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.

definitely

my gut told me

the investigators number. It rang until it ended without him

“Mitch-

back around when a bloody hand from that parked jeep pushes

What the bloody fuck?.

“Sir-

looked at me

on my mouth to tell him to shush as I

no one about but I wasn’t sure if the coast was actually

not.

well be hiding somewhere and waiting for

out.

up and down, as

looked ready to shit his

think we should call the

person who opened the door and fell down with a thud on the cold

hissed as I

was my

his back, holding his chest

when I jumped out of the car and rushed over to

was the reason he

must have caught

grunted as I kneeled beside him

shot or stabbed in the chest. Crimson painted his entire shirt. Luckily he

911 Mitch!” I yelled at Mitch who was visibly

coughs out

focus on

my hands to his

bleeding profusely, alarming

eyes fluttered close all I

Christopher’s pov

few hours now Chris.”

I stiffen.

know?” I asked, shifting

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

tightening

it obvious.” She whispered and pulled

her hand to my face, she whispered. “Be careful. I think