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.

passed security at your place. Took photos of us fucking Lillian.”

Did he send it

I nod.

his fist on the guy’s

nursing his

looks furious but also confused

again and scrolled

exhaled and looked around. It was still quiet and the streets were still dead. There were no sounds of sirens so

it to

my eyes back to his and looked

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

eyes snapped to mine furiously.

pushing the guy’s now limp

door closed

give it to him, he’ll see what we’ve done,” I nudged my chin to the

tell him. Let him see that the guy he sent was easily taken down by us. That should scare him off a

posting those photos online or he might give them to the

photo nowadays son. Who do you think controls the media? Why do you think I had

sure hope you know

He patted my back and nudged his chin at the phone. “Text him back and

Aiden’s pov

floor, my heart

smell of the hospital was sickening. I hated the stench. But

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

those Muralo

pacing

worrying him

to sit down on

to

still safe.

Tenney’s phone to text me

it on Christopher. Who knew how far those