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.

photos of us fucking Lillian.”

send

I nod.

slammed his fist on the

nursing his wound and now

furious but also confused

looked down at the phone again and scrolled

around. It was still quiet and the streets were

it to him,” Dad

and looked at

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

furiously. “Just fucking give it to

roared, pushing the guy’s now

door closed and

it to him, he’ll see what we’ve done,” I

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

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

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

sure hope you know what you’re

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

Aiden’s pov

the floor, my heart

hated the stench. But I

on the line. Keeney was fighting for

underestimated those

please stop pacing for

worrying him even

went to sit down

called 911, I told him to call my dad to

still safe.

phone to text me

I was betting it on Christopher. Who knew how