The Girl He Craves

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Christopher’s pov

Dad managed to disarm the guy and calls me over as the guy’s shirt quickly soak with his blood.

“Find out who sent him.” Dad grunted as he opened the door and held the guy in a choke hold.

“How am I suppose to do that if you’re choking him!” I yelled and looked around.

Someone must have heard those gunshots. There’s no way no one would’ve heard.

Unless everyone leaving in those buildings are deaf.

“Get his phone.” Dad urged as a soft ping sound comes from the guys now lit up pocket.

He’s groaning in pain, coughing up his own blood but still struggles.

“If I were you, I’d stop struggling boy.” Dad hissed in his ear and nudged his chin to the guy’s pocket.

“Hurry up Christopher so we can get out of here.”

I quickly took out his phone.

“Fingerprint.” I grumble, fighting with the guy to grab his hand.

When I do, I pinched his finger and placed it on his screen. The phone unlocks and I quickly tapped on the text.

“That asshole! I knew Aiden was behind this shit!” I sneered as I read the messages between Aiden Xavier and the guy.

“Fuck!” I roared and slammed my fist on the jeep roof.

“What is it!?” Dad looked at me.

I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. “He had this piece of shit follow us.” I pointed at the guy who looked like he was about to pass out soon. Or maybe he was about to die.

Either way he deserved it.

us fucking Lillian.” I sneered, slamming my fist again, this time on the

he send

I nod.

and slammed his fist

nursing his wound

also confused on what

phone again and scrolled down.

still quiet and the streets were still dead. There were no

to him,”

to his and looked at the guy

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

furiously. “Just fucking give it

He roared, pushing the guy’s

the door closed and walked over to

see what we’ve done,” I nudged my chin

the guy he sent was easily taken down by us. That should scare him off a bit. He’ll not want

“I don’t know dad. He might retaliate by posting those photos online or he might give them to the media. Either way

think controls the media? Why do you think I had been in Russia for

you know what

chin at the phone. “Text him back and give him the location. We’ll be long

Aiden’s pov

pace the floor,

I hated the stench. But I hated

life on the line. Keeney was fighting for his life in there because of

underestimated those

pacing for a second?”

worrying him

sit down

911, I told him to

still safe.

Tenney’s phone to

was betting it on Christopher. Who knew how far those