Eighty-Nine.

Back in Lyon’s house.

Chelsey wouldn’t stop crying, she kept imagining the worst scenario and wondered what would’ve happened if Lyon had died.

The sound of her phone ringing caused her to stop crying, she took a look at it and it was an unknown number.

“Hello,” she sniffled into the phone, “who is this?” She asked and the next voice that came made her blood freeze.

She’d thought that it was all over, why was he calling her again? What does he want from her this time around?

“You managed to get away under the protection of your new boyfriend, didn’t you?” The voice came and she shivered.

Her lips quivered and the air conditioner became almost unbearable for her as she shook violently.

“What the hell do you want from me?” She almost yelled into the phone but she controlled herself.

Lucas laughed maniacally, they might have thought he was done but he wasn’t at all, he was just getting started.

“I don’t know, Chelsey but didn’t I tell you that I wasn’t ready to let you go until I was don

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