Killian's POV
The moment I dropped the phone and stood to my feet, Shedrack followed me with an accusatory look in his eyes.“The record room? That wasn't part of the plan. Why can't you get it yourself, I mean you are strong enough to survive whatever comes after.” Shedrack folded his arms and squared up in my face. I knew he was only being protective of his special friend whether he decided to say it or not. I was just done with explaining myself.“If there will be any hint of information that talks about Hannah Martins, it's going to be inside of those record rooms.” I said, choosing to move out of his way so I could prepare for the backlash. There had to be security of some sort, they weren't stupid enough to leave their most prized asset—which is the information they hold of really powerful people that got away with dubious shit.“There is more than one record room?” He stood toe to toe with me again.“Okay, dude if you don't back tKillian's POV Sirens blew out into the night. I watched his eyes widen.“What have you done…” Shedrack grabbed at his hair going straight for the only window in sight that looked into the clinic. Of course you couldn't see shit, just the red flashes from the alarms on the inside.“If you can fight, come with me. If you can't, find somewhere safe—” I thought of the word ‘safe’ and laughed to myself.“This is funny to you, huh? You just do whatever you like because you are strong and shit, then the rest of us can go fuck it, right?” Shedrack yelled, coming back to me. All I could do was sigh. Out of all of them, he was the only one who was actually untouchable because his mother is crazy. It would be self harm doing anything to him. I could expose his family secrets to him just to take him off the moral high horse he loved to ride.But what would Katie think of me then? I barely got to her good side. “Shedrack, do
Katie's POVWe stumbled out of the clinic, the sick green interior and the dingy smell of wetness still hung over my head. It felt like a heavy veil clothed upon my skin and I wanted to rip it off so bad, I fell to the ground gasping for air.Roman came out a few seconds later, I don't know what held him back but he took a bit longer.“Come on, get up Katie. The fight isn't over, now isn't the time to rest.” Roman gingered. I stretched my weak hand to him, allowing him to drag me up on my feet and pull me in the direction of the side of the building. Before we got there, Shedrack appeared.“I can't find Ryan! I can't find Ryan guys and I have no memory of him or when I last saw him.” Shedrack panicked. I could see in his eyes that he has been crying for a bit.“I am so glad you guys are safe.” He cried, hugging Roman tight but he didn't hug him back, then he embraced me next. The dread returned in Shedrack's eyes. “Ryan…”
Katie’s POV “I am coming with you.”“No, you are not strong enough. You—”“I said, I'm coming with you.” I touched his shoulders.“Alright, stay alert.”I watched him go ahead first wondering if he even realized that I had compelled him. I studied his back, there were tears which meant they got him too but how did he get rid of the poison?“Aren’t you coming again?” He turned around and asked. “Yeah yeah, I am. I just got lost in my head. Let's go.” I nudged him to keep going, this time I followed closely behind, making sure I left my ears open for any suspicious movement.I don't know how possible it was but the smell inside was even worse than I remembered it and I soon figured out why. The smell of blood and something else that I couldn't put my finger on filled the air. I watched the shadows like a hawk, waiting for one of them to pop out, instead, Killian walked out of the corridor just after th
Katie's POV “Don’t fall asleep now…we still have to get out of this hellhole.” “Till then.”I muttered, drifting into sleep anyways.~~~~~A pain on the side of my head was enough to wake me up from my slumber. A slumber I was aware I had embarked on from a good stand point but had no idea it got better in my absence. Because tell me why I woke up to a cool non-dingy like air and in Killian's arms. It was the best feeling I have ever thought of having. He carried me bridal style out of the tunnel and into the fresh air of Monaco.It was hard to tell where exactly what I was seeing aside from the reflection of the moon on the surface of the lake. Even the boat wasn't powered up enough to shine its bright light around.“Oh you are finally awake…” He smiled down at me in his arms and I just wanted to snuggle in harder. He was shirtless, the top part of his overall was dipped down and tied by the base.“Guys,
Katie's POV “I need a break…” I sighed.A migraine began to reach around my skull like a gym head back. I stared at my odds. Another walk by the boat while we try to unscrew or break through or sitting with an unconscious body of Jessica with the possibility of waking up anytime. ~~~~~Jessica's POVI have never desired death so much in my life.Where am I?I looked up at the open sky refusing to believe what I was feeling. Cool breeze that didn't smell like spewed guts and bleach simultaneously.My body felt heavy and stuck to whatever was beneath me. Thank heavens it was comfortable, I just knew I would be dealing with a bad neck pain in a worse case scenario.I filled my lungs up to the brim with the clean air. It should have brought a smile to my face if only I could feel it. It was cool. I survived. I needed to smile. I survived what was the most hellish fever dream of my life. If the center of my leg didn't feel like it was cooling off, I would have swore it was all just a ter
Roman’s POV“Take as much time as you need…” Shedrack rubbed my back and I could feel my features instantly soften.I took in a deep breath, preparing myself to relive the trauma once again. Every attention was on me, staring at my lips, my face, waiting for the first word to fall out.“First off, can I just say anyone who has faced those slippers one on one, you are eligible to sign up for after combat therapy. Because those creatures were surely manufactured from some of the surest depths of hell. I can't be told otherwise. Their breath smells like the pit of everything wrong with this world and till this very moment, I don't even know what they really look like.” I said to them.Katie had the most understanding face out of everyone and I knew why. While she was still unconscious on Killian's back while he gave her a piggy ride, he and Shedrack filled me in on how she was attacked by a slipper who threatened to kill her but at the end got killed by Ryan.“So at first I thought the w
Katie's POV “I am sorry but I can't…” She sighed.“What do you want to hear then?” She asked, staring at me with tired eyes.“Everything.”“Come on…that's going to take like the whole night and it's already a new day.” She complained.“Then make it breathe. I'm not saying I want to know everything about you. I just want to know things like why you kept it away from us, since when and how are you so fucking cool?” Roman nudged her.“Or you could just compel me to forget what I saw…” He suggested, winking at me.I don't know how he manages to cook up this much excitement from but it was definitely eating off me. I needed a bed to sleep all my worries on.“Shut up. And you don't know about it for a good reason.” I added, shaking my head. I was trying my best to stall the answer until Lucy gave me a good go ahead to say it but then again, she wasn't exactly telling me not to say anything to him. My gut feeling also wasn't pricking me so I figured what could be the harm.I cleared my thr
Katie's POVI woke up to the tremor of the boat. Apparently it had hit the deck and broken a few pieces of wood work on the deck before it came to a stop.“My father is definitely going to ask questions…” Shedrack complained as we got down out and down from the boat one after the other. Jessica was strategically left for second to the last so that she was supported at the back and someone else helped her from the front. None of which was Ryan. Except for his little contribution to Roman's story, he had been exceptionally quiet throughout the ride. I had no idea where he hid till it was time to go on deck.“Well when you learn more about your father, I hope you will ask him questions too…” Stephen said as he helped Jessica down onto the deck. Everyone but Killian had the ‘what the fuck’ look on his face.“What did you say?” Shedrack asked, cocking his head to the side.“Hey! Doctor…you might want to get up now. I don't think any of these boys have any strength in them to carry your ass
Killian's POV I drove both my car into the woods opposite the bend that lent to the tent. I drove it up to a point I felt the visibility would be hard to notice in the thick of the night. The bus could stay where it was. It was a victim in the whole operation anyways. The other bodies I had to lift and dumb somewhere behind a large log of wood of a collapsed tree. After that, I would be left with dealing with whoever it was that was behind this operation. By the time I was back to the tent, she was sitting right in the center of the chair just as I left her, but this time, she lifted her head. Relief filled my body as I saw that she looked way better than I had left her. I mean, the swollen face was still sort of there but she didn't look like she was in pain. “Hey…” She said to me with a small smile. “You didn't think I was going to give in to them, did you?” She asked, after wincing at her attempt to smile. “I am just glad you are alive. My father would have had my head if somet
Katie's POV Just like that, I was a little girl again sitting between my mother's legs as she took care of my hair because none of the hairdressers in the pack were willing to make the hair of the child whose mother was said to be proclaimed a witch. I remember having to cry to my mother every time I got treated differently. And everytime, she would have that one same sad look in her eyes that would fall to the earth. Some days, she would spill tears onto them, other days when she was drunk enough—she was not even close to a messy drunk—she would just laugh it off with more strength and ask me to sit between her legs. There she would tell me about stories I have heard over a 100 times. The thing about these stories was that even though they were the same and I have heard them over and over, over the years, they always improved in detail. There was always something new to be made clearer about her story and not once did I ever doubt the stories she told me severally regardless of the
Killian's POV A whole survey began. Mel was alive. Even though my body was reeking of fatigue, I couldn't stop moving my burning muscles. I dragged both bodies I dropped in the woods somewhere farther away from the path that a car could come through in the woods, did the same to the bodies on the road while also checking their body for the mark of the special force. Each and every one of them had the mark, so it wasn't just a coincidence. They were all special force members acting like they were savages, under the control of…Anna Adam’s command, Shedrack’s mother. I always wondered how she was connected to all of this. Now I know how. She didn't have to deny it, It was clear now that she played her part in keeping me out of the pack. It was just sad that I was going to have to make an example out of her even after knowing her kid. I went into the car to check on Katie. I unlocked the door without announcing and they both screamed for their lives. “Hey hey…it's me!” I raised my han
Killian's POV My senses heightened as I tried to feel all of my environment, but I knew that was panic slippin into my blood streams. The urge to control what was beyond you was always a good prove that you were in the enemy's territory. The calm before the storm was over. Heavy feet landed onto the ground next to me and I didn't hesitate. I went straight for the kill, punching a hole into the wall of the shadow being standing in the night. The cry of pain cut out by my other hand while one was stuck in his gut. His ugly male breath poured in my face as I tried to lower him to the ground in silence without letting the others know. I was walking into a blind fight in enemy territory. I had no idea how many they were or what they were up to, but I knew they were close. The watch tower was never too far from the main camp. I took a deep breath, rubbing my wet arm against the tree and making sure that it stayed that way, away from me. I didn't want to keep wasting time over thinking how
Killian's POV One minute I am thinking about them, then next thing I know, they are flashing in my face looking straight out of a horror show. Katie's dark brown curly locks were wild on her head as she clutched onto Jessica, dragging her down just before I concluded the bend. I wasn't even done processing the fact that I had just seen them in the middle of the road, running in the middle of the freaking night. I collided with two bodies that forced me to bring the car to a halt. I couldn't help but wonder what just happened and where they came out from. One second the road was empty and now I was seeing at least four people. Their bodies dropped right in my face. I mean I was staring right at them when it happened and I wanted to pretend like it didn't just happen. It wasn't until Katie screamed at me, “Keep going! They are savages!” She really was the one I saw…I wasn't hallucinating. “Katie?!!” I called out to her, coming down from the car. “Killian?!!” She sounded so excited.
Killian's POV I was on my way following the same route to Stephen's bunker. The drive alone was way better and driving my personal car out of that godforsaken pack gave me even more reason to not return. I doubted I killed Ana, the fall was enough to make her pass out but not die. Being she was actively betraying me, they would probably find her before she loses more blood than she can afford. Her body was well rested on the ground next to her very ugly flower vase. I refused to not feel bad or guilty about my intrusive thoughts on killing her. But I wanted a ‘I told you so’ moment with my parents after all this was over. I pulled out my phone to call Stephen since Mel wasn't picking up. She wasn't a fan of calling and driving and that didn't come as a surprise to me. Stephen picked up after the first dial. “Hey…are you guys almost here??” He asked the question I was sort of going to ask him about Mel. “No…” I started, staring into the blaring empty road before me. “I am coming al
Katie's POV My throat was hot. The air I was breathing felt choking to my lungs, almost like I was inhaling hot smoke from a burning fire close to my face. I tried to scream but the clothes in my mouth wouldn't help me stop. I dressed away only to find out I have been bound by my hands to my back by a piece of material. The wheels in my head began to spin outrageously as I realized that I was dealing with something way bigger than me. I tried to scream because the more conscious I was getting, the more I was starting to realize that I was in big trouble. I so badly wanted it to be a dream because I couldn't tell the difference between a dream and reality. But this, this didn't feel like I was dreaming. “Jessica??” I whispered, hoping she was close to me and it wasn't my captor. “Yeah…” Her voice was weak. “Thank God! Are you okay??” I asked her. “Keep your voice down. They are still around the bus. They got Mel. We need to help Mel.” Jessica said in a weak voice. I could locate
Killian's POV I debated between going back to my apartment for a change in outfit but she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve clean clothes or clean air for the betrayal she was playing in our faces. At first, I was going to let her be. It wasn't forgiveness, I just felt I had way too much on my plate to focus on her till the full implications of her action dawned on me. She didn't give a single fuck about consequences too. That was the funny part. Did she forget the backbone of our marriage contract was based on trust and alliance. There was no time to do behind the scenes in depth research where I could find out how she really came about being a backstabbing bitch and if—my favorite part—her family was involved. That way, I could finally have the evidence I needed against the Andersons. It was unfortunate that my father turned an intentional blind eye to their disloyalty for whatever reason. I alighted from my car, bringing the beanie over my hair further down while keeping my
Joanna's POVThe cameras went off and Donald detached from my body like I was made of fire, he stormed to his office and shut the door behind him while leaving me to settle with the producer. I wasn't composing though, I have been taking care of the ropes for a while now and have gotten used to doing it alone. It didn't change the fact I was exhausted and he was mad at me. I knew why but refused to accept it for a fact because it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he was lumping all the faults on me, when we both had her inside the entire time. I waited in the living room with an open but untouched bottle of wine beside me, begging to be touched. I just couldn't let them see me falling heavily on the wine as a form of dependency. I painted the strong independent woman picture right from the very face day I found out how much power my father held. I wanted to be in his seat. He warned me that it wasn't for me. That no matter how I struggled to have this life I so dearly wanted, it would