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.

get passed security at your place. Took photos of us fucking Lillian.” I sneered, slamming my

he send it to

I nod.

and slammed his fist on the guy’s

nursing his wound and now

but also confused

phone again and scrolled down. There’s a

was still quiet and the streets were still dead. There were no sounds of sirens

to him,”

his and looked at the

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

mine furiously. “Just fucking

roared, pushing the guy’s

closed and walked over

what we’ve

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

head. “I don’t know dad. He might retaliate by posting those photos online or he might give them to the media. Either way we are

son. Who do you think controls the media? Why do you think I had

sighed. “I sure hope you

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

Aiden’s pov

pace the floor,

I hated the stench. But I hated my racing

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

underestimated those Muralo

you please stop pacing for

be worrying him

down on one

I told him to call my dad to make

still safe.

used Tenney’s phone

I was betting it on Christopher. Who knew how