Her face was contorted with a wrinkle of concern and her line of thought was hijacked by Alan’s speech.“Here, take this gun,” Alan spoke. “This is how you are going to use it. You just pull this place, it is called the trigger okay? But I assure you that there won't be any reason for you to shoot him. Look at him, he is properly tied up.”Sharapova’s face was still etched with worry. “But why don't you just kill him once and for all? If he is dead, we don't have to worry about him anymore right?”Alan swallowed. “That is not entirely correct, we might still need him and that is why we need to keep him alive just in case. Come on, take it.”Alan then handed the gun to Sharapova who was still shivering in fear before he gestured for Chester to follow him as they searched for Ivy.Chester, noticing that his wife was very much jittery moved closer to her with his voice hushed and his eyes soft in an expression of concern. “Hey, darling, I know you are scared right now but it would be alr
The man made a mockery of Sharapova’s threats, his eyes gleaming with a glint of amusement. “Are you still upset that I had you all tied up the other time? I just wanted Chester, that’s all. If we have Chester, you could be free. I didn't want to hurt you. To be honest, I was actually liking you.”“Damn you!” Sharapova seethed.“I think I am beginning to like you even more. I like it more when you talk. I was right about you being so much better than what the man you call your husband deserves.”Sharapova chose not to talk this time. Each statement the man was making was aimed at frustrating her and he was doing a great job at that.“I can keep a secret just in case you were wondering,” the man spoke, his voice laced with a sarcastic whisper as he nudged his head forward. “Tell me, is the girl really his daughter?”Sharapova’s face was contorted with a raw and explosive fury and her heart was pulsing dangerously. “How dare you?! Are you insane? Are you out of your mind? What kind of s
But just at that moment, the man who had dodged the bullet tore at the ropes like a best unleashed, his hands breaking free from the ropes and the chair as he charged towards Sharapova.The woman’s heart pounded with a frantic beat of terror and her blood raced with a pulse of panic as the man lashed at her.With primal aggression, the man twisted her hands and bent her wrist bone before his hands struck with a deadly grip of iron, and his fingers closed around the gun as he snatched it from her.Before Sharapova could know what was going on, she found her hands empty as the gun was now in the hands of the man.Sharapova’s eyes darted wildly with disbelief as her lungs burned with a rhythm of panic. She couldn't believe what had just happened to her. It was like one of those film tricks that happened on TV shows except this time it was happening to her.She stared at her hands for a few seconds and wondered how the gun had so quickly vanished from her hands.The man’s fingers tightene
Alan kept punching his face and stomach with an intense energy but there was no time as he noticed that on-lookers had gathered around and were staring at him. That wasn’t what he wanted. He started hearing whispers from behind him.“Damn, that guy has suffered one hell of a beating!”“What could be happening? Has someone called the police?”“Oh, but I think he is guilty of something.”“Damnit! Why don't you guys just stay away from there? This could be more serious than we think.”Alan realized that staying there much longer could cause a situation that he didn't want so he left the kidnapper battered on the rests of his chair inside the car. “Well, that should send a message to Grady,” Alan spoke, his voice tinged with contempt.Chester who was running from behind had already met up with Alan and dragged open the backseat door.Chester’s eyes were filled with a sudden wave of emotion as Ivy latched onto his arms the moment she saw him open the car door.“Daddy!” She screamed in joy
Nicholas was at a loss for words. He darted back and forth in his room, staring at the ceiling while also jamming one of his feet to the ground in tension.Hanson spoke again. “It's not going to harm if we spend the night and maybe a few more nights at my girlfriend’s place. She is a very nice lady and she could definitely accommodate the both of us for a few nights.”“What?!” Nicholas’ jaw dropped in an exaggerated display of shock. “Are you kidding me? Your girlfriend’s place is where you think is best for us to spend a few nights.”Nicholas scoffed, turning his back against his brother.“Where else do you think we should go? At least I have friends that I can always ask for help whenever there is a problem,” Hanson spoke in disapproval.“Oh, and I am the loner, right? I am a loner who has no friends or a girlfriend. I get it, okay? I get it,” Nicholas responded, his eyebrows furrowed in a growing frustration.Hanson then heaved a sigh before walking straight across to meet Nicholas
“I wish we had all the time in the world to talk about this but the truth is that we don't. Alan is going to be here very soon as soon as I get you both out of here but you should know that you are his last target. He won't hesitate to come here and kill you just as he had done to the six other miners before you,” Della argued, her gaze turning left and right as she sought to access the surroundings.Hanson’s expression was still guarded as he sought a sign of deception by interrogating Della. “How then is it that you couldn't save the other six who died? If the assassin wants my brother as well, what makes you think that anything you do right now could save him.”Della heaved a weary sigh. She wasn't in the mood for the back-and-forth conversation. “Shouldn’t that be more of a testament to how dangerous Grady is and why we shouldn't waste time arguing.”“How is it a waste of time when we don't know you neither do we know if what you are saying is true. Anyone who had bad intentions c
“Well, well, well. It looks like we are going to be doing a little hide-and-seek today, isn't it Nicholas?” Grady spoke out loud, his voice laced with a sarcastic mockery.The whole environment was quiet as there was barely any sign that anyone was there. Nicholas and Hanson had taken their places in the attic while Della was with her gun taking cover behind a pillar under the stairs.Grady fired several other warning shots into the walls and ceilings as the roar of gunfire filled the space. “Come out wherever you are now, Nicholas. There is no escaping this. I know that you are here so that shouldn't be a question. I also know that you are listening to me right now.”Nicholas’ heart was pounding heavily as he listened to every word that Grady spoke. His eyes were sunken with a posture of fear. How could he survive the dread that was approaching? Every yelling that escaped Grady’s lips seemed to be giving him flashbacks of how his abusive father was.He kept shaking his head and using
Grady walked about various spots in the house as he traced where Nicholas could be, his face contorted to cause danger.“How scared could you possibly be right now? You must be pretty scared I assume. But you see, it’s going to feel much worse when I eventually find you.”Grady was very intentional about finding Nicholas because it was going to be his last kill before he returned to his planned appointment with his boss.“You see, Nicholas, you might want to ask yourself why I chose you last because I know you have heard about what happened to the others. I chose you last because I knew you were the easiest kill. I really had fun with the others but let's just call you the final icing on the cake. Don't think that you can escape this, Nickky.”Grady’s voice was laced with mockery and a sarcastic intent to intimidate Nicholas as much as he could.Grady fired another hail of bullets to scare Nicholas.“Nickky!” Grady called out loud, his voice laced with ridicule. “The longer you hide,