Chapter 65

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At the sudden situation, Dane was so taken aback that he blinked. What is going on right now?

The moment of confusion didn't last long. He quickly came to his senses and shouted urgently.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy!"

He wanted to rush to him immediately and pull him inside, but it wasn't easy. The wind was too strong, and if he made one wrong move and fell, everything would be over. Greyson stood with his back to the wide-open space of the open door, facing Dane, with his arms bent, gripping the upper part. If those hands slipped even slightly... The mere thought was dizzying.

"Stop it, why are you doing this? It's dangerous! You'll die!"

Dane shouted, half-bent at the waist to maintain balance in the shaking helicopter and fierce wind. Greyson, still standing in the same place, opened his mouth.

"I can't stand it, I'm going out."

"Where are you going out to, you son of a bitch! Just stay there! I'll help you, don't move, just stay right there!"

Dane shouted desperately. The fear Greyson was feeling now was nakedly revealed on his face, which was pale white and trembling. He was in a panic and out of his mind. Ah, damn it! Just as he felt dismay, Greyson said.

"Goodbye, it's been fun."

"No...!"

The moment Greyson let go of his hand seemed unusually large to the eye. Like a slow-motion screen, the moment each finger detached flowed very slowly. The body that rushed forward with a shout felt unusually heavy and slow, whether due to the resistance of the wind or for some other reason. Dane stretched out his hand. Just as he thought his hand, extended to grab Greyson, had meaninglessly swept through the air.

Suddenly, Greyson grabbed Dane's arm. In that moment, Greyson embraced Dane, who had staggered greatly, and whispered above his head.

"Got you."

"What..."

Dane looked up and saw. Greyson's face looking down at him. He was smiling with the corners of his mouth raised. And the next moment.

"Woaah!"

Immediately, Greyson threw himself into the void while holding Dane. Dane couldn't help but scream and tightly embrace him.

"Ahahahahahahaha!"

Greyson's loud laughter echoed in his ears. At his voice, laughing as if he was genuinely so happy he could go crazy, Dane ground his teeth and repeated curses. Damn, damn, damn! Is this how it ends? Dying so absurdly because of a madman. And by crashing to the ground.

His body fell at a tremendous speed. This is the end now. He would crash into the ground with his whole body and be shattered to pieces. While falling, receiving the fierce wind that felt like it would tear his skin with his whole body, Dane couldn't contain his anger and shouted.

"I'll kill you, you fucking bastaaaaard!"

Just as he shouted that.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, something grabbed his whole body, causing a strange cry to burst from Dane's mouth. His body, which had been falling helplessly, suddenly slowed down and floated in the air. Even the wind that had been so painfully striking his entire body had subsided considerably.

The reason was soon apparent. Greyson had opened a parachute. Looking with his mouth open in astonishment, Greyson laughed loudly again, "Wahaha."

"Surprise! Fooled you, didn't I?"

Dane could only blink and stare at him. Only then did he understand. The reason why Greyson had stood facing him with his back to the void after opening the door.

To hide the parachute.

Why hadn't he seen it? Self-reproach came belatedly, but there was some excuse. The dangerous situation unfolded so suddenly that his vision hadn't properly opened. Realizing that he had been so focused on the thought that he needed to get Greyson away from there that he hadn't been able to observe calmly, he now wanted to kick not Greyson's but his own butt.

But either way, that would be after landing on the ground. For now, all he could do was hold onto Greyson tightly to avoid falling. While grinding his teeth and inevitably holding him tightly, he suddenly felt something between his thighs.

This bastard? For a moment, he turned pale and looked at his face again, noticing that Greyson's cheeks were flushed red. To the completely appalled Dane, Greyson let out a "haa," a somewhat sticky sigh, and whispered ecstatically.

"Sex while falling would be amazing."

As he said this, Greyson grabbed Dane's buttocks with his large hands. Dane quickly checked the distance to the ground. And he vowed. I'll kill him, definitely kill him...!

This garbage of a bastard.

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As soon as their feet touched the ground, the two of them rolled on the ground, entangled. Of course, Dane was the first to regain his balance and stand up. Dane mercilessly kicked Greyson, who was trying to get up a beat late due to the influence of the parachute. As Greyson rolled over again with a short scream, "Ugh," Dane immediately chased after him and kicked him again. Thud, thud, thud, the dull sounds echoed in succession, but his anger wouldn't subside.

"Die, die, die, you fucking bastard! Just die!"

"Hehehe, hehehehe."

Despite being hit repeatedly, Greyson kept laughing, shaking his body, finding something so funny. That sight further fueled Dane's anger, and when he finally stopped hitting him, Dane was the one who was exhausted first, his shoulders heaving as he gasped for breath. Despite being thoroughly kicked, covered in dirt all over his body, and even bleeding from the corner of his mouth, Greyson kept giggling and laughing, finding something so enjoyable.

"When did you undo the handcuffs?"

When Dane spat out roughly, still breathing heavily, Greyson nonchalantly showed his free hands and smiled.

"When I was alone earlier. This is easy. If you dislocate your thumb joint like this..."

Dane looked at Greyson in disbelief as he excitedly explained how he had done it. It was a mistake to load him first and board later. He had thought he was really unconscious then, but he had been awake from that time.

Haa, Dane, who had pressed his throbbing temple with one hand, crossed his arms and opened his mouth, looking down at Greyson who was sitting carelessly on the ground.

"So, what are you going to do now."

His teeth ground involuntarily. Having fallen into such a barren plain, he felt at a loss. Where, who, and how would find and rescue them?

The only hope was that the pilot would contact Joshua, who would come and find them. However, no one knew how long that would take. Could they endure under this hot California sun without a bottle of water? His chest was already burning.

Of course, all of this was because of this crazy bastard.

Just as he felt the urge to kick him again, Greyson opened his mouth at the perfect timing.

"There's a villa my father built nearby."

No wonder he was so calm, was that why he jumped out here from the beginning? Dane thought, but he felt strange.

"A villa? In this barren plain? What for?"

Greyson answered leisurely as he got up.

"Probably to imprison Daddy."

What is he talking about now? When Dane frowned, Greyson tried to smile but flinched and stopped. As if his split lip hurt, he pulled down the corners of his mouth and said.

"Father has many villas for such purposes. I don't know how many he actually used... Anyway, he always seems to prepare, so if we just get there, we can rest sufficiently."

His tone was as boring and casual as if he were reciting what he had for breakfast. Dane looked at him for a moment and then gave up. How could I understand those crazy people? What's important now is to escape this crisis.

"Where is it? Tell me."

When Dane urged him, Greyson, who had been dusting off the dirt all over him, pulled down his vest and adjusted his appearance by pulling on the sleeves of his wrinkled jacket. Seeing him grooming himself with that appearance at this point wasn't even funny. Despite all that, his hair was disheveled and wild, and his clothes were torn all over, looking like nothing but rags. As Dane stood glaring at him as if to see how far he would go, Greyson finally brushed back his hair and pointed in one direction. Dane, who was about to turn his body first, hesitated and looked back at Greyson. His face, which had been bluish earlier, was now clean as if it had never been that way. Dane asked through clenched teeth.

"You lied, didn't you?"

Greyson grinned.

"You're an Omega, aren't you?"

With a loud "thwack," Dane struck Greyson's jaw.