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.

us fucking Lillian.” I sneered, slamming

send it to

I nod.

roared and slammed his

his wound

furious but also confused on what

again and scrolled down.

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 one had called

to him,”

to his and looked

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

mine furiously.

the guy’s

door closed and walked

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

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

dad. He might retaliate by posting those photos online or he might give them to

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

you know what

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

Aiden’s pov

floor, my

sickening. I hated the stench. But I hated my racing

life on the line. Keeney was fighting for his life

those Muralo sick

can you please stop pacing for a

worrying him even

sighed and went to sit down

to call my dad to make

still safe.

Tenney’s phone to text

was betting it on Christopher. Who knew how