All Chapters of To Put A Leash On The Master: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

One of Hunter’s female guards is leaning against the wall and smoking. I’m going to lure her to a secluded spot, knock her out, and steal her uniform. The plan isn’t foolproof, but I have to try. It makes me regret not taking my combat training seriously over the past six years. I put out a shitty behavior back then. If only I knew I wouldn’t have a golden spoon in my mouth forever.Zipping up my jacket, I search for a heavy piece of rock and tuck it underneath, leaving my hands with it. “Hey,” I call as I approach the guard who looks at me without a reply. Standing beside her, I add, “The Whites prepared a treat for all the guards. I was asked to bring you.” The lie is sloppy, I know—judging from how the lady eyes me skeptically with her gaze sweeping from my head to my feet. She puffs out smoke and glances around to find the other guards in their stations then returns a questioning stare to me.I wave dismissively. “Oh, it’s done in batches. All the guards can’t leave their post

~ HUNTER ~The explosion reduced our once deluxe mansion to a dwelling of ashes and crumbling debris, remnants crunching beneath my boots when I stepped into the wreckage.I pause in the center of the blackened hall and look around, noting how much the fire ravaged the building to the point where it nearly brought it to the ground. Chalk outlines on the floor mark spots where the bodies—now removed—once lay. And everything that once furnished the hall—chairs, tables, and many others—is gone, likely burnt beyond recognition and taken away for speculation. The same fate probably befell every other property in the mansion. I look around for Zavere. He is nowhere. Maybe I have not been searching the right places for a good leash to hold the man down. He’s always onto something silly whenever his alter ego surfaces.Crouching down, I use my index to wipe a spot on the soot-covered floor, that’s when Zavere, ever so casual, crosses the hall threshold, his face twisting in mock annoyance.“

~ HEIDI ~It seems to take an eternity for Luivanne’s bike to pull up at the police station. The area is a chaotic swarm of camera flashes, police cars, vans, and people shouting over one another, trying to make their way past the first few steps into the station building. But the cops lining the front do their best to hold them back. The scene reminds me of the day I was removed from my position as CEO, how Dad Griffin made me stand before a hall full of people to deliver the humiliating announcement myself. I had to apologize for failing the public, though I still can’t figure out how not passing a family test had let every other person down. Luivanne, despite the chaos, drapes his jacket over my shoulders. That’s the first kindness a man has shown me in a long time. He must have sensed how frozen I’ve become. And though I didn’t try to show it, I believe my distress got to him.Determined, he pushes through the cluster while guiding me to the front steps where a stern-faced offi

Without thinking, I grab the old woman’s arm, pull her close, and shut the bathroom door. My eyes zip around as I say breathlessly, “He found me; Hunter. We have to hide or he’ll kill you too!”“Calm down, dearest. Nothing will harm you here.”“No!” My scream bounces off the bathroom walls; my distress has reached me in the bowels. “You’re not listening to me!”The old woman tries to pry her fragile arm from my panicked grip, but I’m stronger and unwilling to let go.“He’s the heart reaper,” I persist, “...and he doesn’t show mercy!”“Stay put, child. It’s just the cats fighting, I assure you.” The old woman looks flustered even though her words are the opposite. I don’t think she’s bothered by what I’m saying; think it’s more about my attitude and the situation she’s found herself in with me.Maybe leaving would be the best. But where would I go, who do I know?I let the woman go, holding my trembling hand with the other while watching her leave before pacing the space.My fear comes

Zavere turns away from Heidi. “You should wash up,” he mutters as he heads toward me. My bad, the elevator. “I’ll go get you food. You had nothing to eat last night.”I move out of the way as he reaches to press his thumb on the fingerprint device. Then he waits for it to open. When it does and he’s about to step in, Heidi’s voice brings him to a halt.“Wait!” She quickly wipes her tears and clears her throat. “Can I have whatever I want?”Zavere nods.“Then I’d like spaghetti with sesame oil, and I love to take alcohol after every meal.”The Luciferic Lad doesn’t look like he intends to answer. He’s just staring at Heidi, and I’m standing near him, taking in what Heidi had seen from close range earlier.She’s right, the man is good-looking—also scarily handsome I must admit. And his resting face looks more terrifying than Satan’s fuming expression. The girl doesn’t even seem afraid of it. Or is she used to him now?It makes me wonder why they keep staring at times when they should be