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His Ungodly Touch Chapter 90
So it begins.My journey to redeeming myself from my first heartbreak. I have decided if I want to do this, then it means I would have to fully embody who I once was.I know it’s crazy because time passes and we change, but I don’t want change. I want to be the same person I were before I collided with Robert Jones.I want to forget him totally, but something tells me that that is just a wish that would unlikely come to pass.Considering that I am carrying his baby, he is going to be a part of my life whether I want him to or not.I thought deeply about just going to a low key clinic and getting rid of the baby, but I don’t want to honestly.That’s the crazy thing. Although I am scared to be a mother and I hate that I do happen to be pregnant for a guy that cheated on me, I want to keep it.This is a gift, a miracle. I was infertile for as long as I can remember, and here I am, pregnant. This is so precious.But
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It is a perfect shot and the man drops to the ground as soon as the bullet makes contact with his forehead. Panic awakens and everyone seems to be running for some form of cover. They don’t need to worry, the person I came for is already singing with the angels, or let’s say, dancing in the flames of hell.I withdraw my weapon and I place it back into the golf bag as quickly as possible. I need to be out of here because the police would be here in about ten minutes or less.I clear the sniper nest that I made and I place everything back into my backpack.I then jog towards the staircase that would help me exit the rooftop. When I reach it, I descend it two at a time and in no time, I am already on the floor that the construction workers were.But the coast is clear, no one seems to be here. I believe they have all gone to check out the commotion across the street, or they are hiding for their own lives thinking that the sniper is still a
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The man smiles and I study his actions carefully. He could have another weapon, so I have to be careful.“I don’t believe you know me.” The man says, and though I am aiming a weapon at him, he does not seem to have a hint of fear.“Oh, really now?” I answer him sarcastically and he chuckles.“I’m only going to ask you one more time, who the heck are you, buddy?” I add and he sighs.“I’m Oliver Martins, I am a detective and I work with the NYPD.” He confesses and my eyes widen a bit.Oh my gosh.How—how did he know I would be here at this particular time?Well, he is a detective.But the thing is, my case was dropped.“You don’t need to be alarmed, I’m not here to do anything to you, I just want to talk.” He says when he notices my troubled facial expression.“I thought my case was closed.” I remind him and he smiles lopsidedly.“You look so beautiful in person. We spent years trying to
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Oliver, the detective falls to the ground with a thud and he clutches his leg; specifically his thigh, for it is where I shot him.The gun he was holding is now a few feet away from him as he groans in pain.I walk closer to him and I kick the gun further away.He lets out strings of cusses as blood gushes out of the wound. Looking at the wound, I can tell that it is a perfect shot.It went right through.The bullet I shot him with is also a couple of feet from him.“Stop whining, you would be fine.” I say to him as I walk towards the kitchen to fetch a cloth so he can press it against the wound.When I return, I hand the cloth to him as I direct him.“Fold it and apply pressure to the wound by pressing the cloth at where I shot you.” I say and he does exactly as I instruct him to do.I kneel down and I apply more pressure to the wound by using the cloth and he winces.“Like that, okay?” I say
His Ungodly Touch Chapter 94
One of the definitions of TRAUMA is that it is a deeply distressing or disturbing experience.There is no doubt in my mind that I was traumatized from a young age. I saw my parents killed right in front of me. I heard them cry for help as they took their last breaths.And on top of all that, my only living relative, Charles did not want anything to with me. He literally declined to the responsibility of taking care of me.I was alone for a very long time, and I cried myself to sleep so many nights. I was so unhappy and always sad for so many years, and that was a nightmare for me.Being an assassin was where I found some form of joy. Every person I killed felt good, because it was like I was killing the man who murdered my parents over and over.Being an assassin brings purpose to my meaningless existence.“Jen..” I hear Oliver call for my attention and I finally lift my head up.I feel so vulnerable, as if I am naked, though I am not.“How do—how do you
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It truly is Spencer Young. I don’t want to lie, this guy songs are exceptional, and I am; let’s say, almost a fan of him.“Hi.” He says with a rough masculine smile.Instead of giggling with glee or showing any hint of excitement, my facial expression is deadpan.“What do you want?” I ask in a bored tone. He looks nervous and he clears his throat.“Well, I need your help, I am in danger.” He says, and I chuckle.“If that’s so, then I think you got the wrong number, champ. This is not 911.” I reply to him and he sighs.His eyes are filled with worry and another emotion that I can’t seem to decipher.“Please, it’s not for free, I am going to pay you.” He speaks and then he looks around him, almost as if he is scared that someone could walk in on him while making this call.I stare at him for a while and I finally give in. At least I know it’s actually him and not some detective trying to set a trap
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I will definitely need Chad to help me on this one, I can not do this on my own. I could try, but this is a job that has another level of risk, so trying is not an option.If I am going to do this job, I have to do it perfectly.I wake up from the bed and from the view outside the window, I can tell that it is already dark out.I remove my clothing and as I do this, I am reminded of someone. Someone that always wanted me to join them in the shower so they would keep the door of the bathroom open.Someone that would stare at me as if I am the only girl in the world. Someone who makes my senses go to hell, and brings my emotions alive with just their touch.I am reminded of Robert Jones. How can I ever forget him? I can’t even if I try, he is, or I can say, was a part of me.My eyes land on the landline in my room and the urge to call Robert up just to hear his voice overwhelms me.I really miss him, and it would be amazin
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For second my mind becomes blank and I just stare at him. But then he speaks,“Top of the morning to you.” His voice is soft, as if he is trying his best not to upset me in any way.He hands the bouquet of flowers to me and I can already smell them even though I have not received them from him yet.“I bought these for you. I don’t know your favorite, so I just bought you every kind that I could get my hand on.” He explains and butterflies dance in my belly.“Why are you here?” I clear my throat and I manage to ask.“Oh, um, I came with Chad. He should be on his way upstairs any minute, he stopped to get us all coffee.” Robert tells me, and I reply with a small, “oh.”Instead of verbally telling him to come in, I only walk back in the house and I leave the door open.I hear his footsteps as he enters and closes the door.I enter the living room and I sit on the hardwood floor. Robert walk towards me and does the
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