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.

place. Took photos of us fucking Lillian.” I sneered, slamming my fist again,

send it to

I nod.

roared and slammed his

groaned, nursing his

but also confused on what

the phone again and scrolled down. There’s

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

it to

to his and looked at the guy who

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

to mine furiously. “Just fucking give it to

roared, pushing the guy’s now limp body

the door closed and walked

see what we’ve

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

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

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

“I sure hope you know

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

Aiden’s pov

the floor, my heart

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

the line. Keeney was fighting

underestimated those Muralo sick

pacing for a

must be worrying him

sighed and went to sit down on one of the empty

I told him to call my dad to make

still safe.

phone to text me

betting it on Christopher. Who