Chapter hundred forty one

“SOS.” Dragon alerted the rest of the vile crew of rogues as Aaron could hear the scraping sounds of metals and the hasty movements of those enclosed with him in the confined space that had become his hell.

Aaron could feel himself being lifted from the wooden chair, his stiff behind sent him moaning in sheer pain as he got dragged out of only God knew where.

“Count your blessings, but never forget, we will certainly meet again.” And with that, Aaron yelped in pain with the law of gravity set in motion, he could feel himself fly out of the car and land on a granite and coarse surface.

The blaring sound of cars and honks did not help his current blindfolded situation. “Get the fuck out of the road!” He heard a man curse out.

“Wait, isn't that Aaron Churchill?” Murmurs and gasps flew around him. Aaron weakened to the knees and struggled to stand on his two feet but to no avail.

Helped by probably a good Samaritan, he was eased of the darkness accorded to him by his persecutors.

His
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter