Klaus sighed and stepped out reluctantly.
“Let him in, then,” he said, but when Mr. Liam checked again, there was no one.
“Uh, he’s gone,” Liam informed Klaus, who frowned.
“What?” Klaus mumbled. “Is he getting old or something?”
“I have to go,” Morticia said from behind him.
“Are you sure? It’s pretty dark already. You can stay the night if you want,” he offered. She badly wanted to agree, but Ava must be waiting for her. Vincent would be home tonight, and they might start to suspect something.
She didn’t want anyone to know what was going on between her and Klaus. Not yet.
Klaus seemed to understand. “I’ll walk you home, then.”
“No, you should go back and have your dinner before it gets cold. Goodnight,” she said, walking away as his gaze followed her until she was out of sight.
However, someone else’s gaze was on her as she crossed the street.
“Why didn’t Klaus come out, huh?” Jamie mumbled, glancing down at the gun in his hand. He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.
He checked the three bullets he had prepared for Klaus.
One for his head, another for his heart, and the last one for his dick. All of that ruined… because Klaus didn’t come out.
Well, he’d have to take the next step anyway. His gaze shifted to Morticia.
—
Morticia felt a cold wind brush her skin. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stay warm.
The street felt eerily empty, and the air was chilly. A sudden feeling of being followed made her head snap back. She saw no one.
She kept walking a little faster this time, but the strange chill returned. She turned again and saw nothing. She picked up her pace. Her house was close-she’d be there in a minute.
Now she wished she’d let Klaus walk her home.
Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth, pressing a cloth against her face. A strange scent filled her nose, choking her and clouding her senses. Her eyes grew heavy.
Morticia struggled, but she was no match for the strong arms that pulled her into a dark corner.
Darkness took over, and she couldn’t fight it any longer.
—
Vincent stepped into the store and found Mr. Evan packing up.
“Hey, you called?”
“Oh, since you were in the area, I thought I’d ask you to come by. Here,” Mr. Evan handed over Nica’s phone and books.
“Nica mentioned she has an important test tomorrow, but she forgot these. Could you take them to her?”
“She can just pick them up tomorrow morning, or maybe tonight,” Vincent shrugged.
“That’s what I thought, but she isn’t here yet. Maybe she thinks she lost it or something. She was reading while working, and I had to scold her twice today. So, get it to her, son,” Mr. Evan said, his tone leaving no room for argument as he walked away.
Vincent sighed and called Sienna to inform her about returning Nica’s stuff to avoid any misunderstanding.
He packed her belongings and drove to Nica’s dorm.
—
Nica’s chest rose and fell with heavy breathing. Her face was bruised and smeared with her own blood.
She had tried to fight the monster of a man, but he was stronger. It seemed he came prepared, knocking her around the room, slapping her hard across the face, and kicking her in the stomach. Every part of her body hurt, and she couldn’t figure out which pain was the worst.
At the moment, she was chained to her bed, dressed only in her lingerie, her legs spread apart, her blurred gaze landing on Mr. Hanson as he moved around the room.
She should have killed this man when she had the chance.
“You have such a nice place, sweetie,” he said, his thumb brushing across her table.
Nica had tried to make a call, only to realize she had left her phone at work. Today was definitely not her lucky day.
The bed creaked beneath her as he sat down. His hand caressed her thighs. She flinched and began to cry.
“Please, stop this… just find a whore to fuck,” Nica sobbed, her voice hoarse and weak-he had choked her earlier.
Using her voice hurt so much.
“A whore? No, Nica. I haven’t seen a fine piece of art like you. You’re my whore,” he chuckled maniacally.
This man is not okay!
“Do you know why I left your lingerie on?” he asked, leaning over her. “I want to tear it apart once your body craves me.”
She whimpered as his hand touched her most intimate part.
“Please,” she begged, but he tugged her panties to the side and caressed her clit. She tried to move, but the chains held her down, biting into her skin.
She felt so disgusted! Help! Someone, please help!
“I love you, Nica,” he whispered as he prepared to shove his finger inside her, but someone knocked on the door. Nica’s eyes widened.
The knock came again, and Vincent’s voice called from outside.
“Nica, open the door! It’s me, Vincent.”
Vincent!
Summoning strength from somewhere deep inside, she yelled, “Help!”
Mr. Hanson quickly covered her mouth, but she bit him and screamed again.
“Vince, help! He’s going to kill me!”
Mr. Hanson grabbed some tape and gagged her.
Vincent heard the muffled cry and frowned. He banged on the door.
“Hey! What the hell is happening?!” he yelled, but there was no reply. “Nica!”
“Nica!” he yelled again, using his body to try to break down the door, but it didn’t budge-it was chained from the inside.
“Shit!” he cursed, looking for another way to get in.
The windows!
“Who the fuck was that… shit,” Mr. Hanson muttered, pulling out a dagger, ready to stab whoever interrupted him.
The window. He had forgotten to close the window…
He rushed towards it, but before he could reach it, the glass shattered, and Vincent jumped in.
Mr. Hanson swung the dagger, but Vincent caught his arm and landed a heavy punch on his face. He grabbed him again and sent another blow.
The hit was brutal, and Vincent slammed Mr. Hanson’s head onto the wooden table. The man passed out.
Vincent rushed to the bedroom, and the sight before him made his jaw drop.
“Fuck, Nica!”