The Girl He Craves

Aiden’s pov

Mitch’s tired eyes looked at me when I entered the car.

“I told you, you didn’t have to come.” I grumble.

All he had to do was drop off the car here earlier and I could do what I have to do without involving him.

But he refused and wanted to tag along.

“I couldn’t let you go on your own sir.” He said while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

I didn’t want him to tag along just incase things go south. But I knew he’d still end up following me if I told him no.

“So where are we going sir?” He asked while peering at me through the rearview mirror.

“I’m waiting for a text back from the private investigator.” I uttered while. keeping the conversation open.

I texted him again. After a couple of minutes passed by it showed two blue check marks.

He got the message. I’m just confused on why he had yet to respond.

Ten minutes later it finally showed that he was typing.

Ping.

Private investigator: Meet me here.

He then sent me his location.

Telling Mitch the location, we set on the road.

Thirty minutes later and we were pulling up to the location. I looked down at my phone, texted the investigator back but didn’t get a response.

“Something is off.” I said as I looked around the dead street.

The only car up ahead is a black jeep that’s parked in the middle of the road.

It’s strange.

Mitch looks at me through the rearview mirror.

“Do you think something must’ve happened sir? Perhaps that’s why….

I looked back down at my phone. It shows that the last message I sent has been received. Yet there are no blue ticks this time.

was definitely strange about

my gut told me something was

the investigators number. It rang until it

“Mitch-

to tell Mitch to turn back around when a bloody hand from that parked jeep pushes out of

What the bloody fuck?.

“Sir-

me with widen alarmed

on my mouth to tell him to shush

wasn’t sure if the coast was

not.

very well be hiding somewhere and waiting

out.

hand waved up and down, as if signaling for

ready to shit

we should call the

groan that came from the clearly injured person who opened the door and fell down

hissed as I opened

was my

back, holding his

alarm when I jumped out of the car and rushed over

he was

have caught on to him

kneeled beside him and

shot or stabbed in the chest. Crimson painted

Mitch!” I yelled at Mitch who was visibly shaken about the

coughs out blood.

focus on your breathing instead.”

my hands

profusely, alarming my

all

Christopher’s pov

you for a few hours now Chris.” Lillian said in

I stiffen.

you know?” I asked, shifting my eyes to the

somehow always where we were today. I’ve marked the number plate and it’s the same. Someone sent someone to

gritted, tightening my hold

Don’t make it obvious.” She whispered

her hand to my face, she whispered. “Be careful. I think it’s Aiden who sent whoever it