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.

somehow managed to get passed security at your place. Took photos of us fucking Lillian.” I sneered, slamming my fist again, this time

Did he send

I nod.

and slammed his fist

his wound

furious but also confused

at the phone again and scrolled down.

and looked around. It was still quiet and the streets were still dead. There were no sounds

to him,” Dad

his and looked

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

snapped to mine furiously.

the guy’s

closed and walked over to

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

down by us. That should scare him off a bit.

posting those photos online or he might give

edit a fucking photo nowadays son. Who do you think controls the media? Why do you think

hope you

the phone. “Text him back and give him the location.

Aiden’s pov

floor, my heart

of the hospital was sickening. I hated the stench. But I hated my racing thoughts

put someone’s life on the line. Keeney was fighting for his life in there because of

those Muralo

pacing for

must be worrying him even

and went to sit down on one of the

called 911, I told him to call my dad to make sure

still safe.

used Tenney’s phone to text

betting it on Christopher. Who knew how far those fuckers would