Novel Full Chapter 1727: Bored Cat
Chapter 1727: Bored Cat
Villain Ch 1727. Bored Cat
Allen sat on the stairs for a long time.
The cold didn’t bother him anymore. His jacket was warm, the iron beneath him unforgiving, but familiar. His breath came slow, steady. Eyes half-lidded, watching the world like it was a game board slowly arranging itself around him.
He could still see her. Sophia. Perched like a patient predator across the street from the Goldborne mansion, her back stiff with anticipation. Probably rehearsing lines in her head. Probably imagining how dramatic her fake tears would look under the streetlight.
Pathetic.
He didn’t move. Not until headlights flicked at the edge of the alleyway.
A sleek black car—quiet, fast, one of their private fleet—slid into the alley like it belonged there. Tinted windows. Subtle gleam. It rolled to a stop without a sound.
Allen stood. Stretched. His legs had gone a little numb, but he was used to that. He glanced down the alley one last time, smirked faintly to himself, then vaulted over the side railing of the stairwell.
He dropped to the narrow divider wall, hopped down onto the sidewalk with one practiced step, then moved fast. Fluid. Silent. A short little parkour detour and he was already reaching the car.
The back door opened with a soft click.
Zoe, in the passenger seat, turned her head just as he slipped in beside her.
“Allen!” she yelped, one hand flying to her chest. “You shocked me! I thought you were a criminal—don’t just show up like that!”
He grinned, smug and shameless. “Sorry. Old habits.”
The driver—quiet, someone from Shea’s household—started the car again without needing instructions. The vehicle pulled away from the alley like nothing had happened.
He settled into the leather seat, arms loose at his sides, and let the quiet warmth wash over him.
Yeah. He decided asking for help wasn’t a bad idea.
At first, he thought of calling Kai. Easy. Efficient. Have him send a car, pick him up, sneak him through the back gate. But that had problems. If Kai opened the gate—even for a moment—Sophia could sneak in. Slip past. Cause drama. Make noise.
And he wasn’t about to give her that stage.
No, better to leave her out there all night. Let her freeze a little. Let the neighbors judge. Let the cold crawl up her spine while her pride kept her glued to that wall like a wilted poster from a forgotten campaign.
And when she refused to leave?
Kai would do the logical thing—report her.
To the police.
Because this wasn’t just any neighborhood. This wasn’t some random gated community. This was the Goldborne estate. Which meant the rules didn’t apply the same way.
Goldborne wasn’t just rich. It was untouchable. The kind of name that made cops show up faster than ambulances. The kind of family that had lawyers on speed dial, security with ex-military backgrounds, and neighbors who wouldn’t blink twice at watching someone dragged off in cuffs.
And if Sophia stayed?
Lingering in front of the gate like a silent threat?
They could say she was trespassing. Disturbing the peace. A potential stalker. Someone exhibiting suspicious behavior near a protected property. Hell, with the right phrasing, she could be flagged as a risk to the family’s safety.
And once that report was filed, it wouldn’t just be cops showing up.
It would be a record.
Something permanent. Something that followed her.
Allen didn’t even need to lift a finger. All he had to do was not show up.
And let the machine do the rest.
’Waiting outside a private home until sunrise isn’t romantic,’ Allen thought, eyes flicking toward the glass. ’It’s unhinged.’
He’d already texted Kai about the change of plans. Let Jordan and Emma know too. Simple update.
Staying at Shea’s tonight. Handling Sophia. Don’t wait up.
Handled.
Still, he rolled his wrist and winced.
Zoe noticed immediately. “What happened?”
He hissed. “I think I need to work out more on pull-ups. My grip’s not as good as it used to be.”
She raised a brow. “Wait. You used to do stuff like this?”
Allen gave a lazy nod, flexing his sore fingers. “Yeah. Back in my rebellious teenager phase. I made problems. Ran from places I wasn’t supposed to be. Hoodie, gloves, mask. Jumped walls. Dodged cameras. Practiced my escape routes like it was a sport. Kind of was.”
Zoe scoffed, crossing her arms. “So you were a masked urban gremlin.”
“Exactly,” he said, smirking. “Stylish one, too.”
“Okay, let’s set that aside for therapy later.” She leaned in a little, her tone shifting. “Do you know why Sophia suddenly showed up?”
Allen’s smile thinned. “Darren, Liam, and Mr. Bell. They’ve cornered her, remember? They’re suing back. Attacking her through formal channels. She’s desperate now.”
Her eyes narrowed. “So now she’s trying to use you.”
Allen shrugged, not denying it. “She knows I’m a Goldborne now. She knows where I live. I’m an easy mark.”
“You’re not going to face her?”
Allen leaned his head back, stared at the ceiling of the car. His voice dropped low.
“What am I supposed to do? Punch her? Give her a dramatic breakup monologue in the middle of the street while we aren’t in a relationship?”
Zoe didn’t answer immediately.
He turned his head toward her. “She wants that, Zoe. A talk. A confrontation. Something to turn into her next act. It counts. It gives her more oxygen to burn.”
Zoe’s jaw tightened. “And if she shows up again?”
“I won’t be there.”
The words were soft. But final.
She watched him for a moment. Her expression unreadable. Then she nodded.
Allen let the silence stretch between them.
The hum of the road. The rhythm of the tires. The faint scent of lavender perfume, Zoe’s, lingering in the air. It felt grounded. Comfortable. Different.
Zoe glanced out the window. “She’s not the only one trying to hold onto you, you know.”
He looked at her, one brow lifted. “You?”
“I’m just saying,” she muttered, not looking at him. “If you’re going to dive into enemy territory, maybe text one of us next time instead of climbing buildings like a bored cat.”