Wild Flower Ch. 18

"What the fuck is your problem?" He yelled angrily. "Do you want to get killed?"

Christian furiously moved to Brandon and stood right in front of him. He was angry too and he hated Brandon. But he had come to find out the truth once and for all so that he could get over that painful phase of his life.

"Why did you arrive at the construction site just before Miguel was arrested?" he groaned, clenching his fists. "Did he tell you that he had killed my father?"

"What the fuck?" All those stupid questions just made Brandon madder than he was. He couldn't believe Christian had stopped him to ask such stupid questions. But he knew how to handle silly bastards like Christian.

"How the heck is that even your business?" He snapped. "I had just realized that something must have been wrong and I decided to check it out. It was just a coincidence."

Brandon then gave a loud laugh, shaking his head. He just made Christian even madder than he actually was.

"So what pains more?" He asked mockingly. "...is it that your father died or you won't be able to enjoy Miguel in bed because you think he killed him?"

Hearing Brandon's question, Christian felt as if million volts of electricity had just hit him. He had never felt as angry as he did at that particular time. His body trembled, especially when he looked into Brandon's mocking face.

He clenched his fists and responded by punching Brandon in the guts, sending him flying to the ground. Brandon hadn't expected that and honestly it hurt like hell. He hit the ground with thud, making part of his expensive suit really dirty. Now he was furiously. He moved his eyes and gave Christian a dirty look.

Christian groaned. "Why don't you get up and say that again?" he yelled in his face.

Brandon shouted and pulled out his gun, furiously getting up from the ground. He pointed it at Christian's head as his entire body shook. "You stupid bastard. I am gonna use this on you now."

Christian knew that Brandon was crazy and he needed to act fast. He responded immediately and gripped Brandon's arm, disarming him instantly. He then pointed the gun at him as an evil grin appeared on his gorgeous face.

"What the fuck are you..."

"Kneel own." He cocked the gun, ready to blow Brandon's face. "Now!"

"What are you doing?" Brandon's eyes widened as fear crept through him. He was scared and he was trembling like a leaf. "You shouldn't..."

"Shut the fuck up and kneel or I am gonna blow your fucking brains out."

Brandon's heart jumped in fear and he quickly knelt down. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life before. He wanted to snap Christian's neck and kill him right at that moment.

Christian grinned when he saw Brandon on the ground looking like a super idiot. "Who is going to die now?"

He moved his gun and pointed at Brandon's forehead. He was ready to shoot him right there and he just didn't care about what was gonna happen to him. All he wanted to do was just kill him and get justice for his father.

"Don't!" Brandon raised his trembling hands in the hair.

"Why shouldn't I?" Christian yelled, moving his trembling finger on the trigger.

"You should think about your mother." Brandon knew he had to target Christian's weak points. "What... what will she go through when..."

"At least, she will be happy I killed a bastard like you." He yelled.

He took a deep breath to pull the trigger but before he did, something happened. He heard deep voices behind him and when he took a quick glance and saw a few guards coming behind. They were the only things that stopped him from killing the bastard.

He looked at Brandon and gave him a really cold look. The guards arrived and Christian quickly took the gun and wiped off his prints from the gun with his handkerchief. He threw the gun away and then glanced at Brandon who was getting up.

"This doesn't end here." He warned, pointing at him.

He quickly turned and ran away from that place. Brandon was really furious. He wasn't gonna let that go. Christian was gonna pay for what he had just done to him.

***

Miguel was in his office, leaning and moving softly on his chair. He was really worried and he still had a lot of things to do at the office. But the issues that kept on presenting themselves to Miguel were just too much. But he knew that being at the office was gonna help him get rid of some of the problems that he had.

He was wearing a dark brown designer's slim fit suit which fitted on him like a second skin. He had removed his jacket and was just with a bright pink designer's shirt which was halfway buttoned up, revealing his sexy hairless chest. He was wearing a pure golden necklace that sparkled around his neck and a diamond watch. He had his red hair on.

Suddenly, Miguel heard the door to his office opening widely. He took a deep sigh and moved his eyes forward to see a pissed looking Brandon coming towards him. Brandon's suit seemed a little wrinkled and his hair was a little messed up. The way he was breathing... the look in his eyes and the way he was trembling shocked Miguel a lot.

He came and furiously sat on the chair, moving his leg angrily.

"What's with you?" Miguel frowned. "Why do you look pissed?"

Brandon groaned, clenching his fists. "This is because of that foolish Christian's fault?" He yelled, hitting the hands on the table.

"Christian!" Miguel gasped, getting more confused. "What did he do and..."

"I was coming to the office when that bastard blocked me." He yelled, filling his angry voice throughout the room. "I tried to talk to him and he... he punched me in the gut. That bastard even had the nerves to try and kill me with my own gun. If not for the guards I would surely be dead by now. That guy is crazy and he will definitely kill someone."

Miguel was beyond shocked. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped. "Christian pointed a gun at you and wanted to kill you. That's not like him and..."

"I am telling you he just tried to kill me." He thundered, groaning angrily. "Which part of that didn't you hear?" Miguel still couldn't believe it. "He has gone insane with the death of his father. He said he is gonna come for me and he will me."

"But Christian has never been violent before and..."

"That's the old Christian you are talking about." Brandon chuckled bitterly, dying to waste Christian. "He is a man on vengeance. He still thinks that you killed Pablo."

Miguel chuckled shaking his head. "Come on. You of all people know that it isn't true."

"I think that now more than ever we need to work hard."

Miguel knew Brandon was absolutely right. They still had to focus on some important things. He took a sigh and slowly got up from his chair. He went to Brandon and sat on the table, closer to him. Fuck! When Brandon smelt Miguel's cologne, his hormones went out of control. His cock slowly started rising. Fuck! He was looking for a great opportunity to fuck Miguel.

"Anyway, I wanted to tell you that the stupid dragon squeezed and let out a name, Daniel Rivera."

"Rivera?" Brandon frowned, staring into Miguel's cute face.

"Yes!" Miguel nodded. "Daniel Rivera!"

"That's good!" Brandon could really use some action, especially after what Christian had done to him. "Let's find the bastard and kill him."

Miguel wasn't surprised Brandon said that to him. "He is the owner of a foundation for abused people. I had searched him and I was able to find out about him. This is one of the foundations that I help." He took a deep sigh and rubbed his face. "He is the dragon that probably contributed to my survival that night."

"What do you mean by that?" Now Brandon was confused.

Miguel gave a gloomy sigh. "Hector squealed that that dragon was also there that night but he didn't rape me like the others. In fact, I was able to find out that he told those other dragons to leave the bastards that wanted to kill me to handle me themselves. Hector blames him for my survival."

"What?"

"Yes! Had the dragons been the ones to kill me, I probably wouldn't have survived." He shrugged, trying not to remember his pain. "I will need to act differently with him."

"Did he tell you anything more than that?" Brandon asked.

"I haven't seen him again." He gave a deep sigh. "Let me give Mark a call."

Miguel took his phone and called the loyal guard.

"Yes, boss..." Mark answered on the other end.

"Mark, I want an update on that stupid dragon." He said in a harsh tone. "Has he been able to say anything else?"

"No!" Mark sighed. "I have been giving him the injection as you said but he hasn't said anything."

"Okay." Miguel gave a deep sigh. "Call me if there is any update, okay? I will pass by when I have time."

"Yes, don."

Meanwhile, as Mark was talking on the phone at a distance, Hector was moving his eyes around. He spotted the syringe on the table closer to him and his eyes couldn't move away from there. There were a lot of things going on in his mind.

It wasn't long before Mark came back. Hector started groaning in pain, looking at Mark.

"What now?" Mark groaned angrily. "What do you want?"

"I am pressed." He pleaded. "I really need to go to the toilet."

"What?"

"Please!" Hector pleaded, giving Mark that victim face. "Do you want me to do it here?"

Fuck! Mark hated Hector but he knew he had to help the bastard and bring him back soon. "Fine!" He said angrily, clenching his fists.

Mark moved closer and started untying Hector. He could tell the bastard was in so much pain by that ugly expression on his face. He completely untied him and started helping him to the toilet. Suddenly, Hector furiously pushed Mark and quickly grabbed the syringe from the table.

Before Mark even realized what was going on, he just felt a sting on his neck. Hector had injected him with the drug. Looks like the game had changed. What does this mean for Miguel now that the dragon is free?

***

Christian arrived at the laboratory where he had come to find out about his father's cause of death. He want gonna rest until he completely found out about how his father died. That was the only way he was gonna be at peace. He was wearing a black trouser, blue t-shirt and white coat and no way was he smiling.

He reached the pathologist and when he saw him, he had no idea why he became really mad. The pathologist on the other hand got scared and surprised when he saw Christian there. His heart started pounding deeper in his chest as he tried to control his harsh breaths.

"You!" The pathologist gasped, trying to smile genuinely. "What are you doing here?"

"Do you even need to ask me that?" Christian snapped, clenching his fists. "I'd like to see my father's autopsy report."

"What?" The pathologist chuckled nervously. "Why do you..."

"I have every right to." He got closer to the man. "Hand it over right now."

"Why do you want..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Christian gripped the guy's shirt, pulling him closer. He was ready to kill the guy in that lab. "Give me what I am asking for or you are gonna regret it."

The pathologist got so scared that he started trembling in fear. Christian was scaring him big time and he was only seconds away from peeing in his pants. "Please... don't hurt me."

"Then give me what I am asking for." He yelled in the guy's face.

"Let me go and I will give it to you."

Christian furiously let go of the guy and the guy went to a drawer and handed over the report to him. Christian furiously took the report from him and he wasn't satisfied with it. It was just the same as Darren had told him. His father wasn't that stupid to cause himself an accident.

He groaned, furiously throwing the report to the floor. "What the fuck is this?" He yelled in the guy's face.

"What do you mean?" The pathologist asked. "That is the report you had just asked for."

"No!" he chuckled bitterly. "I know you did something to it." he started getting closer to the guy, scaring him even more. "May I see the pictures that you took during the autopsy?" Christian knew what went on during an autopsy and hence he wanted everything. "I also want the audio when you were doing the autopsy."

The pathologist trembled, breathing a little harshly. "What... what are you talking about?" He stuttered, feeling really scared. "I don't have what you asking for." How could he have them when their work was shady? He cleared his voice and tried to get rid of his fear. "The report is what you basically need."

Christian couldn't believe the stupid man was telling him. He was swept off his feet by intense anger that he couldn't just control. He thrust his hands forward, grabbing the pathologist by the collar. He furiously moved him to a wall and cornered him. The pathologist's heart was about to burst out of his chest. He had never been as scared as he was at that particular time.

"Do you thinking I am here to fuck with you?" he yelled, filling his angry voice everywhere in that building. "Tell me what I want to hear or you are gonna follow my father."

"What... what are you talking about?" He gasped, shaking his head. "Get your hands off me and..."

"Do you think I am gonna let you go?" he chuckled bitterly, gripping the man harder. He groaned painfully. "I won't believe what you tell me. Your attitude already proved to me that there's something rotten. Tell me what I want to hear."

"Let me go." The pathologist tried to push Christian away but he was just too strong. "Please..."

"Tell what I want to hear." He yelled. "Who are you trying to protect. Who told you to change the reports and..."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Then I will beat it out if you."

The pathologist knew that Christian was truly mad. He knew that he wasn't gonna let him go. He did what anyone in his position would have done at that particular time. He started shouting for help, hoping his colleagues were gonna hear him and come to help him before Christian beat him to death.

Lucky for him, his colleagues came running in. They ripped Christian away from him and started dragging him out of the lab. Christian didn't wanna go but the men that were dragging him were stronger than him. He gave the pathologist a really dirty look. He hated him so much.

"This is not over." He yelled. "I am gonna be back."

Christian was taken out of there but it wasn't gonna be over until he found out the truth.

***

"I want you to investigate Carter." Miguel ordered Brandon, chuckling sinisterly. He hated Carter and he was gonna make him pay for everything.

"What?" Brandon was definitely surprised. "Why do you want him investigated? I thought..."

"Just do as I have asked." He ordered, slowly nodding his beautiful head. "I want you to be really careful. I want any information that could sabotage him found."

Brandon was really surprised by Miguel's actions. He hadn't expected that from him at all. He wondered why Miguel wanted to sabotage the idiot even though he wanted to do it himself.

"I have doubts we will find anything in him since his record looks clean." He rubbed seductively on his lips, turning Brandon instantly on. "But maybe we can use his mother."

Brandon sighed, getting up from the chair. He was happy his jacket was able to hide his bulge. "I know why you are doing this."

"And why exactly?" An evil grin appeared on his face.

"It's because you think that man and Christian are involved." He got a little hurt and he needed to tell Miguel something important. "I don't even know what you still see in that man. You should leave him. How many times do I need to remind you that I am the only man that has been unconditional with you?" He chuckled nervously, looking into Miguel's seductive eyes. "I am the only one who has been by your side throughout everything."

Miguel chuckled softly, shaking his head. He got up from the table and Brandon got to behold his perfectly curved body in that sexy outfit he was wearing. He went over seductively to Brandon and slowly put his hands on his jacket. Brandon's body suddenly caught fire.

"Brandon! You are my trusted friend..." He gave him his billion dollar smile. "...my confidant and you have helped me always. I thank you so much for being there for me because I probably wouldn't have achieved a lot without you in my life." He grinned. "All the work that you do for me is really important and I have no regrets at all."

"I am not doing all these things for the money."

"I know that." Miguel breathed, not losing that beautiful smile on his face. "But I also hope you are not doing this for something else. Do you really want to complicate our relationship by being my lover?" He gave him a really serious look.

Brandon knew that no matter what happened, he couldn't lose Miguel's trust, especially now that he was closer to having Miguel in his beautiful arms. He wasn't gonna lose his trust. They were eventually gonna end up together sooner or later.

"Okay." Brandon gave a sigh of relief. "What is our next move?"

An evil grin appeared on his beautiful face. He moved his hands all over Brandon's chest, chuckling like a little kid.

"I want you to go to Daniel's foundation." He ordered, chuckling sinisterly. "Offer them a huge donation. I need to get to know this dragon very well."

Brandon grinned evilly, nodding his head. He was more than ready to deal with the idiot. "Of course, I will do that for you."

"Thank you." Miguel grinned. "You may leave me now. I have a lot of work to do."

"Alright, I will check on you later." He still had to go home and change his clothes.

He smiled and left the office. Miguel grinned and quickly went back to his desk. He was hoping that he was gonna do a lot that day before going back to his precious home.

***

Mark's body was getting weaker and weaker by the second. His was getting a little dizzy and he had no idea what was going on. He furiously turned and started fighting with Hector but no matter what he did, Hector seemed to be stronger than him. The injection had made him really weak and he had no idea what he was gonna do.

Hector took a huge log and hit Mark really hard with it. Before Mark even realized what was going on, he passed out. The log Hector had hit with hurt him a lot that he started bleeding.

Seeing what he had done, Hector groaned in pain. He was happy that had happened.

"It's your turn now, you silly bastard." He yelled in Mark's face. "Your boss is gonna pay for messing with me."

He threw the log and quickly tied Mark up really good. He wore a dirty white shirt and took Mark's phone. He started searching through the phone and found Alejandro's number. He was really shocked and he had no idea if Alex was also involved in his kidnap and torture.

He had no idea if he was gonna call him for help or not. What if he was also involved and quickly called Miguel? But what if he wasn't also involved? Hector was really confused? Was he gonna call his friend?

***

Miguel was running out of patience and he was filled with nothing but intense anger. His body was vibrating and he was mad. He was trying to call Mark but he wasn't picking up. It wasn't like him. Miguel didn't like it at all.

"Why aren't you answering, Mark?" He furiously threw the phone on the table.

Miguel got a little worried because no matter what happened, Mark always picked up his calls. But now he wasn't doing it. He had been talking with just an hour ago and now he wasn't picking up. It was really strange for that to happen.

Miguel thought something was wrong but before he did something, he got a surprise visit from Brian who had a serious look on his face. Miguel gave him a smile, folding his arms on his chest.

"Brian!" He was really surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I just came to ask something that has been bothering me."

"And what may that be?" he asked softly, giving Brian fisheyes.