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

send

I nod.

Dad roared and slammed his

groaned, nursing his wound and now

also confused

down at the phone again and scrolled

was still quiet and the streets were still dead. There were

it to him,” Dad

snapped my eyes back to his and looked at the guy who seemed to

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

furiously. “Just fucking

roared, pushing the guy’s

closed

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

why 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 bit. He’ll not want to come after us after seeing how

those photos online

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

you know what you’re doing,

nudged his chin at the phone. “Text him back and give him the location. We’ll be long gone when he gets here and

Aiden’s pov

the floor,

I hated

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

underestimated those Muralo sick

pacing

must be worrying him

sit down on one of

911, I told him to call my

still safe.

had obviously used Tenney’s phone to text me the

it on Christopher. Who knew how far those fuckers