chapters of Taming Her Billionaire Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

Michael and Pedro crawled into the warehouse unheard...or so they thought.Hiding behind a row of old stacked sacks, they squatted with the rifles in hand, ready for assault. Michael scanned the surrounding. They were relatively hidden, as the halogen lamps above them were not working, covered in cobwebs."Have you connect into their server?" Michael asked, scanning the area with the gun raised. Pedro's fingers tapped away at the screen. "I'm in, baby," he grinned, wiggling a brow. "Pedro did this one." Michael rolled his eyes. "Be serious, Man. You're in the field now, not in the base."Pedro snorted. "Always uptight. Can't you take a jo-"Michael raised his pointer to his lips, shutting him up as Khalid's voice filtered into their ears, gruff as they remembered. Michael's jaw ticked, his finger firm on the trigger. "Not to say I don't trust you, but I have to know if those diamonds are real," Khalid said, whipping his nose with his thumb, as his manner was. On a Safari hat, he wa

Michael woke with a startle, chasing his breath. He had a nightmare. In the dream, Khalid had Avery in a headlock with a gun pressed to her head. He ordered him to stand down if he wanted Avery alive. He dropped the gun to the ground and raised his hands in surrender. But Khalid, being the devil that he was, shot Avery in the head and made him watch her fall to the ground."Avery!" He yelled, panting profusely. He was alone in a brightly lit room. Aside the rhythmic pulse of a heartbeat monitor, coupled with the pacing of his heart, the room was pin drop silent. It took him a while to get used to his environment. The Underground.Sitting on a hospital bed with IV tubes passed into his hands, he disconnect them from his body, and rolled out of bed. His legs buckled, making him crash to the ground, with some tools clattering to the ground. Sordid pain wracked through his body, but he would not be deterred. He had to see Avery to be sure she was okay.The door opened almost immediately.

At first glance, Avery burst into tears. Michael's face was swollen, and his left eye was bandaged. His house was magnificent alright, but Michael's grave condition didn't give her luxury of time to admire the beautiful patterns of the mansion. He blended modern and classical art into one, donning the corners with ornate indoor plants in vases of varying sizes.The cushions matched the curtains, and the walls of each room were painted white, save the elongated kitchen in a soft green hue, decked with all kinds of equipment for any recipe of choice.He slept noiselessly on his king-size bed, twitching at some point, but that was all about it. Days ticked slowly by, until a week passed on them. Pedro and Belinda force her to take a break after the third day. She hadn't slept well, and honestly her stomach could use a nice meal.Her mother called on one of those days- she could not recall which day it was- to check up on her. She didn't want to leave Michael all by himself, even though B