Zoey then turned her attention to the little boy and walked over to him. He was still shaking in a little ball with his face buried in his knees and his hands covered his ears.
She squatted down and softly said, "Hey, it's okay. Those bad people won't bother you anymore." The boy looked up slowly at her only to squeak out an, "Eep!" and bury his face back into his knees.
Zoey sighed, "*SIGH* Look it's okay now but, you have the right to be a little- well absolutely terrified, even of me as I just heavily injured so many people. I'm not gonna hurt or touch if that's what you want but, I bet your mommy, or your daddy, or somebody wants to come and get you and see that you're safe. So, do you have a cellphone or know where your home is, uhm whatever your name is."
The little boy looked up at Zoey, he had big, cute, green eyes. Short and smooth black hair and a gray vest on top of a white button-up collared shirt with gold cufflinks, with matching grey shorts, and black leather shoes paired with black socks. He spoke to Zoey quietly, "c-Cody." Zoey leaned a little closer and cupped a hand to her ear, "I'm sorry I didn't quite hear you."
He spoke again this time a little louder, "My name is Cody Lu." Zoey's eyes widened a bit, the Lu family was in the top ten richest families in the city, that explained why Cody was dressed so nicely and why those thugs tried to take him. Zoey quickly turned her expression into a sweet smile, "Why, nice to meet you, Cody, I'm Zoey."
Cody looked up at the woman with blood spattered across her face. Though she looked quite creepy, she still looked very beautiful and kind and he knew she had fought hard to save him. "Nice to meet you, Zoey," Cody gave her small smile and greeted her back politely.
Cody tried to stand up, so Zoey didn't have squat down anymore, "*ARGH AH UGH*," but, he suddenly felt an immense pain in his lower back and right arm and howled in pain. Zoey then got onto her knees and immediately pulled up Cody's shirt sleeve.
This revealed a huge bruise trailing from his shoulder all the way to his elbow. She then started lifting up the back of Cody's shirt, despite the resisting from an embarrassed and red Cody, and found a bruise there too. It wasn't as big as the one on his arm but, it was still the size of Cody's fist.
Zoey had some ice packs in her storage but, she didn't want to pull them out right in front of Cody. She couldn't act like they were in her pockets as they were incredibly small.
She then remembered her backpack would be a good cover and reached on her back to grab it. "Huh," Zoey blurted out, confused as she grabbed at thin air and she realized her backpack was no longer there.
Cody saw this and started giggling at Zoey, she ignored this and started looking around the alley for her bag. She saw it sitting on the sidewalk as she must've dropped it when she ran into the alley.
She was halfway towards it when suddenly a boy around the age of fourteen came across it. Zoey picked up the pace as the boy started kicking the bag aggressively, she the loudly said to him, "HEY kid, knock that off, that's my bag."
The boy looked at her and gave her an evil grin and continued to kick her bag with full force. "*Ugh* Fuck," Zoey cursed in her mind and speeded forward the boy saw this and kicked her bag into the street and ran down the sidewalk at full speed.
By the time Zoey got to the sidewalk, which was in a quick second, she wanted her bag more than she wanted to catch the little crap who kicked it.
She also didn't want to go too far away from Cody, if anyone recognized him, they would try to take him as well. Zoey looked at the figure running off and sighed to herself, "*SIGH* I'll let you go for now but, if I see you again, I'm laying into you, BIG TIME."
She turned back to her bag which was lying in the street and she was about to quickly run to grab it. When a car came out of nowhere and flattened her bag. Then another came after that one, and another, and another.
Finally, when no more cars seemed to be driving down the street Zoey quickly grabbed her bag, or what was left of it and went back to the sidewalk. She held the bag in between two fingers and had a disgusted look.
Her bag was covered in tire marks, filled with holes, wet, smelled awful, and was just destroyed incredibly, including everything inside. Zoey cursed in her mind, "*CHE* Double fuck, damn you unexpected, you were giving me so much love before, WHAT HAPPENED."
[Miss Zoey, give me the word I will find this boy and make his life hell]
Zoey sighed again, "*Sigh* Nah, he's just an idiot kid, and besides if karmas on my side he'll be caught by someone else less forgiving and he'll get a verbal ass tearing."
Zoey turned around back into the alley and threw the ruined bag against a wall, Zoey was also glad she had her phone in her back pocket this time.
She went back over to Cody and squatted down in front of him again. She then said in a stern tone, "Cody I need you to listen and listen good. I'm gonna do a little magic that can help with your pain and bruising. I know you're about eight and super intelligent, so you won't believe me. But I can do magic and you must PROMISE me you will never, ever say ANYTHING to ANYBODY. Do you promise?"
Cody looked at Zoey suspiciously, "Hmm, she's not lying. She also went through so much trouble to save me and she seems like a good person, however, I should still keep my guard up a little." Cody then said to Zoey, "Ok, I promise not to tell but, I'm not closing my eyes or anything of the like. I wanna see you do your magic if it even exists."
The corner of Zoey's mouth lifted in a kind of annoying smile and a vein pulsed on her head. "This little honeybun sure has a smart mouth." She thought when she looked at Cody and smiled maliciously which made Cody shiver, "Only on the condition I can call you little honeybun, or little pumpkin."
Cody turned a light shade of pink and stuttered, "W-what kind of conditions are those and what happens if I don't agree?" Zoey smirked and replied, "If you don't agree then I won't let you look at my magic simple as that."
Cody's cheeks puffed up as he pouted, "*HMPH* Fine, you can call me l-little honeybun." His speech trailed off at the end of his sentence and Zoey held her hand out and chanted, "Oh, great lords of magic hear my plea and grant me something that can heal my little honeybun."
Cody watched closely and his eyes widened when two ice packs suddenly plopped into Zoey's hand. He looked at Zoey in surprise and Zoey gave a proud smirk in response.
Zoey then grabbed Cody's arm and rolled up his sleeve and placed the ice pack there and rolled up the back of his shirt, again with the resisting of Cody, and placed another ice pack there.
Cody sighed through his nose as the pain felt slowly relieved and Zoey then sat down next to him with her legs crossed him and carefully picked him up to place him in her lap. Making sure the ice packs stayed pressed against his skin.
Once he had gotten comfortable, Cody looked up at Zoey with sparkling eyes and started in on throwing question after question. "Can you fly, can you teleport, are you immortal, how long did you use magic for, can you teach me magic, *GASP* wait if you're immortal does that mean you're really an old auntie?"
Zoey who was just taking the questions with a smile, finally reacted when he called her auntie and pinched his cheek. A vein pulsed out of her head again and her annoyed smile came back as well when she said, "HUH, little honeybun do I look like an old lady too you, it's very, very, rude to call a very beautiful young woman an auntie ya' know."
Cody responded in a slurred type of speech because Zoey was pinching his cheek so hard, "Ish jusht that in shtories and movies all da witches ushed magic to make dem shelves look younga caush dey were sho old. (It's just that in stories and movies all the witches used magic to make themselves look younger because they were so old)"
Zoey replied back still annoyed, "Well now, I never said I was a witch, what a horrendous accusation. I said I could do and use magic, that doesn't exactly make me a witch or an auntie, so I certainly am NOT old."
When Zoey finally let go of Cody's, now red cheek, Cody looked up at her and apologetically said, "I'm sorry for calling you auntie, I promise I'll only call you my pretty fairy sister." Zoey's quick annoyance faded, and she gave Cody a small kiss on his cheek before burying his head into her chest and rubbing his head.
After a few minutes, Zoey let go of his head and looked down at the happy, smiling boy in her lap.
Zoey rubbed his head again and said, "Now that it seems you're feeling better, do you have a way to contact your family or know a way back to your home?" Cody looked up at her with tears and disappointment in his eyes.
Zoey sighed knowing what that look meant, "Don't worry I'll give you my number so we can talk again." Cody's face reverted back into a smile as he beamed, "I'm really smart so I remember all phone numbers told to me, so I can remember yours and my father's."
Zoey chuckled and proceeded to tell Cody her phone number and give her phone to him to call his father. Zoey heard the man on the phone, and he was extremely loud and worried. Cody then told him he was fine, where his location was and how a pretty sister rescued him from some thugs.
After about five minutes he gave the phone to Zoey and told her that they just had to stay where they were. In less than ten minutes, two big black vans pulled up to both sides of the alley and out walked four men in black suits and sunglasses.
Zoey joked to Cody, "I thought you called your dad, not the secret service or the men in black." Cody snickered at this when a big man approached them with worry in his voice, "Young master thank goodness, we were all so worried, come your father is waiting for in the car."
The man reached his hand out to only have Cody turn his head away and bury his head into Zoey's chest again while gripping her shirt tight. He then looked up at Zoey with a pleading look and Zoey sighed once again, "Look, is it okay if I carry him to the car?"
The man looked at Zoey and his eyes widened at the blood on her face. He quickly looked over to the three men on the ground and his face paled, he knew that this woman was not somebody he should or could mess with. He looked back over to Zoey who had an eyebrow raised and quietly nodded.
Zoey then grabbed Cody and held him in her arms like a princess and smiled at him. "Hold on tight my little honeybun," she said cheerfully, and Cody nodded happily in response.
The man's expression started to become even more surprised as his eyes widened, he had never heard the young master with such an expression especially after being called such a cute nickname.
The young master never smiled much like his father and never allowed anyone to call him anything but, young master or sir Cody. Zoey carried Cody to the car when Mr. Isaac Lu, Cody's father, stepped out.
He had on a black suit, black leather shoes, black tie, white collared shirt, medium-length black hair that was neatly swept back without the use of any hair gel. He took a look at Zoey and his usually cold unmoving green eyes widened also at the blood on her face and even more so at his son's condition.
Zoey walked closer and he assumed that she would be asking him for money, so he got ready to pull out his checkbook. She walked straight past Isaac and straight to the car, leaving Isaac with his hand in his pocket and a blank stare as he had yet process what just happened.
He turned around to see Zoey with her head in the car, bent over, buckling up Cody in the backseat. He just stared in shock and awe even more as she kissed Cody's head with a smile and walked back over with her hands in her pockets like a delinquent.
She walked up to him. Now her face was expressionless and said, "He has two bruises one on his arm and on his back. I put ice on them and comforted him a bit, so he grew a bit attached to me so, I also gave him my number. So, he might wanna call me now and again and I've dealt with the guys who kidnapped him.
The green-haired one is the most injured, red-haired one the least injured, bald one somewhere in the middle if you're gonna do something to them make sure I don't get involved. Also, make sure little honeybun goes to the hospital and gets checked out, he was hit pretty hard. Mmm, I'm pretty sure that's it, tell little honeybun to call me soon, later."
Zoey walked pass him again this time ready to exit out the way she came in, by the time Zoey was a quarter way. "WAIT," Mr. Lu suddenly shouted and grabbed her wrist, and tried to turn her around.
Zoey quickly shook off his hand and before he could say another word, Zoey got in his face with a pointed finger and a snarl, "You listen here, and you listen well. If you wanna grab my attention or talk me to me you can do just that, TALK! You had no good reason whatsoever to put your hands on me!
If you, ever do that again I will promise you this it will not end well. I'm willing to have patience, only, because of that sweet smart-mouthed honeybun in the backseat of your car.
Now, you have my attention but, you don't have any of my patience so talk, FAST." Zoey had dealt with three perverted thugs and a mind filled to the brim with thoughts and plans, so the last thing she needed was somebody holding her up.
Isaac, who just stood there would've looked more surprised but, his eyes could widen only to an extent. He saw Zoey getting more and more annoyed and quickly made a gesture that said for her to hold on as he sprinted to his car.
Zoey took deep breaths to calm herself down and Isaac quickly came back with a handkerchief and a huge item wrapped up in a large white cloth. He handed both of them to her and pointed to his face and said, "You have blood on your face and the other is a thank you and an apology. I really do hope to see you again, Miss."
He then walked back to his car and sat in the backseat. He maliciously chuckled to himself, "What, an interesting woman. I'll have to tame her as my feisty future wifey. *heheheh*"
Zoey stood there and started to wipe off the blood. Suddenly a realization shot through her head and she cursed in her mind, "OH, TRIPLE FUCK. That guy was another ML candidate or one of the guys who chase after the FL. It's another plot where another rich successful C.E.O has a son and the mother split or died, then the FL saves the son, and the son becomes attached to the FL.
The C.E.O then starts to pay attention to the female lead and chase after her looking to make her his wife and his son's new perfect mother. I prefer this plot because the ML isn't a complete jackass and has some kind of sweet side.
But then the FL has to encounter disapproving parents, siblings, scandals, bullying, kidnappings, frame-ups, and A LOT of jealous women sometimes including the runaway biological mother. *URGH* Fuck, this seriously. *sigh* I never thought that even ONCE in my entire life well, technically lives, I would even remotely wish that I was straight until now."
Zoey shook her head and continued to wipe the blood from her face. She didn't want to marry Isaac but, she didn't want her little honeybun to grow up with an abusive stepmother.
If she had been straight it would've so much easier than this, maybe. Once she was sure there was no more blood on her face, she looked at the big bulky item in her hand.
She carefully unwrapped it and her jaw dropped so hard it dislocated when she saw what it was.
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