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.

at your place. Took photos of us fucking

Did he send it to

I nod.

and slammed his fist on

nursing his wound and

but also confused on what to

the phone again and

location.” I exhaled and looked around. It was still quiet and the streets were still dead. There were no sounds

it to him,” Dad

eyes back to his and looked at

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

furiously. “Just fucking

pushing the guy’s now limp body

closed and walked over

see what we’ve done,” I

was easily taken down by us. That should scare him off a bit. He’ll not want to

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

a fucking photo nowadays son. Who do you think controls the media? Why do you think I had been in

“I sure hope you know what you’re doing,

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

Aiden’s pov

pace the floor, my heart

I hated the stench. But I hated

line. Keeney was fighting for his

underestimated those

please stop pacing for a

must be worrying him

to sit down on one of

called 911, I told him to call my

still safe.

phone to text me

betting it on Christopher. Who knew how