Ex-Husband's Regret

Wanted dead I open my eyes to find myself in the living room, my hands tied to the back a chair. “Ahh, you’re awake. I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up, after all, I prefer having my victims conscious when I kill them” the man’s voice sends chills down my spine. He rounds the corner and I get to see him. At least parts of him since he had his face covered. He was a big and burly man. His arms alone, looked like they can crush a person’s head. He screamed danger and not because I was currently his victim. There was just something menacing about him. He takes a seat in front of me, with a glass of wine in his hand. My glass and my wine. He looked so comfortable, like this was his house. I try to get free, but the ropes are tight. “You can try all you want but you’re not getting away from me this time” he chuckles. “You’ve caused me enough trouble and I don’t like trouble” “Who are you and what do you want from me?” I ask him. Maybe if I can get him to talk I can get something from him and buy myself some time. There is no way no one noticed someone breaking into my house, right? “Let’s just say I’m someone who really wants you dead” The urge to roll my eyes is strong. I mean, it’s kind of obvious he wants me dead. That’s why I’m. currently tied to a chair in my own house. “Are you one of the goons that are after my family? You got the wrong person if you think that killing me will mean anything to them” He laughs loudly. Full on belly laugh. As if I said the funniest thing in the world. Fuck! I was hoping he would be part of the criminal gang that killed father. It would be so much easier to reason with him. To make him see that I don’t mean a thing to Rowan or my family. If I’m wrong and it’s not the gang after me, then it means I am totally screwed. “No darling, I’m not part of any gang, but someone promised me a very good pay if I delivered the news of your untimely death” he tells me gruffly. 4 I stare at him with shock. “Someone is paying you to have me killed?”

There is so many ways to kill you” he turns to face me. “Do you have any preference on how you would like to die?” I cringe inside. I needed to leave. The man was clearly a psycho and I wasn’t going to wait here hoping for Calvary to arrive. Besides, if my neighbors had seen anything, wouldn’t the police already be here? “No preference? I guess I’ll just have to slit your throat. There is nothing more satisfying like watching the life of your victim leave their eyes” he says with an evil glint in his eyes. He takes out a knife and starts flicking it up and down. I had only one chance to escape, so I better use it well. I push myself backwards as hard as I can. I crash, my head hitting the floor hard. Pain radiates through my skull. Making the throb even worse. I breathe in through the pain. Shit, the movies made this seem so easy. It wasn’t. 215 “What the fuck?!” he growls in shock. +15 BONUS With the chair broken, I’m free. I don’t give myself or him time to react. I get up quickly and start running towards the door while untying my hands. I don’t get far because he crashes into me. Making me collide with the wooden floor. He turns me so

leads me to the living room where he helps me take a seat, The police rush in, followed closely behind by Rowan and Ethan. “Search the place” the chief officer commands and the police scramble to do his bidding, all except Ethan. My head was killing me. My chin was throbbing and I could already tell that my face was beginning to swell. “How the hell did you let this happen, Drake?” Rowan snarls coming