All Chapters of My Ex, My Doom: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The Beast's amusement seemed to have no bounds as he reveled in the chaos he had created. He appeared to relish every twist and turn of the situation, turning it into a macabre spectacle.With a flourish, he produced two handguns, one for Rick and one for Mia, each with a single bullet loaded."Now, my dear guests," the Beast declared dramatically, "let's play a little game, shall we? A game of trust, betrayal, and survival."He handed the guns to Rick and Mia, who accepted them with a sense of dread and resignation. The weight of the situation pressed down on them, the guns in their hands symbols of their perilous predicament.The Beast continued, his voice dripping with theatricality, "Here's how it works. Each gun has only one bullet. You will take turns, one after the other. Rick, you'll go first. If your gun is empty when you pull the trigger, it's Mia's turn to shoot. And if her gun is empty when she pulls the trigger, it's back to you. Whoever dies first loses the game."The ro

The cries of the baby filled the van. As the tension began to subside, Mia took the baby from Rick and cradled him in her arms, her motherly instincts kicking in. She checked the baby's temperature, which had risen due to the stress of the situation.Rick watched Mia with a mixture of concern and apology. He knew that their predicament had put the baby in danger. "I'm sorry", Rick whispered but Mia ignored him. Claus, on the other hand, admired Mia's ability to remain composed and nurturing even in the midst of chaos. He respected her strength and resilience, and his expression conveyed his appreciation for her.Carol, driving the van, took note of the baby's distress. She knew they needed supplies urgently. She spotted a nearby drugstore, but it was closed, as it was now well past midnight.Sergio assessed the situation and made a quick decision. "We can't wait until morning," he said. "We need to get supplies for the baby now."Without hesitation, Sergio pulled the van over near th

The safe house was a small, nondescript cottage tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. Inside, the atmosphere was tense. Rick is still trying to talk to Mia who insists she wants to be left alone in one of the rooms. The baby, having finally been fed and soothed, lay sleeping on a couch nearby. Carol could hear what was going on but she didn't interfere. Rick, unable to bear the silence any longer, took a deep breath and faced Mia, his voice tentative. "Mia, we need to talk."Mia stood from where she was seated, she made to leave the room but Rick pulled her back. He quickly cautioned himself as if Claus was still there. The few punches he received the other time have reset his brain. "Why did you even come to save me if you are not going to talk to me?" He snapped. Mia's eyes, filled with a mixture of anger and hurt, met Rick's gaze. "Oh really, that is what you have to say now. Incredible." She uttered in disbelief. Apologetically, "Mia, please, we need to talk" he pleaded.

The pursuit of El Patrio had become a relentless race against time. With Roderick's last words echoing in their minds, Sergio, Claus, and Daniel knew they had to move quickly to catch up to the elusive criminal.Their path led them to the outskirts of the city, where El Patrio's safe house was rumored to be. The journey was tense, each passing moment filled with anticipation and uncertainty. The night sky was shrouded in darkness, a fitting backdrop to their dangerous mission.Sergio took the wheel of the van, his grip on the steering wheel tight. Claus and Daniel sat in the back, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of El Patrio or his men. They knew they had to remain vigilant; one wrong move could cost them their chance to apprehend the ruthless criminal.As they approached the location of the safe house, Sergio slowed the van, opting for a more discreet approach. The area was quiet, and the only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the night breeze. They parked the

Claus's grip on the steering wheel tightened, and he swerved the van erratically, making it more difficult for the Beast's men to target them. Sergio, his heart racing, quickly took over Daniel's role, firing back at their pursuers.Despite his injury, Daniel gritted his teeth and tried to regain control of his firearm. With trembling hands, he managed to fire off a few more rounds, forcing the Beast's men to take cover temporarily.The van sped through the winding streets. Daniel, despite his injury, was ready to fight. He had his firearm ready, prepared to defend their position if necessary. "We can't let them take El Patrio back."Claus nodded in agreement. "Hold on, everyone," he said, his voice determined. "We're going to lose them."With expert precision, Claus steered the van through a series of quick turns and sudden maneuvers, attempting to outmaneuver their pursuers. The Beast's men followed, determined to recapture El Patrio.The chase intensified, and the city's narrow str