CHAPTER 15

YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE

Mr. Andrew was sorting out the files on his smooth, spacious mahogany desk, leisurely turning in his office chair. He was more revived than ever before.

He did not notice when he started humming to himself. A contented man with everything finally looking up for him.

If he ever lost the will to live, Savannah would reignite it in him. She gave him a new reason to fight for his life.

He momentarily stared at the framed picture of them dancing hanging on the wall. She looked majestic in his arms as he guided her through the dance floor. What a sight they were when they were together.

She was safe now. He promised himself, knowing it was a consolation. There was no telling when Mr. Grant would strike again. There was no way he was going to give up the fight for his daughter.

An abrupt call rudely disrupted his reverie. It was a close informant of his; he was not expecting any intel, so the call came as a surprise to him.

“The Death Angel Abel is back in town, sir.” Those words were enough to capture his attention.

The man was a notorious mastermind of evil. He went after anyone and everyone he deemed a threat. He had suddenly gone off the radar over a decade ago, not so long after James Andrew’s murder.

His return was not only audacious but also dubious. What was he after? Why now? Something was brewing; he was up to more evil.

“Since when? And have you traced his tracks?” He was trying his best to remain composed.

“It appears he has been around for a few weeks now. No idea where he resides, we last sighted him at a motel in town.”

Those words left him weary. They called him the Angel of Death for a reason. Something told Javyn his return was not a mere coincidence.

He had some unfinished business from years ago. To end the Andrew Family’s empire.

“I want you to do a clean job! Heard me? Get me some useful information.” With that, he hung up. His hands were shaking as rage engulfed him.

“He must have something to do with that witch, Deysha. Their disappearance and reappearance sell it. You will all pay!”

He punched the strong, built desk and pushed his luxurious leather office chair back with great force, and it hit the wall.

He was now pacing around the large office. Another enemy was suddenly in the picture. Was this the billionaire's curse? Endless enemies.

Just like the Andrew men before him, he was going to fight enemies that never cease until they eventually got rid of him.

The wealth and flashy lifestyle were not just a trouble-free luxury; they came with a heavy price—their peace of mind, safety, and their health.

He was looking outside the window when the heavy grey clouds let out their showers onto the earth. It was a heavy downpour.

The rainfall was expected. What was not expected was the sudden hailstorm that accompanied it. The day was as gloomy as his office felt.

{YEARS BACK}

The hailstorms had always been a reason for Savannah and Tyson to cuddle through the night. It would get so bad that the lights would go out, plunging them into darkness.

“I’m scared, Ty.” Savannah’s voice was still hoarse from crying.

She had received a thorough beating for recklessly running around. Her whole body ached as she lay in bed. The first aid she received could only do so much for her swollen ankle.

Tyson was called to the office after her and spent a long time in there with Mr. Grant. No one knows what they were discussing.

“I know.” He carefully got out of his bed and joined her in hers.

“I’m here now, Vee. We’ll be okay.” He whispered words of comfort to her until she fell asleep.

That was his way of distracting her from the heavy rains outside. His way of keeping her mind from all the chaos.

He watched her sleep soundly. She was an angel in his eyes, and he would do anything to protect her. She was his family.

Tyson had already made up his mind that she would end up with no one but him. He wanted her to be his just as she was Mr. Grant’s.

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Savannah looked at the hailstorms in admiration. So violent in the way it dropped, yet so captivating to the eyes.

She had grown to love the sound of heavy downpour. It blocked all her thoughts in the way it fell onto the ground. The smell of the earth also calmed her down.

“If Mr. Andrew saw those eyes, he’d be jealous of the rains.” Melody was holding onto her coffee cup in an attempt to keep warm.

Savannah snapped back to the present. “Oh, please, Mel.”

She could not help but laugh at her remark. If only Melody knew how badly she wished to jump in the rain at that moment.

She wanted to be freed even for a moment. From the heavy security, the fear of her father, and the dread of going back to Tyson.

“You look at the rains so tenderly, it’s beautiful, not gonna lie.” She sipped more coffee.

The day had ended without a warning, and they were already waiting for their rides home at the cafeteria.

“There’s my ride, girl. Don’t fall in love with the rain.” She let out a chuckle.

“You know I won’t,” Savannah replied with a smile.

She was now the only person in the cafeteria. The cooks and servers were back in the kitchen. The silence added to her pleasure of listening to the rain.

Finally, she saw her ride pull up and hurriedly got on board it. She did not bother to grab an umbrella from the many at the exit. She walked in the rain to where the car was.

Something was strange this time. The driver never parked so close to the gate. He also lowered the window for her to see him. She assumed the rains made him change his mind.

Barely had she opened the backseat door as she always did when the unfamiliar guard at the gate came behind her. He pushed her inside and got in as well.

“What is wrong with you! Let go of me!”

She looked at the driver’s seat only to realize it was an unrecognizable face. What was happening? She felt lightheaded at the thought of being taken away. Still, she knew better than to surrender so soon.

“Shut up if you know what’s best for you!” The driver commanded as he drove off.

Her screams were useless with the sound of water hitting the ground being so dominant. Savannah was not going down without a fight. She kept trying to fight the man holding onto her.

When her fight and screams did nothing as she was slowly becoming overwhelmed, she tried pleading.

“Please let me go. You’ve got the wrong person, I promise.” The feeling of helplessness caused tears to trickle down her face.

Her cries were loud as she continuously reminded the men that their days were numbered. Her words appeared to impact them as the driver hit the steering wheel with all his might.

“Put her to sleep!”

Those words were followed by her mouth, and the noise was covered by a white cloth. She couldn’t put up a fight anymore.

The Driver grinned wickedly at the sight of her docile body from the rear view mirror. He loved the newfound silence.

“You can’t run forever, little girl.”

The two men laughed in unison as the car sped past a police car with the sirens on.