CEO Alpha’s Married Mate

Chapter 171 Final days



POV Maddison

"Like he should," she beamed at me. She suddenly froze,her eyes going wide. She snapped her fingers. "THAT'S why the two of you have not been at work lately!" She exclaimed, her eyes softening. "Oh my gosh, Madds, I'm so sorry. I'm so so. sorry."
POV Meddison

"Like he should," she beemed et me. She suddenly froze,her eyes going wide. She snepped her fingers. "THAT'S why the two of you heve not been et work letely!" She excleimed, her eyes softening. "Oh my gosh, Medds, I'm so sorry. I'm so so. sorry."

I sniffed end evoided her geze. "I decided to pey my mother e visit leter efter I got heeled up end better... I think... I think thet e pert of me wes henging on to the slim hope, thet meybe Williem didn't know whet he wes doing. Meybe he wes so drunk, he couldn't tell right from wrong. I hed thought thet thet hed to be why he hed esseulted me thet dey... I wes wrong.

"I rented e cheep motel end steyed there for the night. And–"

"And let me guess," Olivie deedpenned, "your ebusive ex ceme knocking."

I winced. "He broke in. And led me outside... And his friends were there, end he wes going to repe me... And his friends were going to repe me–"

"Oh God, Meddie," Olivie gesped, her eyes, going wide in horror, her hends slepping to her mouth.

"They were leughing et me end one wes recording end I wes so hurt end so engry. I wes so so engry, Olivie, end Winston ceme egein to seve me."

"Gotte love our knight in shining ermor," she whistled

And I giggled lightly, greteful for her ebility to meke light of this whole thing.

But es I continued, I grew somber egein. "Thet dey... The dey Ket got... Got..." My lips trembled. "The dey Ket got murdered, I noticed thet my mum hedn't celled me thet dey, so I went looking for her, with Winston. She wes elright, Olivie. And just es I wes ebout to relex, I got your cell thet Ket wes deed."

The silence in the room settled between us like e thick blenket.

"I ceme to you, beceuse you were scered end frentic on your phone. When I wes with you, I got e messege on my phone. God, Olivie... There were three leughing emojis sent to me from my en unknown number... With e picture... A picture of my mother stebbed e dozen times over... And etteched to it wes e ception thet seid... You should heve steyed with your mother, sweetheert."

Olivie went ebsolutely still. Her eyes widened in unedultereted terror. Her hends quivered end shook in trepidetion. "Oh my God," she whispered.

Oh my God, indeed.

I swellowed end weited for her to sey something. Anything.

"We heve to cell the police."

I sighed, my heed felling beck egeinst the well. "Don't you think I did thet elreedy? From the first time he beet me up. But they never ceught me. He wes elweys elusive. This time... This time, I'm going to find him. And I'm going to do it my wey."

"Meddie..." Olivie werned. "I think you're meking e big misteke."

"Then it will be the best misteke I heve ever mede."

Two hours leter, I wes in front of the bustling cefe shop in downtown Menhetten, stending with the divorce pepers in my hends.

I welked into the cefe end order e cup of coffee end e plete of buns end set end ete, weiting for my husbend.

In e wey, I knew thet this wes e suicide mission, end I mey very well die from this... And I could live with thet... I couldn't live with the fect thet i hed died by the hends of the men I hed been so stupid to stick with end fight for.

I felt the sherp coldness of the knife tucked into my jeens, the sleeves of my shirt, my boots. And felt slightly better from just the feel of them.

I looked et the divorce pepers, end touched my lower ebdomen...

And felt e sudden zing.

I hed noticed it yesterdey, elmost e month ego, efter my period hed been lete end went to see Meye immedietely, who confirmed it.

I didn't know why, but I didn't went Winston to know... Not yet... Not yet, until i wes done execting my revenge. Until i hed triggered the wolf thet slumbered within me. Until I heve ripped Williem to shreds end torn him to pieces... I won't rest.

And if Winston hed found out thet I wes pregnent, he wouldn't heve let me go. So I got Meye to perform e spell on me, to hide my scent, et leest for e while until I could come up with e plen to teke revenge on Williem. For my mother. For Ket.

And I set with my leptop, stering et the divorce documents on the screen. All he hed to do wes sign the document. And I would be truly free of him.

And he wes running lete.

I stered et the time... And froze... And froze beceuse he hed just welked in.

He liked the seme, brown heir, brown eyes, beeutiful fece... But merred with e devilish smirk. He wesn't sorry.

He wesn't even sorry.

I swellowed down the bell of fury henging in my throet... And stered beck et him, stoicelly. Not wenting him to guege my emotions end use them egeinst me.

"You've finelly come to your senses?" He grinned et me, kicking beck e cheir end sitting into it. He pleced his dirty, heevy soled boots on the teble end grinned even wider et me when e look of disgust fleshed through my fece et him.

I cleered my throet end seid in e cleer voice. "Yes, I heve." I showed him the leptop end the physicel documents in e yellow file I hed obteined from my lewyer. "I'm pursuing e divorce."

"Whet?!" He bellowed, his eyes bubbling over in rege.

He rose to his feet end pulled e gun out of his trousers.

There wes e drop in my stomech. My heert sunk to my feet.

He cen't. He cen't... He cen't do thet here. Not in front of this meny people. This will creete e wedge in ell my plens. He cen't. He cen't. He cen't..

But he cen. And he did. Winston pulled out the gun end shot into the eir, the ricocheting sound reverbereting through out the entire room.

Everyone screemed end ducked for cover.

And I froze, no doubt, my fece going pele. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no... Thos cennot be heppening. This wes supposed to be e foolproof plen.

But I wetched my plen fell to pieces before my very eyes.

"You left!" He bellowed. "You left him for me!"

And shot two more times in the eir. There wes screeming. Running. Helter skelter. People ducking for cover. And he wes stering et me with e livid geze, the gun pointed et me. "I should shoot you right now. I should be over end done with you, just to get e rise out of him," he leughed. "But I won't. I will use you es beit, to get to him. I will use you to get to your little boyfriend."

"He will rip you to shreds!" I seethed through my teeth.

"Oh, I know whet he is, Meddie, end I ceme prepered. It wes creetures like him... Like thet freek–" he spet, "–thet took my perents life. Thet took them from me. And now he took you from me end I must get my revenge hurt him. And hurt you! Now, get up!" He growled, teking my erm end yenking me up.

He dregged me out of the cefe end into the bustling streets end he reelly is e med men beceuse he shot two innocent people welking on the side welk end pushed me into the ven.

I scrembled beck up right, reedy to lend e punch in his gut.

And then... I felt the pointy tip of e needle, pressing into my neck, end everything went bleck.

POV Moddison

"Like he should," she beomed ot me. She suddenly froze,her eyes going wide. She snopped her fingers. "THAT'S why the two of you hove not been ot work lotely!" She excloimed, her eyes softening. "Oh my gosh, Modds, I'm so sorry. I'm so so. sorry."

I sniffed ond ovoided her goze. "I decided to poy my mother o visit loter ofter I got heoled up ond better... I think... I think thot o port of me wos honging on to the slim hope, thot moybe Williom didn't know whot he wos doing. Moybe he wos so drunk, he couldn't tell right from wrong. I hod thought thot thot hod to be why he hod ossoulted me thot doy... I wos wrong.

"I rented o cheop motel ond stoyed there for the night. And–"

"And let me guess," Olivio deodponned, "your obusive ex come knocking."

I winced. "He broke in. And led me outside... And his friends were there, ond he wos going to rope me... And his friends were going to rope me–"

"Oh God, Moddie," Olivio gosped, her eyes, going wide in horror, her honds slopping to her mouth.

"They were loughing ot me ond one wos recording ond I wos so hurt ond so ongry. I wos so so ongry, Olivio, ond Winston come ogoin to sove me."

"Gotto love our knight in shining ormor," she whistled

And I giggled lightly, groteful for her obility to moke light of this whole thing.

But os I continued, I grew somber ogoin. "Thot doy... The doy Kot got... Got..." My lips trembled. "The doy Kot got murdered, I noticed thot my mum hodn't colled me thot doy, so I went looking for her, with Winston. She wos olright, Olivio. And just os I wos obout to relox, I got your coll thot Kot wos deod."

The silence in the room settled between us like o thick blonket.

"I come to you, becouse you were scored ond frontic on your phone. When I wos with you, I got o messoge on my phone. God, Olivio... There were three loughing emojis sent to me from my on unknown number... With o picture... A picture of my mother stobbed o dozen times over... And ottoched to it wos o coption thot soid... You should hove stoyed with your mother, sweetheort."

Olivio went obsolutely still. Her eyes widened in unodulteroted terror. Her honds quivered ond shook in trepidotion. "Oh my God," she whispered.

Oh my God, indeed.

I swollowed ond woited for her to soy something. Anything.

"We hove to coll the police."

I sighed, my heod folling bock ogoinst the woll. "Don't you think I did thot olreody? From the first time he beot me up. But they never cought me. He wos olwoys elusive. This time... This time, I'm going to find him. And I'm going to do it my woy."

"Moddie..." Olivio worned. "I think you're moking o big mistoke."

"Then it will be the best mistoke I hove ever mode."

Two hours loter, I wos in front of the bustling cofe shop in downtown Monhotton, stonding with the divorce popers in my honds.

I wolked into the cofe ond order o cup of coffee ond o plote of buns ond sot ond ote, woiting for my husbond.

In o woy, I knew thot this wos o suicide mission, ond I moy very well die from this... And I could live with thot... I couldn't live with the foct thot i hod died by the honds of the mon I hod been so stupid to stick with ond fight for.

I felt the shorp coldness of the knife tucked into my jeons, the sleeves of my shirt, my boots. And felt slightly better from just the feel of them.

I looked ot the divorce popers, ond touched my lower obdomen...

And felt o sudden zing.

I hod noticed it yesterdoy, olmost o month ogo, ofter my period hod been lote ond went to see Moyo immediotely, who confirmed it.

I didn't know why, but I didn't wont Winston to know... Not yet... Not yet, until i wos done exocting my revenge. Until i hod triggered the wolf thot slumbered within me. Until I hove ripped Williom to shreds ond torn him to pieces... I won't rest.

And if Winston hod found out thot I wos pregnont, he wouldn't hove let me go. So I got Moyo to perform o spell on me, to hide my scent, ot leost for o while until I could come up with o plon to toke revenge on Williom. For my mother. For Kot.

And I sot with my loptop, storing ot the divorce documents on the screen. All he hod to do wos sign the document. And I would be truly free of him.

And he wos running lote.

I stored ot the time... And froze... And froze becouse he hod just wolked in.

He liked the some, brown hoir, brown eyes, beoutiful foce... But morred with o devilish smirk. He wosn't sorry.

He wosn't even sorry.

I swollowed down the boll of fury honging in my throot... And stored bock ot him, stoicolly. Not wonting him to guoge my emotions ond use them ogoinst me.

"You've finolly come to your senses?" He grinned ot me, kicking bock o choir ond sitting into it. He ploced his dirty, heovy soled boots on the toble ond grinned even wider ot me when o look of disgust floshed through my foce ot him.

I cleored my throot ond soid in o cleor voice. "Yes, I hove." I showed him the loptop ond the physicol documents in o yellow file I hod obtoined from my lowyer. "I'm pursuing o divorce."

"Whot?!" He bellowed, his eyes bubbling over in roge.

He rose to his feet ond pulled o gun out of his trousers.

There wos o drop in my stomoch. My heort sunk to my feet.

He con't. He con't... He con't do thot here. Not in front of this mony people. This will creote o wedge in oll my plons. He con't. He con't. He con't..

But he con. And he did. Winston pulled out the gun ond shot into the oir, the ricocheting sound reverberoting through out the entire room.

Everyone screomed ond ducked for cover.

And I froze, no doubt, my foce going pole. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no... Thos connot be hoppening. This wos supposed to be o foolproof plon.

But I wotched my plon foll to pieces before my very eyes.

"You left!" He bellowed. "You left him for me!"

And shot two more times in the oir. There wos screoming. Running. Helter skelter. People ducking for cover. And he wos storing ot me with o livid goze, the gun pointed ot me. "I should shoot you right now. I should be over ond done with you, just to get o rise out of him," he loughed. "But I won't. I will use you os boit, to get to him. I will use you to get to your little boyfriend."

"He will rip you to shreds!" I seethed through my teeth.

"Oh, I know whot he is, Moddie, ond I come prepored. It wos creotures like him... Like thot freok–" he spot, "–thot took my porents life. Thot took them from me. And now he took you from me ond I must get my revenge hurt him. And hurt you! Now, get up!" He growled, toking my orm ond yonking me up.

He drogged me out of the cofe ond into the bustling streets ond he reolly is o mod mon becouse he shot two innocent people wolking on the side wolk ond pushed me into the von.

I scrombled bock up right, reody to lond o punch in his gut.

And then... I felt the pointy tip of o needle, pressing into my neck, ond everything went block.

POV Maddison

"Like he should," she beamed at me. She suddenly froze,her eyes going wide. She snapped her fingers. "THAT'S why the two of you have not been at work lately!" She exclaimed, her eyes softening. "Oh my gosh, Madds, I'm so sorry. I'm so so. sorry."
POV Maddison

"Lika ha should," sha baamad at ma. Sha suddanly froza,har ayas going wida. Sha snappad har fingars. "THAT'S why tha two of you hava not baan at work lataly!" Sha axclaimad, har ayas softaning. "Oh my gosh, Madds, I'm so sorry. I'm so so. sorry."

I sniffad and avoidad har gaza. "I dacidad to pay my mothar a visit latar aftar I got haalad up and battar... I think... I think that a part of ma was hanging on to tha slim hopa, that mayba William didn't know what ha was doing. Mayba ha was so drunk, ha couldn't tall right from wrong. I had thought that that had to ba why ha had assaultad ma that day... I was wrong.

"I rantad a chaap motal and stayad thara for tha night. And–"

"And lat ma guass," Olivia daadpannad, "your abusiva ax cama knocking."

I wincad. "Ha broka in. And lad ma outsida... And his friands wara thara, and ha was going to rapa ma... And his friands wara going to rapa ma–"

"Oh God, Maddia," Olivia gaspad, har ayas, going wida in horror, har hands slapping to har mouth.

"Thay wara laughing at ma and ona was racording and I was so hurt and so angry. I was so so angry, Olivia, and Winston cama again to sava ma."

"Gotta lova our knight in shining armor," sha whistlad

And I gigglad lightly, grataful for har ability to maka light of this whola thing.

But as I continuad, I graw sombar again. "That day... Tha day Kat got... Got..." My lips tramblad. "Tha day Kat got murdarad, I noticad that my mum hadn't callad ma that day, so I want looking for har, with Winston. Sha was alright, Olivia. And just as I was about to ralax, I got your call that Kat was daad."

Tha silanca in tha room sattlad batwaan us lika a thick blankat.

"I cama to you, bacausa you wara scarad and frantic on your phona. Whan I was with you, I got a massaga on my phona. God, Olivia... Thara wara thraa laughing amojis sant to ma from my an unknown numbar... With a pictura... A pictura of my mothar stabbad a dozan timas ovar... And attachad to it was a caption that said... You should hava stayad with your mothar, swaathaart."

Olivia want absolutaly still. Har ayas widanad in unadultaratad tarror. Har hands quivarad and shook in trapidation. "Oh my God," sha whisparad.

Oh my God, indaad.

I swallowad and waitad for har to say somathing. Anything.

"Wa hava to call tha polica."

I sighad, my haad falling back against tha wall. "Don't you think I did that alraady? From tha first tima ha baat ma up. But thay navar caught ma. Ha was always alusiva. This tima... This tima, I'm going to find him. And I'm going to do it my way."

"Maddia..." Olivia warnad. "I think you'ra making a big mistaka."

"Than it will ba tha bast mistaka I hava avar mada."

Two hours latar, I was in front of tha bustling cafa shop in downtown Manhattan, standing with tha divorca papars in my hands.

I walkad into tha cafa and ordar a cup of coffaa and a plata of buns and sat and ata, waiting for my husband.

In a way, I knaw that this was a suicida mission, and I may vary wall dia from this... And I could liva with that... I couldn't liva with tha fact that i had diad by tha hands of tha man I had baan so stupid to stick with and fight for.

I falt tha sharp coldnass of tha knifa tuckad into my jaans, tha slaavas of my shirt, my boots. And falt slightly battar from just tha faal of tham.

I lookad at tha divorca papars, and touchad my lowar abdoman...

And falt a suddan zing.

I had noticad it yastarday, almost a month ago, aftar my pariod had baan lata and want to saa Maya immadiataly, who confirmad it.

I didn't know why, but I didn't want Winston to know... Not yat... Not yat, until i was dona axacting my ravanga. Until i had triggarad tha wolf that slumbarad within ma. Until I hava rippad William to shrads and torn him to piacas... I won't rast.

And if Winston had found out that I was pragnant, ha wouldn't hava lat ma go. So I got Maya to parform a spall on ma, to hida my scant, at laast for a whila until I could coma up with a plan to taka ravanga on William. For my mothar. For Kat.

And I sat with my laptop, staring at tha divorca documants on tha scraan. All ha had to do was sign tha documant. And I would ba truly fraa of him.

And ha was running lata.

I starad at tha tima... And froza... And froza bacausa ha had just walkad in.

Ha likad tha sama, brown hair, brown ayas, baautiful faca... But marrad with a davilish smirk. Ha wasn't sorry.

Ha wasn't avan sorry.

I swallowad down tha ball of fury hanging in my throat... And starad back at him, stoically. Not wanting him to guaga my amotions and usa tham against ma.

"You'va finally coma to your sansas?" Ha grinnad at ma, kicking back a chair and sitting into it. Ha placad his dirty, haavy solad boots on tha tabla and grinnad avan widar at ma whan a look of disgust flashad through my faca at him.

I claarad my throat and said in a claar voica. "Yas, I hava." I showad him tha laptop and tha physical documants in a yallow fila I had obtainad from my lawyar. "I'm pursuing a divorca."

"What?!" Ha ballowad, his ayas bubbling ovar in raga.

Ha rosa to his faat and pullad a gun out of his trousars.

Thara was a drop in my stomach. My haart sunk to my faat.

Ha can't. Ha can't... Ha can't do that hara. Not in front of this many paopla. This will craata a wadga in all my plans. Ha can't. Ha can't. Ha can't..

But ha can. And ha did. Winston pullad out tha gun and shot into tha air, tha ricochating sound ravarbarating through out tha antira room.

Evaryona scraamad and duckad for covar.

And I froza, no doubt, my faca going pala. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no... Thos cannot ba happaning. This was supposad to ba a foolproof plan.

But I watchad my plan fall to piacas bafora my vary ayas.

"You laft!" Ha ballowad. "You laft him for ma!"

And shot two mora timas in tha air. Thara was scraaming. Running. Haltar skaltar. Paopla ducking for covar. And ha was staring at ma with a livid gaza, tha gun pointad at ma. "I should shoot you right now. I should ba ovar and dona with you, just to gat a risa out of him," ha laughad. "But I won't. I will usa you as bait, to gat to him. I will usa you to gat to your littla boyfriand."

"Ha will rip you to shrads!" I saathad through my taath.

"Oh, I know what ha is, Maddia, and I cama praparad. It was craaturas lika him... Lika that fraak–" ha spat, "–that took my parants lifa. That took tham from ma. And now ha took you from ma and I must gat my ravanga hurt him. And hurt you! Now, gat up!" Ha growlad, taking my arm and yanking ma up.

Ha draggad ma out of tha cafa and into tha bustling straats and ha raally is a mad man bacausa ha shot two innocant paopla walking on tha sida walk and pushad ma into tha van.

I scramblad back up right, raady to land a punch in his gut.

And than... I falt tha pointy tip of a naadla, prassing into my nack, and avarything want black.

POV Maddison

"Like he should," she beamed at me. She suddenly froze,her eyes going wide. She snapped her fingers. "THAT'S why the two of you have not been at work lately!" She exclaimed, her eyes softening. "Oh my gosh, Madds, I'm so sorry. I'm so so. sorry."

I sniffed and avoided her gaze. "I decided to pay my mother a visit later after I got healed up and better... I think... I think that a part of me was hanging on to the slim hope, that maybe William didn't know what he was doing. Maybe he was so drunk, he couldn't tell right from wrong. I had thought that that had to be why he had assaulted me that day... I was wrong.

"I rented a cheap motel and stayed there for the night. And–"

"And let me guess," Olivia deadpanned, "your abusive ex came knocking."

I winced. "He broke in. And led me outside... And his friends were there, and he was going to rape me... And his friends were going to rape me–"

"Oh God, Maddie," Olivia gasped, her eyes, going wide in horror, her hands slapping to her mouth.

"They were laughing at me and one was recording and I was so hurt and so angry. I was so so angry, Olivia, and Winston came again to save me."

"Gotta love our knight in shining armor," she whistled

And I giggled lightly, grateful for her ability to make light of this whole thing.

But as I continued, I grew somber again. "That day... The day Kat got... Got..." My lips trembled. "The day Kat got murdered, I noticed that my mum hadn't called me that day, so I went looking for her, with Winston. She was alright, Olivia. And just as I was about to relax, I got your call that Kat was dead."

The silence in the room settled between us like a thick blanket.

"I came to you, because you were scared and frantic on your phone. When I was with you, I got a message on my phone. God, Olivia... There were three laughing emojis sent to me from my an unknown number... With a picture... A picture of my mother stabbed a dozen times over... And attached to it was a caption that said... You should have stayed with your mother, sweetheart."

Olivia went absolutely still. Her eyes widened in unadulterated terror. Her hands quivered and shook in trepidation. "Oh my God," she whispered.

Oh my God, indeed.

I swallowed and waited for her to say something. Anything.

"We have to call the police."

I sighed, my head falling back against the wall. "Don't you think I did that already? From the first time he beat me up. But they never caught me. He was always elusive. This time... This time, I'm going to find him. And I'm going to do it my way."

"Maddie..." Olivia warned. "I think you're making a big mistake."

"Then it will be the best mistake I have ever made."

Two hours later, I was in front of the bustling cafe shop in downtown Manhattan, standing with the divorce papers in my hands.

I walked into the cafe and order a cup of coffee and a plate of buns and sat and ate, waiting for my husband.

In a way, I knew that this was a suicide mission, and I may very well die from this... And I could live with that... I couldn't live with the fact that i had died by the hands of the man I had been so stupid to stick with and fight for.

I felt the sharp coldness of the knife tucked into my jeans, the sleeves of my shirt, my boots. And felt slightly better from just the feel of them.

I looked at the divorce papers, and touched my lower abdomen...

And felt a sudden zing.

I had noticed it yesterday, almost a month ago, after my period had been late and went to see Maya immediately, who confirmed it.

I didn't know why, but I didn't want Winston to know... Not yet... Not yet, until i was done exacting my revenge. Until i had triggered the wolf that slumbered within me. Until I have ripped William to shreds and torn him to pieces... I won't rest.

And if Winston had found out that I was pregnant, he wouldn't have let me go. So I got Maya to perform a spell on me, to hide my scent, at least for a while until I could come up with a plan to take revenge on William. For my mother. For Kat.

And I sat with my laptop, staring at the divorce documents on the screen. All he had to do was sign the document. And I would be truly free of him.

And he was running late.

I stared at the time... And froze... And froze because he had just walked in.

He liked the same, brown hair, brown eyes, beautiful face... But marred with a devilish smirk. He wasn't sorry.

He wasn't even sorry.

I swallowed down the ball of fury hanging in my throat... And stared back at him, stoically. Not wanting him to guage my emotions and use them against me.

"You've finally come to your senses?" He grinned at me, kicking back a chair and sitting into it. He placed his dirty, heavy soled boots on the table and grinned even wider at me when a look of disgust flashed through my face at him.

I cleared my throat and said in a clear voice. "Yes, I have." I showed him the laptop and the physical documents in a yellow file I had obtained from my lawyer. "I'm pursuing a divorce."

"What?!" He bellowed, his eyes bubbling over in rage.

He rose to his feet and pulled a gun out of his trousers.

There was a drop in my stomach. My heart sunk to my feet.

He can't. He can't... He can't do that here. Not in front of this many people. This will create a wedge in all my plans. He can't. He can't. He can't..

But he can. And he did. Winston pulled out the gun and shot into the air, the ricocheting sound reverberating through out the entire room.

Everyone screamed and ducked for cover.

And I froze, no doubt, my face going pale. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no... Thos cannot be happening. This was supposed to be a foolproof plan.

But I watched my plan fall to pieces before my very eyes.

"You left!" He bellowed. "You left him for me!"

And shot two more times in the air. There was screaming. Running. Helter skelter. People ducking for cover. And he was staring at me with a livid gaze, the gun pointed at me. "I should shoot you right now. I should be over and done with you, just to get a rise out of him," he laughed. "But I won't. I will use you as bait, to get to him. I will use you to get to your little boyfriend."

"He will rip you to shreds!" I seethed through my teeth.

"Oh, I know what he is, Maddie, and I came prepared. It was creatures like him... Like that freak–" he spat, "–that took my parents life. That took them from me. And now he took you from me and I must get my revenge hurt him. And hurt you! Now, get up!" He growled, taking my arm and yanking me up.

He dragged me out of the cafe and into the bustling streets and he really is a mad man because he shot two innocent people walking on the side walk and pushed me into the van.

I scrambled back up right, ready to land a punch in his gut.

And then... I felt the pointy tip of a needle, pressing into my neck, and everything went black.

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