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

send

I nod.

roared and slammed his fist on

his wound and now

but also confused on what

and scrolled down.

the streets were still dead. There were

to

his and looked at the

Woozy.

“What? Are you crazy!?

to mine furiously. “Just

He roared, pushing the guy’s now limp body

slammed the door closed and walked over

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

by us. That should

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

do you think controls the media? Why do you think I had been in Russia for a few weeks? We have links now Christopher. More

“I sure hope you know what you’re

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

Aiden’s pov

pace the floor, my heart

hated the stench. But I hated my racing

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

underestimated those Muralo sick

pacing for a second?”

must be worrying

sit down on one of the

him to call my dad to make sure

still safe.

obviously used Tenney’s phone to

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