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.

of us

Did he send it to

I nod.

his fist on

groaned, nursing his wound and

furious but also confused on what to

down at the phone again and scrolled

asked for his location.” I exhaled and looked around. It was still quiet and the streets were still dead. There were no sounds of sirens so no

to him,”

eyes back to his and

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

to mine furiously. “Just fucking give it

pushing the guy’s now limp

door closed

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

by

He might retaliate by posting those photos online or he might give them to the media. Either way

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

“I sure hope you know what

me son.” He patted my back and nudged his chin at the phone. “Text him back and give him the location. We’ll

Aiden’s pov

the floor, my

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

line. Keeney was fighting for his life

those Muralo sick

you please stop pacing for a second?” Mitch

worrying him even

sighed and went to sit down

to

still safe.

phone to text me the

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