Chapter 80
Angie pov
I’m convinced that Alex is mentally Ill. Why would he have to shoot his brother in the neck?
“You could have just killed yourself instead of allowing yourself to be ridiculed by this man, named Jack.” Alex chastised, with pain and rage evident in his tone.
He cocked his gun again, and the doorbell rang.
He signaled for the house butler to check on whom was at the door.
The butler heeded and walked straight then he returned with my sinister boss walking after him.
“Damien,” he called in a surprise tone, his eyes pushing back some fear.
I noticed the abrupt change in his devilish and bossy aura just the moment his eyes fell on Damien, the ruthless villain in my life story.
Damien was quiet at the same time checking me out, then his gaze lingered on Alec who was striving for life, and back to Alex.
“Did he slip from the plan? If yes why is he still alive?” Damien’s cold voice rang in the entire room, it sent a chilling sensation vibrating through my spine.
His devilish and cold aura overwhelmed Alex’s existing aura and the sound from his foot resounded in the room heavily when he had made a move.
“He didn’t, but was brutalized by Jack for touching your filthy whore.”
“Weakling,” Damien muttered and walked towards Alec. His steps only faltered when he was a few inches away from him. He stared for a while in silence, and then his deep booming voice filled the air. “Is this how vulnerable the Arnold family are?”
Damien waited for a second as he spoke and when there was no response from Alex, he added. “So pathetic and cowardice of Arnold’s sons. You’re just going to end up like your father? A man killed your father, you should have killed him, but you ended up being,” he paused and crouched to the level of Alec. Before a blink of an eye, his knife plunged into Alec’s eyes.
He wrinkled his grip and turned it to the right and left. Then, Alec’s gulping sound filled the entire air. “The prey instead of being the predator.”
Alex stood like a statue, his facial expressions unreadable. I would have expected him to shout and stop Damien or even pull the trigger on him, but he just stood watching the monster taking out the remaining life from his brother.
“I’ve never felt satisfied since ten years ago.” That was Alex’s remark about the killing of his brother. “Burn in hell, weakling.”
Alex said and then a shot was fired at him. His intestine threatened to fall out completely from his left side.
Alex winced, collapsed to the floor, and had both hands to support his falling intestine, at the same time gasping for breath.
“You’re not excluded from the killing, Alex. I told you I needed to have Jack’s head on the platter. But what fucking makes you think you could spend all the years all the earth just to catch a man? Now that we are in the process of getting him, you think you could derail the process because you lusted for honeypot?” Damien muttered his last words, and his attention shifted to me.
My heart dropped to the pit of my tummy as his gaze held mine.
Fear clawed at my chest as I relived the moment he had pulled the trigger on Alex, which had nearly caused his intestine to fall off.
The metallic tang of blood hung in the air, causing me to be breathless. I’ll never be able to erase this image from my mind.
My skin crawled as Alex’s hands dropped to the floor, and his intestine fell off.
My eyes fluttered shut at such a horrific scene.
‘Lord, I’m the next on the list to be shot. Please have mercy on me and save Jack. Do not allow Jack to fall into this monster’s trap.”
Damien orders a live session with Jack.
I saw Jack’s face but his gaze was as if he never noticed me.
“Touch her and have your body cut limb by limb.” Jack blurted from the live camera.
Damien burst into a dry laughter and had his hands resting on his hip side.
“You will have to be here In the next 60 minutes or else I’d touch her and send her limb by limb to you. Imagine me slicing her woman to send to you so you could have a proper view and fantasy?”
The talk made me cringe and so fucking frustrated.
Damien will do it, either way, Jack came or not.
When Jack demanded to FaceTime me, I tried my best not to break down in tears but I failed as I bursted out crying.
His first words to me were, “Who touch you? Did he touch you?” His voice boomeranged in my ears and I shuddered.
I shook my head. “No, Jack, you don’t have to be here. Don’t come!” I sobbed. “Either way, I’m going to get killed by him. He’s dangerous Jack, don’t come…” Damien sent a kick across my chest and I flipped backward with my head hitting the ground.
I felt something liquid seeping out of my head and my strength diminishing.
My mind got blank, and I felt myself disassociating from my body. My soul stood there watching my body sprawling in her pool of blood.
My legs weakened and knocked against each other, and I fell but was amazed that my butt wasn’t touching the floor.
Does this imply that I was dead already?
I needed to get out of here and talk to Jack not to come here.
Arnold’s house is a death trap for him.
I hauled for the door, but the moment my feet dipped in my blood, I felt the time slowed, stretching out the horror I was striving to overcome.
I closed my eyes and pushed myself to walk off.
Jack was here, my feelings told me. The air I breathed in was about him at the moment.
I rushed to the rooftop to see him, making out a plan.
He cursed and gritted his teeth. “Damien, I’m going to kill you.”
I tried to touch him, but my hands only passed through him, and nothing more.
“Jack,” I called but he wasn’t responding.
“If I don’t come out of here in the next hour, blow up the house. I’ll be happy to die with my Angel.”